Post by ragnorironpants on May 17, 2006 11:38:04 GMT 1
Greetings, those with a sense of humour!
"The Satyr" is a new, fresh, in your face satirical object of literature with the aim of inducing laughter through stories of absurdity and perhaps fart jokes with political and community news firmly in its sights.
The paper was founded recently by local millionaire, Ragnor M. Ironpants, an ellusive eccentric rumoured to be in personal contact with God. With the help of his energetic cult of people called Tom, he will be distributing the newspaper FOR FREE from 9 o' clock until 11 o' clock on the morning of Thursday the 18th of May, 2006 in the foyer of the Oxford Road Student Union. His helpers, Tom (19) and Tom (19) will be sitting at a table outside the bar, discussing the quantum mechanical predictions of the reimann zeta function and translating Joyce into ancient Greek then French then Ancient Greek again, or perhaps not. If you see them, take a paper, or pat them on the head. Whatever.
Here was a review of the paper that did not appear in a recent Student Direct article:
"They walk on without ceremony. Aggression and urgency seems ratcheted up at once. For "2+2=5", Yorke's trademark agonised falsetto blasts to the back of the hall. The first new song, "Bangers and Mash", concerns the bands bolshy mood. Tumbled down garage rock that seems ready to surlily expire in an adolescent spasm of feedback inside a minute, grand, ambitious structures can still be glimpsed at its base.
But when old favourite "Lucky", Radiohead instead emerge as a band at last willing to embrace their contradictions. Begun semi-acoustically it is a song of pulsing anxiousness. Describing a man whose luck is bound to be snatched away. But when the lights flash up as it surges into its chorus, and Yorke's great voice keeps a balance between sneering and yearning, a defiant, stadium-sized hope emerges anyway. The next step down this road would be the docile palliatives of Radiohead's unwanted offspring, Coldplay. But Yorke is too genuinely troubled to let that happen."
Gripping stuff.
Remember: 9-11 at the Student Union.
"The Satyr" is a new, fresh, in your face satirical object of literature with the aim of inducing laughter through stories of absurdity and perhaps fart jokes with political and community news firmly in its sights.
The paper was founded recently by local millionaire, Ragnor M. Ironpants, an ellusive eccentric rumoured to be in personal contact with God. With the help of his energetic cult of people called Tom, he will be distributing the newspaper FOR FREE from 9 o' clock until 11 o' clock on the morning of Thursday the 18th of May, 2006 in the foyer of the Oxford Road Student Union. His helpers, Tom (19) and Tom (19) will be sitting at a table outside the bar, discussing the quantum mechanical predictions of the reimann zeta function and translating Joyce into ancient Greek then French then Ancient Greek again, or perhaps not. If you see them, take a paper, or pat them on the head. Whatever.
Here was a review of the paper that did not appear in a recent Student Direct article:
"They walk on without ceremony. Aggression and urgency seems ratcheted up at once. For "2+2=5", Yorke's trademark agonised falsetto blasts to the back of the hall. The first new song, "Bangers and Mash", concerns the bands bolshy mood. Tumbled down garage rock that seems ready to surlily expire in an adolescent spasm of feedback inside a minute, grand, ambitious structures can still be glimpsed at its base.
But when old favourite "Lucky", Radiohead instead emerge as a band at last willing to embrace their contradictions. Begun semi-acoustically it is a song of pulsing anxiousness. Describing a man whose luck is bound to be snatched away. But when the lights flash up as it surges into its chorus, and Yorke's great voice keeps a balance between sneering and yearning, a defiant, stadium-sized hope emerges anyway. The next step down this road would be the docile palliatives of Radiohead's unwanted offspring, Coldplay. But Yorke is too genuinely troubled to let that happen."
Gripping stuff.
Remember: 9-11 at the Student Union.
