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YO! Doncast 8 is live. It’s the brand new Akira The Don podcast! Whoo! Loads of new music and my ill deep voice. Awesome. Plus! A bunch of shoutouts. Unfortunately many of you were too slow. And too many. So better luck next time. I still think you rule.

DONCAST 8 is live!

iTunes people should go here.

The feed with which you subscribe to the podcast is here.

Tracklist!

Well, I was gonna put a tracklist, then I thought, well, that might spoil it. You’d know what was going to happen. IS that fun? What do you mob think?

PS - did you see that awesome gay advert?! Where the fuck did that come from?

PPS - Jack Paris writes: Akira, I’m writing to tell you that Down with the sickness is not by Slipknot. It is actually by Distrubed! Other than that Doncast 8 was Ill! I stand corrected! Sorry Wade!

The fine people at Culture Deluxe posted a fine review of Thieving yesterday. And they gave it 8 stars, which was also fine. Peep game:

Culture Deluxe Review
8/10
Akira the Don
‘Thieving’
Released on 10 March 2008 on www.akirathedon.com

The title track and album opener shamelessly admits that Akira is fond of lifting the odd sample - but we knew that. Hell, even the artwork to this fine new release is a clever re-reworking of Blur’s pastel reworking of The Beatles’ iconic ‘Let It Be’ cover. Along with some great new material, ‘Thieving’ revisits some of Akira’s greatest moments to date and, naturally, a number of the tracks which influenced this indie / hip hop crossover with a sense of humour and lyrics to rival the wittiest social commentator.

Old favourite ‘Thanks For All The AIDS’ benefits from a sharp steal of The Kinks’ ‘Days’ as an introduction while the Elastica-sampling ‘Boom!’ originally surfaced on a mixtape called ‘third hand Wire riffs’ before its release as a bonafide cheeky b-side. Both sound immense here along with other such pilfered material as crackly 70’s disco records on ‘Y R U So Layzee’ and XTC’s ‘Making Plans for Nigel’ on the soon to be classic ‘Giro’.

When not audaciously stealing tracks outright on ‘Werewolves of London’ Akira makes references to both Amy Winehouse and surely the first to slum landlords since Carter USM’s ‘Sheriff Fatman’. Despite his hip hop medium, Akira definitely owes more to Jimbob and Fruitbat’s influence than that of Dr Dre. Akira is the closest thing we have to Ian Dury in this modern age, mixing the jocular and seemingly inconsequential together with great results. I mean, how great is ‘Oh! WHat a Glorious Thing’, itself a humdrum tribute to Ice Cube’s ‘Today Was A Good Day’?

Even at twenty three tracks in length, ‘Stealing’ never becomes trite, irksome or stereotyped. It presents the perfect opportunity to get on the ATD freedom buggy to rhymin’ oblivion - so hop on.

The album can be ordered on CD, MP3 and, er, t-shirt through Akira’s website.

Posted on 13 March 2008 by Richard Brown”

Cheers Culture Deluxe! I am also at number 10 in their top ten artists, for some reason. Two places above The Teenagers. My little brother was taking me to see them on April 7th. But now I am playing a gig with The Indelicates, which is kind of his fault for getting me into them. Is that irony?

I dropped this on Playlouder just. It is a true story.

My new favorite band are a bunch of Frenchies called The Teenagers. They are well great. Sort of a 2008 Jilted John, with Pet Shop Boys pretences. Actually, they sound like that disco song off the first Belle And Sebastian record, if Stuart Murdoch had ever seen a vagina. And that Pet Shop Boys song from Flight Of The Concords, but funny. And good. They are well ace, and they are going on tour, so if someone sees this and wants to buy me a ticket, holla at me.

My little brother The Svenhunter got me into them, by the way. He was round my swanky new gaff on the weekend, leaking toxins on my sweet red rug following a night out at some gay warehouse party, playing this totally sweet electro indie record that went “I love my American cunt” or something, I was like, dude, this OWNS, and he was like, yeah, it’s this band called The Teenagers, they’re pretty sweet, and I was like, give me the album then, I am after all your elder and better, and he was like, OK.

So now I HAVE THE TEENAGERS ALBUM and it isn’t even out till March 17th, and its not on Waffles either, I just checked.

OK, tour details:
Manchester Roadhouse (April 1) Birmingham Carling Bar Academy (2) Glasgow Stereo (4) Bristol Thekla (5) Brighton Barfly (6) London Cargo (7) Leeds Faversham (12)

Like I said, if you got a ticket, HOLLA AT ME! I am like E from Eels, I hate shows, but I bet this one’s great.

One of Zef’s little mates spent all last night rushing between the dining room and the kitchen vomiting, until someone told him to use the toilet, then it was upstairs, downstairs, upstairs downstairs, poor little sod. The rest of the teenagers spent the night playing craps and roulette and blackjack with Maurice The Wife Ignoring Croupier, and I played too and won NOTHING AT ALL, despite an early winning streak.

But nobody was thinking about the squirrels, were they?

Poor squirrels.

So, that bastard Zef never got me a Christmas present! He spent all day in town today buying himself fitted hats and sports jackets, after foisting 436 vomiting seventeen year olds on his poor mother and brethren last night, and now he’s in his room sulking because I told him to “get out of my sight”! He doesn’t know he’s born! When I was his age I was paying my own rent and my own food and working all the hours somebody’s Skygod sent, and I bought my family Christmas presents and didn’t have my friends over on Boxing Day to vomit! And I didn’t sulk! Only occasionally, when my girlfriends would find out I was cheating on them. Or when I ran out of fags. Forsooth!

I am going to claim one of his fitted as my own, I think. That might learn him. Otherwise I fear he is doomed to grow up into a SELFISH ASSHOLE! And that would make one of us very sad.

So.

The wisdom of Uncle Maurice part one:

“Man with no grass, him look for lawn.”

The wisdom of Keith part 1:

“Man with no grass, him look for weed.”

More wisdom than I can handle, frankly!