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Sunday, 29 April 2012

QWicked! Scandinavia unveil new web phenomenon

Scandinavia announced their first foray into social networking today, with their Qwicked site set to go live in early September.


'Obvious choice'

'We wanted to create a streamlined solution for today's world', Warrick enthuses. 'People have been frustrated for a while now by twitter's verbosity. There just isn't time to read tweets, let alone write them, so Qwicked's one-word posting system is truly emancipatory.' Qwicked users will be given 12 characters to play with per 'Qwix' update, though there are no limits to the number of updates permitted in a 24-hour period.


'Streamlined solution'

'It's very lean', said Tom thoughtfully. 'You can say a hell of a lot with a single word - we're removing that temptation to use unnecessary bumph.'


'Removing unnecessary bumph'

Commenting on the cheekily iconic appropriation of the logo from the musical 'Wicked', Chief Brand Architect Tibor claims it was an obvious choice. 'The Wizard of Oz is a classic tale, a simple allegory with a moral depth and emotional resonance that just wows you. Winnie Holzman took all of that and just went...' He pauses, letting the weight of the unspoken word sink in. 'The letter Q is so unique, and adding it to the front of 'Wicked' was a no-brainer for me'. With typical modesty, the former drummer blushes and quietly chuckles that 'Coming up with the term 'Qwicked' got me my promotion'.


Promoted

The band say they have most of the functionality pegged, and a number of high profile celebrities including Scarlett Johannson, Kanye West and hipster grandee Tim Burgess of The Charlatans are currently taking part in a trial run. 'It's so easy to Qwix!' enthused Burgess on Saturday. 'Twitter is toast. It was a real bind having to think up 140 characters every time I needed some attention. With Qwicked I don't even have to think up any! I've got through the first week using only the drop-down menu. I'd go as far as to say I'm a natural Qwixter.'


Channelling Spector - Burgess

'What I'm really excited about is the AutoQwixt app' said West, referring to the predictive algorithm that will update a user's page every two hours based on aggregate Qwixes from the previous month. 'My life is basically about parties, so to that extent it's fairly patterned. It's great to have a solution that can take the responsibility of communicating with my fans from my shoulders. I'm behind this site 100% and I think the guys from The Scandinavia (sic) have done really well.'


AutoQwixt works

Charismatic Scandinavia frontman Nadim Samman has also been testing the waters, Qwixing five times a day. 'It gets straight to the heart of the matter. For example, yesterday morning I was eating Breakfast and it took me all of three seconds to post 'Breakfast' to my Qwicked profile. 'Who cares what I was eating? Fandinavians want the essentials'. Asked whether exploring entrepreneurial avenues was a distraction from music-making, Samman was expansive. 'I know people see me as a singer, but I look at it differently. I'm CEO of a burgeoning multinational. We need to diversify with the times and remain at the heart of efforts to make sense of the world we live in.'


Breakfast for Samman
'Quiet while I Qwix'

Monday, 23 April 2012

Scandinavia abandons recording in fight for survival

'Fragile and easily manipulated' - Samman and Neville
The crisis in the Scandinavia camp escalated last night as the coterie of yes-men surrounding the band were expunged from the Granary Studio premises amid rumours of a pending showdown between feuding band members Nadim Samman and Warrick Harniess. In a bid to save the band, bassist Thomas Parkinson and drummer Tibor Beetles made the decision to ban anyone from the camp who is not officially a member of Scandinavia. 'They're not welcome here anymore', drummer Beetles stated plainly. 'In retrospect, we should've known something like this might happen. Warrick and Nadim are fragile, and easily manipulated. But they're integral to Scandinavia, and Tom and I feel a duty of care towards them'.

'We were high' - Parkinson
At the centre of the row are renegade filmmaker Ted Byron Baybutt and Tim Neville, a self-styled 'musical mercenary'. In a statement released last night, Scandinavia vowed to abandon the late-night jam session they'd recorded with Neville, 29, after Harniess, 32, fled to a love nest in a neighbouring village. It read 'Scandinavia have deleted the files recorded with Tim Neville and the band remain committed to completing their second record, as planned'. Contradicting filmmaker Baybutt's assertion that the recordings with Neville sounded 'incredible', bass player Parkinson, 31, today shrugs off the notion that there was ever a chance that the project would be derailed. 'We were drunkenly jamming on the Who and the Stones, for a bit of fun. We might've joked about releasing it when we were high, but in the cold light of day it was never going to happen'.

With characteristic nonchalance, the unflappable Parkinson repudiated all claims of their imminent breakup. Drawing a line under talk of vicious disputes, he emphasized their vitality, promising Fandinavians a worthy follow-up to their debut album, Good Living. ‘I can’t say it’s going to please everyone, but we’re very, very excited about this new record’.

Yesterday’s reports from documentarian Ted Byron Baybutt, 32, have been dismissed as manipulative muck-raking by the songsmiths. ‘He’s a charlatan’ says charismatic lead singer Samman, 29. ‘First he came across as a professional, he was really friendly but the whole time he was actually playing a sick game’. The unethical filmmaker has now been unmasked as a modern day Iago, bent on sewing discord within the Scandinavian ranks. ‘I’ll admit, we haven’t always had a cohesive vision, but it’s really come together. We’re friends, and the creative tension has always come from a good place. But we’re not too big to put our egos aside for the sake of a tune’, Parkinson now says.


Bodge job - Baybutt
Bodge job

Contracted to produce a film about the making of Scandinavia’s second album, the unsavoury filmmaker turned out to be more bungler than Bertolucci. ‘He was out of his depth’, Samman relates bluntly. ‘He showed up in his Heath Robinson getup without an adaptor for his camcorder battery or even a toothbrush. At one point he jimmy-rigged a tripod out of a packet of chewing gum. He was unprepared, totally inept and a major headache. The shoot was a bodge job from start to finish, but the major problem was that he was just weird’.

Sinister Baybutt was unceremoniously ejected from the Scandinavia camp at 5pm on Saturday together with Neville, whose hand-wringing attempts to ingratiate himself with the band had begun to cloy. 

Pledge of unity - Scandinavia
Streamlining

With Saturday’s streamlining of the Scandinavia entourage, confidence has returned now that the band have circled their wagons and applied themselves anew. ‘It was Ted’s doing’, said eccentric guitarist Harniess. ‘He was always putting Tim forward as a cure-all for difficult overdubs. I think he was trying to drive a rift between Nadim and I for the sake of his film. But we’re stronger together and I really, really respect Nadim’s work’. Harniess, whose recent ethno-eclectic stylings haven’t always pleased Samman, was philosophical – ‘creative differences are okay, when they’re not being exploited by a machiavellian outsider’.

Sinister - Baybutt
Creepy - Neville
Asked for a comment on his rift with the Scandinavia, Baybutt was sanguine. ‘My style’s abrasive’, he acknowledged, smiling a little while leaning on the bar of a well known Soho media haunt, ‘and I won’t apologise for that. I get between the cracks to tell the real story. It ruffled sensitive feathers but in the end I got what I wanted. They may have deleted the jam session recordings, but my videotapes have it all and time will expose the truth – in a cinema near you’. Neville could not be reached for comment but is thought to be hiding out in a London suburb.

Scandinavia’s second album, The Gods, is released on 16 June 2012 at www.scandinavia.bandcamp.com. 

Sunday, 22 April 2012

Arrogant Samman insists 'it's my band'

Scandinavia are at breaking point a source reveals.

'Easily manipulated' - Samman is under Neville's spell
Filmmaker Ted Byron Baybutt, 32, has lifted the lid on the infighting that is tearing Scandinavia apart. Just days into a recording session in Lamberhurst, Kent, relationships are at breaking point – with guitarist Warrick Harniess, 32, increasingly isolated. Baybutt suggests that the recent presence of guest musician Tim Neville, 29, is acting as a destabilizing force, with a new power alliance emerging between him and charismatic frontman Nadim Samman, 29. ‘It’s been brewing for a couple of days’ said Baybutt, who is filming for a forthcoming documentary of the band.

Love Nest

After a night out at the Brown Trout, a gastro pub favoured by fellow guitar innovator Jeff Beck, Harniess decamped to a love nest in a neighbouring village with a paramour, much to the dismay of his fellow Scandinavians. ‘It was like he didn’t care, really shocking’ said Baybutt. Neville, a recent addition to Scandinavia’s bloated entourage, cajoled the rest of the band into returning to the studio for a late night jam session.  ‘They sounded incredible together’, said Baybutt. ‘It was stripped right back to the essentials, nothing laboured at all’. Some reports have put Harniess’ increasing eccentric contributions at the heart of discord, with Samman impatient with the subtleties of 'world' music. Baybutt also reports that Neville has been pitching a brace of songs in the Scandinavia mold to Samman and erstwhile keyboardist Thomas Parkinson, 31. ‘I don’t know if they’ll make the album this time round, but the guys seemed impressed. There’s no denying his talent.’

Loggerheads

The two adversaries were on the verge of blows on Sunday morning when Harniess returned to the studio to find Neville rerecording his guitar parts at Samman’s behest.


'Eccentric'


Baybutt self-portrait

Saturday, 21 April 2012

Nadim quits Scandinavia

Nadim has repeatedly quit Scandinavia over the past two days, due to his frustrations at not being able to get on the mike and just 'rock the fuck out'. Tom has made repeated conciliatory gestures, asking Nadim for his opinion about piano parts, organ overdubs and various other instrumental flourishes, to no avail.

Nadim currently has his head buried in facebook, occasionally looking up to give me a furious, suspicious look. I suspect he may try to murder me in my sleep tonight, so I've hastily booked a B&B as a safety precaution.

Meanwhile, Tibor tidies up his drums, Tim reads the Guardian and Ted, who has caught much of the drama on film, looks like a slightly unhinged young inventor in his Holden Caulfield hat, wonky specs and blue knit jumper.

The final straw came when Guy enthused 'it's sounding like Elton John', at which Nadim leaned forward and screamed at the mixing desk 'it's not supposed to sound like fucking Elton John, it's a house song!'

We are hoping to persuade him to rejoin after a few beers at the BBQ tonight. In the meantime, here are a few photos from the bunker.










Sunday, 15 April 2012

New Scandinavia album


On Thursday we're decamping to a barn in Kent to record eleven new Scandinavia songs, almost a year to the day since we recorded 'Good Living'.

We've spent the past year travelling around the globe, listening to talented world musicians, trying to find some inspiration. Nadim went to Morocco for an art show. Tom went to Turkey and got a job. Tibor went to his native Hungary and bought some percussion. I went to Croatia and discovered my inner European.

Yep, we're going Ry Cooder with this one; whether it works or not is another thing altogether - indeed, it's all part of the fun.

Album launch - save the date!

We're putting on a show at the Wilmington Arms on Saturday 16 June. It'll be similar to last year - Scandinavian aperitifs and hors d'oeuvres, and a copy of the album via download. We'll post more details about that soon.

Artwork

That's the proposed front cover above. Nadim is working on a watercolour that might prove a last minute challenger. I'd like to get this cow picture in there somewhere. If you've seen any choice photos we could steal from instagram or pinterest, send them through.


Album title

The jury's still out on this one. We briefly considered Chandler Bing, but everyone we told about that recoiled in horror, so we've scrapped it (although we're hoping to write a tribute to our favourite Friend in the near future). 'The Gods' is the current frontrunner.



Songs

In no particular order the song titles are:

  1. Croatian t-shirts
  2. What can you give a girl who's got it all?
  3. Trending
  4. I don't do drugs (I just have fun)
  5. Shed a few layers
  6. San Pelligrino
  7. San Pelligrino (reprise)
  8. Bodies
  9. Fractions
  10. The Queen entranced by ancient prayer book
  11. How we use our brand
  12. Popular little street

Finally, Scandinavia is an enlightened democracy - what do you think of the artwork, album titles, song titles etc??

Thursday, 12 April 2012

'I like whippets'

If ever there was a living, breathing definition of an idiot savant...

Or Jekyll and Hyde...

Or a charming sociopath...

Or maybe a loveable rogue?

It's Joey Barton. That he's a mediocre footballer only makes me like the guy more.

Of course, the art world is ridiculous, but what could be more absurd than a much-maligned Premier League jailbird in the polite environs of the National Portrait Gallery, talking to a Guardian journalist of all hacks, about an artist as revered as Freud? The funny thing is, by all accounts Freud was twice the sociopath that Barton is.

Joey Barton talks to the slides

Saturday, 24 March 2012

The decline of Western fast food

Closed for business - Holborn BK
Some of the world's most recognisable brands are junk, but the value of their brash, bright franchises are going into decline.

The last time I went to Burger King was about six months ago, outside Gloucester Road tube station. I was a little drunk and had a double whopper with bacon and cheese, and onion rings and a coke. I felt somewhat guilty and a little exhilarated and probably a bit self-righteous because I was talking about diets.

That same Burger King ran a marketing gimmick a few years ago where you could order a £95 whopper that was made from rare beef and topped with truffles - an attempt to garner publicity with it's non-core target market of young, working class men. It was dismissed in the media as a poorly conceived marketing stunt masquerading as corporate social responsibility (proceeds were donated to charity).

In the early 2000s, BK, in a bid to differentiate itself from its closest competitor McDonalds after being bought out by a tri-mera of private equity firms including Goldman Sachs Capital Partners, deliberately pumped its burgers full of trans fats, made them bigger and declared war on the calorie-conscious and weak-wristed. It was a foolhardy strategy that failed, and the 2007-08 financial crisis took a further toll on BK as its target market was hit hardest and cut back on whoppers.


A roaring trade - Holborn McDonalds
I wasn't surprised, then, to see that the filthy little BK kiosk across the road from Holborn tube station had closed, an ignoble end to an outlet in a tarnished chain. Opposite Holborn tube in the other direction, a gleaming green McDonalds continues to do a thriving business, that outlet an example of how the world's most ubiquitous burger chain has successfully rebranded and altered its business model to become more palatable to a consumer base well-versed in trans fats and the obesity epidemic.


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Not a very nice lady
If you grew up in the 80s, there's a good chance that you have something of a love/hate relationship with fast food brands. Brand advertising took off in the 80s, and the world's biggest consumer companies binged on sticking their logos on anything that might appeal to their target markets. Read any of the classic brand texts from the 80s and you find that all roads lead back to fast food - these companies understood the power of brand earlier than every other industry, and pretty much spoon fed academic authors the nuggets of wisdom they published. Like cigarette companies, they saw a further opportunity to make lifelong customers out of a generation of young consumers. There's a whole industry devoted to the psychology of marketing to children and there's written proof of the lasting power of branding, especially when it's aimed at children, as publisher of Shoreditch Twat fanzine Neil Boorman's Bonfire of the Brands attests.

I, Smokey, I mean Dopey, swear that nicotine is not addictive
The tobacco industry's PR house of cards came down in the 90s, when health groups and consumer watchdogs, amongst others, started to garner support for their battles against the industry. The 'seven dwarves' incident, when the seven CEOs of the seven biggest American tobacco companies committed perjury by swearing that their products weren't addictive, was self-admission, by default, that they were the corporate bogeymen of an unethical industry.

Warren Buffett's changing attitude towards the investability of tobacco companies is a stark mirror on the social acceptability of tobacco:

'I like the cigarette business. It costs a penny to make. Sell it for a dollar. It's addictive. And there's fantastic brand loyalty.' (1987)

'Investments in tobacco are fraught with questions that relate to societal attitudes and...I would not like to have a significant percentage of my net worth invested in tobacco businesses.' (1994)


But fast food escaped. When I was a kid, a big family day out in West Germany was a trip to the American PX, an hour's drive north to Bremen. It was the equivalent of a trip to the shopping mall, where some of the exotica we could expect to find were hip hop records, Nike Air Jordans and weird toys, topped off with lunch at Burger King. For many people, McDonalds is the ultimate symbol of American consumer culture; but McDonalds was everywhere, even in suburban West Germany, where it compromised on it's golden arches and then-corporate colours of yellow on red so that the conservative town council would allow an outlet to open in picturesque central Celle (there were brown arches on white). For me, Burger King, available only on special occasions at the American barracks, was THE American burger.

A Food Fighter
Back then, middle class parents still took their kids to fast food restaurants without needing to be nagged too much, and mine were no different. In fact, I think my dad even quite liked BK. Merchandising was key to the close affinity that fast food brands struck up with children, and indeed toys are a great marker of just how acceptable marketing fast food to kids was. One of the weird and wonderful toy lines that I used to be fascinated by at the American PX was 'Food Fighters'. They were grotesque pieces of fast food dressed in military gear and brandishing weapons, part of either the Kitchen Commandoes (the goodies) or the Refrigerator Rejects (the baddies). They had names like Burgerdier General, Private Pizza and Chip the Ripper. I thought they were amazing. My parents, happy to let us stuff our faces with junk food once in awhile, thought that the army theme was a step too far and refused to buy them for us.

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For much of the 90s, the narrative about the evils of junk food was confined to marginal publications like the Socialist Worker, handed out on street corners to curious teenagers (like me). I'm not sure exactly when the zeitgeist turned against fast food once and for all, but the milestones that stand out to me are Fast Food Nation and Super Size Me. Who could forget how shocking it was when Morgan Spurlock was told by his doctor that he risked long term liver damage after a month long McDonalds-only diet? Certainly not the McDonalds corporate board, who announced that they would no longer continue to offer the super size option. There the seeds of its business transformation were sown. Today, McDonalds is lauded for its commitment to sustainability and doing its bit, strange as it may seem, to combat obesity.

Burger King, safe behind the golden arches taking a battering on behalf of an entire industry, carried on doing what they do, seemingly oblivious to the changing tide of public opinion. The little Jacksonville, Florida burger chain has changed hands multiple times, each time being sold on because it couldn't provide the return to its new owners that they expected. The closure of the Holborn outlet, strategically positioned by the busstop so drunken office workers could grab a whopper for the bus ride home, is just a tiny chapter in its slow decline.