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Target Forget everything and remember

we are the brain child of youth and carnage all thats wrong rolled up with all thats right

we ask questions which are deeper than who, how, why today we feature music, tomorrow we take over the world

if you dont like it then fuck off and dont buy it

Editor: Jordan Joice

Welcome to Target. This magazine isnt designed to destory your mind. Just to help you(r) along the way. We’d love to release a issue everyday.Sadly we havnt got enough money so this magazine is monthly.

With thanks to: Matt Richardson | Wil Hazel | Nicola Murray | Dirtee Stank | NME | C 3 M A N A G E M E N T

we are the brain child of youth and carnage all thats wrong rolled up with all thats right we ask questions which are deeper than who, how, why today we feature music, tomorrow we take over the world

if you dont like it then fuck off and dont buy it

Welcome to Target Magazine. This is issue one, the first but hopefully not the last. We’ve filled this issue with enough musical juice to keep you going for the next 4 weeks until we re-lease issue 2 (which we’ve already started working on as we want to make it even more cram packed than this one)

Its been an interesting month for music.

The first set of festival line ups were announced, newbie Ellie Goulding his the number one spot with her brilliant debut album ‘Starry Eyes’ and JLS realised they were actually all brothers.

In this months issue you can expect to find the likes of The Maccabees, Dizzee Rascal, The Big Pink, Larrikin Love and Bombay Bicycle Club to name a few.

So, to mark the release of our first ever issue, how would you like to replace that old Nokia you’ve been working of for the last 3 years with this stylish new phone?

Our office nerd test-drove the phone for a week, putting his beloved Blackberry in a box in the back of his room, and here are his personal thoughts.

“The Samsung Genio Slide is impressive in many ways; the twin brother of the Samsung Genio Touch, this model incorporates a wide variety of useful technol-ogy encased within the stylish handset. This particular version of the Samsung Genio offers a full QWERTY keyboard, which slides out offering landscape data and text entry. The usual accoutrements are also included such as an impressive touch screen as well as web surfing capabilities so you can upload you high qual-ity 3.2MP pictures straight to your favourite social networking sites, courtesy of the built in application”

EDITORIAL.

ISSUE ONE.We are giving our lucky readers the chance to win a brand new Samsung Genio Slide along with a whole host of other Samsung goodies and maybe a few chocolates aswell if you promise not to mix the two together. To enter the competition all you have to do is send us a story, a festival story to be specific. Next month we will be a festival filled issue with a whole section devoted to all of your personal festive experiences. Keep them funny, rude and as uncensored as you like. We want to hear about the time you swapped Alex Turner’s cider for piss and which rockstars ‘left your drink’ in the disabled toiet - don’t worry we wont post your name if you don’t want to. Send your entries to competition@targetmagazine.com with the subject ‘Fes-tive Fun’ and we will pick our 5 favourite ones for our next issue. If you’re not lucky enough to see yours in our issue our favourite 25 will be on the website.

See you next month and I hope you enjoy the issue. Jordan x

Mumford and Sons‘Sigh No More’

Listen to: Little Lion Man

People often put ‘nu’ in front of things as an attempt to rebirth something that was but now isn’t. An example of this was ‘nu-rave’ - a scene filled with glitter, Frisbees and glow sticks –fortunately that ended quicker than the genius behind it realised he spelt new wrong. But now we are seeing nu-folk; tried out in the shoe shop by Laura Marling, broken in on the

way home by Noah and the Whale and now taken down to the lo-cal green to play football in by Mumford and Sons. With their de-but album reaching 7th in the UK charts, 4th in Ireland and a im-pressive 1st in Australia, Mumford and his band of sons have taken the UK, and as the poles show, the world by a vicious storm.

As the title track and opening song show, Sigh No More, this album is filled with a bespoke mix of slow tempered guitar rifts accompanied with equal-ly slow paced vocals but also potentially-heart-threatening upbeat chord changes and an album which will work as a present for your son and husband.

The album is not only a joy to listen to, but also reignites the flame, which used to burn the coal of the coolest & hippest ship in town – the SS Folk-town.

Owl City ‘Ocean Eyes’

Listen to: Facebook

Written, apparently, by Adam Young – Owl City is the latest thing to be coughed up via Myspace, al-though unlike his other cyber siblings Young should be spat out straight into the sink. Ultimately just a

pale-faced kid who uses MySpace because ‘it’s retro’ he’s created simple laptop beats with annoyingly canny Postal Service vocal chords on top. Let him have his five minutes, let him get laid and then ‘let him’ cock off.

Larrikin Love‘The Freedom Spark’

Listen to: On Sussex Downs

The Clash wrote about being lost in the supermarket, Coldplay wrote about hit American TV shows and Michael Buble was doing a similar thing – but no one knows what he was writing about.

So where was Larrikin Love when this was happening? Instead of writing about being

lost, they were in fact lost themselves. Pilled under everyone’s to-do list the band began their rise to fame and just before breaking the musical walls of the world they split up. Although The Freedom Spark reached #37 in the UK charts the band could of gone and further. From the infectious and witty lyr-ics from lead singer Edward Eke (formerly Larrikin) to the ska-ish chords used by Micko Larkin (now in the newly-reformed Hole) Larrikin Love had a certain essence to their music that left you gagging for one track more.

Downing Street Kindling saw the band taking a step back to look at a coun-try they love and decide if it’s still the same place they once called home and Well, Love Does Furnish A Life played with the idea of a life without consum-er goods, featuring a quick verse sung by now King and/or Queen Jamie T.

This album was most certainly lost in the post and although the band is no longer, get down to your local record shop and order in a copy of it today.

Nicola Murray.Who are you?The man of your dreams

Really? I dreamt about Faris Rotter last night, how do you hide that hid-eous nose?I wear a nose mask, it keeps it warm, especially at night when it’s freezing in the grove

Your email signature quotes you as a ‘Senior Account Executive of Red Consultancy’ - for people who aren’t in the know, or PR, what does that equate to?I work across three clients; Samsung, Cadbury Dairy Milk and Bittersweet Partnership. I’m responsible for numerous projects across each account that requires creative planning and execution. I report into Account Managers and Directors and manage and coach junior team members. I get paid peanuts but there are worse jobs in the world. It’s about doing the work and constantly updating the client on progress. I juggle about three different projects per client and I speak to media everyday selling in various stories and products. It can be a massive ball ache at times, but working on the cool stuff makes up for it. There’s a flowing supply of chocolate that gets me through the week (probably not through the door though, fatty bom bom)

Ok, so we’ll cut out everything from ‘I work for cadburys’ to ‘and get paid peanuts’ then insert a joke about nut allergies.So whilst your not at work selling TV’s, fridges, phones and bed sheets <Yes readers, Samsung sell bed sheets> where could we find you?At a gig in the mosh pit, at the pub, in the gym, in bed, in Camden, in Shored-itch. One of those places will always apply. If I’m not there I’m in Paul Weller (Woking)

Music seems like a big focal point then - as you probably know Festival season is in the becoming ever-so potent in the air, what’s your favou-rite festivity?Glastonbury. Isn’t it everyones? Cliché but there’s nothing else like it. Nothing comes close

..And your dream line up?BabyshamblesThe strokesOasis

Well, we’re not a magazine who like to judge people but - Razorlight? I think we should move on before this gets personal.What is the most surreal experience you’ve ever had? Oi! Old Razorlight are amazing. I was there at the beginning it does make me sad to see what they’ve come to though.My UFO experience; I was once sat in my lounge and thought I was in an air-port lounge going to Russia. I was just sat on the sofa.Punch me moment; I once fell in Peter Dohertys pond.

<ignoring the Razor-always-shite comment>As interesting as both of those are - the Russian airport experience has left me speechless and even if the Punch me was more of a “someones drunk too much” moment - I think we should move on to keep the illu-sion going.What can we expect to see from you in the near future? Well I’m hoping to get some new clothes, sort my barnet out, I think me and The Persian Rugs will go on tour at some point and you might see me with a pram my niece was born today.

Congratulations. You most of worked very hard getting that niece.. Don’t throw her in the rock and roll lifestyle too early though.Our last question - Nicola Murray, who are you again? Your worst nightmare.

Dizzee Rascal isn’t just a rascal; he’s a hell of a lot more. From his chirpy lyrics to his cheeky smile he continues to bang out hit after hit from Bon-kers to his latest single, collaboration with music machine Florence Welch, You Got The Love. After touring throughout ‘09 playing every city this county has to offer, 2010 saw him revisiting the six major cities from his Tongue ‘n’ Cheek tour one more time, to tie off any knots he might of left open last year.Dressed in his own unique clothing, created by his own label – Dirtee Stank, the rapping ras-cal came onto the stage to the sound of sirens at which point the sold out crowd replied to his presence alone with rapturous applause.

Rascal isn’t a newbie to Brighton. Playing just under 3 years ago whilst supporting Baby-shambles, an odd mix at the time – but com-

plimented each other well, then playing last year next door to fellow friend and producer Cal-vin Harris – both to sold out crowds, it was no surprise he decided to revisit his favorite city by the sea one last time.

As Dizzee fired out all the hits of his top 10 cata-logue you get the chance to look out at the sea of bobbing heads, you rea-lise that although Diz-zee Rascal raps during his song, making him a rapper, his target market is so much deeper. The 5000 strong audience was filled with everyone from 12 year olds with their trousers too low to parental rap-a-longs with their daughters; he’s an artist whose faults are so minor you couldn’t even pick them up with a pair of fine tooth tweezers.

Halfway through the set DR’s right hand man DJ Symtex took the lime-light for 3:50 seconds playing a remixed ver-

sion of Dance Wiv Me whilst Rascal did a out-fit swap, maybe he took that from fellow Brit award winner Lady Gaga, now sporting a white vest with New Era hat.

With half the audience unsure as to why Dizzee had left a sudden race to the bar commenced, with a lucky few manag-ing to buy their pints be-fore the opening acapel-la of Just a Rascal filled the cracks and holes of the auditorium. At this point the unknowing audience members who saw an opportunity of a quick drink and/or piss ran back into the room forgetting about their dry throats for the remainder of the set.

Rascal is one of a kind, with many artists try-ing to follow in his footsteps but missing the bus by miles. He isn’t just a rascal; he’s a Dizzee, from the alti-tude at the top, Rascal.

Words and Photography: Jordan Joice

NME Awards Tour 2010 Brighton Dome

15.02.2010

“I wonder if that brunette remembers me..

wait, of course she does”

Words: Jordan Joice Photography: Matt Richadson

“I really reconise that girl at the back. How could I forget tits like that!”

The NME Awards Tour is ei-ther a hit or miss, standard. With line-ups that either scared Reading Festival (EG: 2005’s bash that threw to-gether The Killers, Bloc Party, The Futureheads and Kaiser Chiefs) to bills that wouldn’t even sell out Sidcup village day (The Ting Tings, Joe Lean and Does It Offend You, Yeah?) This years Shockwave sponsored tour was one to be remembered, with the line up alone setting of the musical hormones of indie kids and kiddets nationwide.

Fresh from the top of ev-ery ‘Sound of 2010’ list The Drums - having been togeth-er no more than a year they have been rammed down the public’s throat since Decem-ber 09’. For a first band on, which is usually when most punters are still arguing with the cashier in subway as they ‘forgot the fucking cheese’ again, the crowd was ener-getic enough for lead singer Jonathan Pierce to go (crowd) surfing during the first song of the night, appropriately named, ‘Lets go Surfing’.

However this couldn’t be said for everyone’s favourite ad-vert band, The Big Pink, un-less you replace surfing with sinking. Like their trade-mark song, Dominos, they took longer than expected to set up and when they did fall down it wasn’t nearly as fun as anticipated. With a loud si-ren as their intro, which was probably actually an Anthrax alarm, they band played a loud but visually boring set where most of the audience headed to the bar with the over 18’s buying warm beer and the miners running around ripping of the NME award nomination posters.

From the boring to the beau-tiful, a band that share their name with a London based take-away firm, Bombay Bi-cycle Club took to the stage to showcase their unique blend of quirky pop hits and joyfully depressive lyr-ics. Creating a constant buzz from their first song they fin-ished on Always Like This. A phrase which left this writer thinking – why can’t every band always be like this? As

a band they might not have the looks or the arrogance of rock stars but that’s fine, as they clearly don’t want or need them. They’ve all got great teeth anyway.

From fronting the fight against plague to promot-ing it, the toothpaste kissing headliners The Maccabees took to the stage – again all with noticeably pearly whites – with no introduc-tion needed they threw themselves into a set of first album songs. From the offset the entire audience were on their feet even un-til the finial seconds of their encored song ‘First Love’ where lead singer Orlando Weeks thanked the audi-ence for being so relentless as its ‘the little things which make all the difference’The Maccabees have this in-fectious feel to their songs where you cant help but whistle or sing to every lyric or lead they throw at you. This year they played NME, next year they will head-line the O2 festival arena.

fromover the pond

Brendan Benson & Heartless Bastards

Brendan Ben-son is Amercia’s well-kept secret. Having released 4 albums on his own, he’s bet-ter known as the bloke from the Racounters, how-ever he is much more. Benson takes a variety of essences and spices out of The Racounters cup-board and creates his own blend of cheeky pop hits. His latest album My Old, Famil-iar Friend didn’t even chart on UK soil but that didn’t stop him headlining the w e l l - k n o w n north London venue. Benson came onto the stage with his scraggly hair and trademark plain t-shirt playing a stirring set for the whole audi-ence to get their boogie onto. However in this gig there was more than one band from Over The Pond.

Words: Jordan Joice Photograph: Will Hazel

fromover the pond

The other being Heartless Bas-tards – a bigger kept secret than Benson himself. With the band hailing from Ohio and a band name only peo-ple from South America should be allowed to pronounce (no one else can say Bastards with enough grit) they have ev-erything from the sexy front-women to songs which can be de-scribed as; either country, blues, rock or garage. Some would say this support band took the audi-ence completely off guard, either way at the end of the night the majority of the audience were eagerly queuing up to their mer-chandise stand – what a bunch of heartless old bastards, ey?

Words: Jordan Joice Photograph: Will Hazel