Inspired By Sylvia Plath

A little while ago we wrote about legendary Avant garde-ists from the UK This Heat! Who later went on to form an intriguing side project called Flaming Tunes. Which is less challenging than This Heat and worth a listen.

Their track Generous Moon declares its affiliation to Sylvia Plath & specifically her poem The Thin People, which is a great excuse to revisit that.

They are always with us, the thin people
Meagre of dimension as the gray people

On a movie-screen.  They
Are unreal, we say:

It was only in a movie, it was only
In a war making evil headlines when we

Were small that they famished and
Grew so lean and would not round

Out their stalky limbs again though peace
Plumped the bellies of the mice

Under the meanest table.
It was during the long hunger-battle

They found their talent to persevere
In thinness, to come, later,

Into our bad dreams, their menace
Not guns, not abuses,

But a thin silence.
Wrapped in flea-ridded donkey skins,

Empty of complaint, forever
Drinking vinegar from tin cups: they wore

The insufferable nimbus of the lot-drawn
Scapegoat.  But so thin,

So weedy a race could not remain in dreams,
Could not remain outlandish victims

In the contracted country of the head
Any more than the old woman in her mud hut could

Keep from cutting fat meat
Out of the side of the generous moon when it

Set foot nightly in her yard
Until her knife had pared

The moon to a rind of little light.
Now the thin people do not obliterate

Themselves as the dawn
Grayness blues, reddens, and the outline

Of the world comes clear and fills with color.
They persist in the sunlit room: the wallpaper

Frieze of cabbage-roses and cornflowers pales
Under their thin-lipped smiles,

Their withering kingship.
How they prop each other up!

We own no wilderness rich and deep enough
For stronghold against their stiff

Battalions.  See, how the tree boles flatten
And lose their good browns

If the thin people simply stand in the forest,
Making the world go thin as a wasp’s nest

And grayer; not even moving their bones.

And reflect that she was a worthy inspiration.


[NB. Sylvia Plath also inspired many other singers from Patti Smith & Ralph McTell to Tracey Thorn including Ryan Adams who wrote a song called Sylvia Plath (surprisingly and with less subtlety than Flaming Tunes) about her .. that and 13 other poetically inspired songs can be found on this enticing link]

Craft with Kit Starring GROUPLOVE!


We’re pretty excited to announce the launch of our latest collaboration here at Cool Accidents that’s seen us join forces with local Australian designer/craft expert Kitiya Palaskas to create our new filmed DIY series Craft with Kit.

Each episode features a short filmed interview/craft making session with Kit and a very special musical guest. Together they complete a quick, easy and fun craft project whilst chatting about music and general randomness. The finished segments also include step-by-step photos for readers to complete the project at home.

With an aesthetic style that takes cues from childhood favourites like Playschool and Art Attack, and a cheeky sense of humour inspired by Between Two Ferns and Amy Sedaris, Craft with Kit is a playful, tongue-in-cheek homage to the traditional craft shows of our time.

All the craft projects themselves are inspired by the artist’s music, iconography or themes from their latest music videos or their style in general.

Craft with Kit aims to attract:
A. creative kids who like their crafternoons to be accompanied by the perfect musical soundtrack.
B. music lovers who want to see a different side to their fave artists.
C. anyone who loves a good LOL.

Aaaaaanyway, now you know what it’s all about, without further ado may we present the very first episode featuring one of our all-time faves and regular Cool Accidents cohorts GROUPLOVE!

Kit caught up with the guys while they were in town for Splendour In The Grass and decided to play on the title of their latest album Spreading Rumours by creating a ridiculously large chatterbox.

Watch what went down on the day below and then thanks to Kit’s handy step by step tutorial that follows you can make a chatterbox of your own!

Make Your Own Chatterbox!


You will need:

1 x square piece of paper (any colour, pattern or size that your lil’ heart desires)

1 x pen


Step 1 

Fold your paper square in half, open it up, and fold it in half again in the other direction.


Step 2

Open your square up again and fold each corner into the centre.


Step 3

Turn the folded square over. Fold each corner into the centre once more. So much folding!


Step 4

Fold the square in half. There should now be 4 little square panels on the outside of your chatterbox, and triangle panels on the inside.


Step 5

Write a colour of your choice on each of the square panels.


Step 6

On the inside of the chatterbox, write a number of your choice on each of the triangular panels.


Step 7

Open up each triangular panel and write a fortune inside each. You can make them as great or as gruesome as you want. Or, you could try a mix of both to keep things a bit thrilling.


Try your chatterbox out on all your besties and watch them squeal/squirm as their futures are revealed!!

30 Years Of Music Industry Change


via Digital Music News

Checkout the individual images and a higher res of the above gif HERE

Where In The World Is Sébastien Tellier?

Interpol’s raid of the Utopic commune ‘Alliance Bleue’ in the early hours of January 15, 2013, was over in just 12 minutes.

Some attribute this to Interpol’s airtight running of ‘Operation Deep Blue’ in the leadup to the raid. Others attribute it to Alliance Bleue’s holographic walls. Whatever the reason, Alliance Bleue’s acolytes were sent scurrying into the undergrowth and the mission’s officers sent largely insane; the perceived power to walk through walls leading to a string of dischargeable offences and in many cases, institutionalisation.

But Sébastien Tellier, founder and leader of the free artisan society, vanished. Until now.

While inside the wall-less compound, some of Alliance Bleue’s Free Minds had perfected a form of digital absorption. Tellier, meanwhile, had been honing his burgeoning telepathic and psychokinetic abilities and forseeing the coming raid, was absorbed into the Internet. Where in the world is Sébastien Tellier? He’s everywhere.

“He’s in a better mood now” shrugs Marlon, brushing the sleeve of his white overalls. “He’s…refreshed…”

Marlon’s a cleaner. He spends his time sweeping junk code into the giant, slavering chutes studded along the glassy halls of the Internet. He will keep tipping code ceaselessly into these chutes until he’s told to stop. Then he’ll tip himself in.

“It’s what you would commonly refer to as a ‘house arrest’”, Marlon explains of Tellier’s living arrangements. “The prevailing nodes of wisdom felt it better suited their purposes if he remained here in his domicile, without the temptations of accessible technology or physical human form.”

“So he’s trapped here? How…is he?”

“There was a period of low mood” Marlon admits, looking down at the junk code caked over his feet. “He managed on three occassions to fashion wet bundles of rogue code into a sort of crude knife”


“Yes…So we allowed him a short, heavily-supervised break, in fully flesh form”

“Where did he go?”

“You can talk with him now. But not in person, not with words, it’s too much of a liability. Use these.” Marlon hands me a small box of index cards. “No descriptions of the outside. No questions about Alliance Bleue. If you need me…I’ll be everywhere.”

I slide a card under the door.


“What are you doing?”

“Sorry Marlon?”

“What are you doing? I told you, no questions about Alliance Bleue.”

Marlon looks agitated, or whatever the digital approximation of agitated is, standing a little too close, voice volume raised 15% above normal speaking level. He steps back, lowering his oversized black broom.

“The rules…” he begins. He steps forward again. “The rules are important here. Please. You must abide them.” Then he turns, sweeping as he goes, ashen clouds of code billowing around the head of his broom. I hear a voice from under the door.

Brûle en enfer.”


I stand in the hallway for a full minute waiting for Marlon to return. Finally I can hear the sound of his metronomic footfalls slapping against the slick surrounding walls. He turns his head to me and empties a small heap of junk code into the jutting grey lip of a disposal chute. He continues staring at me, his features uncreased by any perceptible feeling or inclination. He opens his mouth to speak, but lets it fall shut. Then he eases himself into the chute.

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TGIF - Latin Flavour

So the world cup is almost through its first round and the twin horrors of Wayne Rooney & Pitbull (are they the same person?) are rapidly fading from memory.



Banished from our memories in favour of latin flair and fervour.

It is already the Latin world cup just through location and now 7 of their teams are already through to the second (knockout rounds). To celebrate the end of the first round here’s some party music from the lucky ones – only Ecuador and Honduras have missed out to date, back on the plane with England, Italy and Spain. If this doesn’t give you football fervour nothing will:


Airto – Celebration Suite


Mexican Institute of Sound


Anna Tijoux – 1977



Quantic y su Conjunto



Los Hicsos



Senor Faraon


Binary Cumbia Orchestra


That Boy Needs Therapy!


Well… Probably not when you’re dealing with that many but we do love the sentiment.

Age Before Beauty After Midnight.


“Non posso credere che un ragazzino dalla Norvegia ha fatto un remix Coldplay migliore di me” Fictional quote from Giorgio Moroder

What is Fake-Giorgio saying we hear you ask you unilingual peasants…  Fake-Giorgio is saying “I cannot believe that Kygo kid from Norway has done a remix of Coldplay better than mine”.

While fictional Giorgio is remarkably humble WE personally prefer his epic, 8 minute remix of Midnight that was secretly transported from a disco on Saturn to Soundcloud to Kygo’s blissed out version, But his comments do indicate just how intensely competitive the Coldplay remix race has been. Just one week after the release of the band’s new album Ghost Stories, there are a heap of remixes doing the rounds… shit, Tiësto even got all experimental tech housey with his own bootleg.

As far as the official ones go though, who do YOU think did it better? 23 year Kygo or 74 year old Giorgio?

But What’s The Right Music?


Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio." - Hunter S. Thompson

"One could argue pretty vigorously that Thompson’s favourite song of all time was “Mr. Tambourine Man.” find out other potential HST ‘right music’ faves via THIS fantastic Beatdom article.

Gangster Doodles.

One of our favourite tumblrs Gangster Doodles has gone and put together a 48 page zine filled with their brilliant depictions of rappers, ballers, players, thugs and gangsters which in their original form are all done on 3x3 yellow post-it notes using common office supplies such as fluorescent highlighters adding to the charm.

It’s limited to 100 copies so you’d better get your skates on if you want to cop a copy which you can do by clicking here.

Below are a few of our faves from the first volume of hopefully many and stay tuned to their blog for your daily dose.