Category Archives: Comedy

John Lewis: The Bear & The Hare

Angry BearThis grizzly bear is doing a pretty good job of aping my reaction to Christmas.

Everyone is going mental for the ‘touching’ John Lewis advert again, which is a blatant Animals of Farthing Hood rip off soundtracked by something no one needed to hear: Lily Allen covering Keane. It’s good, but obviously it doesn’t even come close to melting my ice cold heart or eliciting any kind of Christmas cheer from me. However, this touching tale of cartoon animals does carry an important lesson: if your BFF happens to be an apex predator, you might want to round up a few unwitting friends morsels in the hope that your carnivorous frienemy eats them first. Look how happy the bear is when he sees the meat feast he has woken up to…John Lewis Hare and BearAnyway, enough of my cynicism, here’s the actual advert, which was made by Adam & Eve/DDB and produced by Blinkink and Hornet. The animation really is lovely – and is the result of a lot of hard work – but I’d recommend muting it and playing something more appealing over the top.

Tigers On Tinder

I’ve noticed that a lot of men on Tinder are quite fond of tigers…ImageThis trend is so prevalent that there is even a Tumblr dedicated to it, called Touch My Tiger! Kudos to these guys for noticing it first. Unfortunately, as with any trend, you always get a few bandwagon-jumpers who just don’t get it right…Tinder WannabesGuys, you’re doing it wrong! It’s got to be a REAL tiger. Don’t try and get a picture with a tiger in the wild, though. That would be stupid and dangerous. It’s essential that your tiger prop has been sedated so that annoying backpackers can pose with it. Safety first, and all that.

Review: Storms at Club NME

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© KOKO London / Charlotte Davidson 

Ahh, Club NME at Koko. In its heyday, this weekly guitar-fuelled orgy was a place where trilby-wearers could find a safe haven of acceptance, and spoilt girls who dressed exclusively in the Kate Moss for Topshop range could kid themselves that they were going to find their future rock star husband here. Now, Club NME is a bit stale – indie music just ain’t what it used to be, the playlist doesn’t sound too different from the Geordie Shore soundtrack (okay, that’s unfair, maybe it’s more Made In Chelsea) and the drinks are still horrendously expensive.

Not that tonight’s headliners, Storms, really give a fuck about any of that. They’re not here to relive the, err, ‘glory days’ of The Libertines, nor are they trying to peddle some chart-humping shite that sounds like a collection of rejected Owl City songs. Nope, Storms have drawn their musical influences from arguably the best genres of the ‘90s – grunge, shoegaze and Britpop. As the sound of Kanye West fades away and the band take to the stage, a wave of gratitude washes over me. Opening song ‘Special’ fills the auditorium with heartfelt lyrics, even if these sombre tales of society’s lower echelons are masked by an anthemic riff. The crowd doesn’t seem to mind much though, and they sway along happily in a Jagermeister-induced stupor. “Nobody’s special!” they wail in unison, blissfully unaware of the sad truth they seem to be confirming.

The next track, ‘Words’, with its slow, layered guitars and crunchy reverb, is a definite nod to bands like My Bloody Valentine and Spacemen 3. Launching straight into new song ‘Swell’, lead singer George Runciman showcases stronger vocals that range from high-pitched yelping to Cobain-esque roars, supported by a thumping drum beat and thunderous, guitar-backed choruses. By the time the song is over the band appear to have created a bizarre kind of festival atmosphere, as a noticeable amount of girls have actually clambered onto their boyfriends’ shoulders, hands in the air like they’re trying to clutch on to the last of the summer.

The penultimate song of the evening, ‘Plague Machine’, is easily my favourite. With just the right mix of yearning, lust and anger, it’s got a frustrating familiarity to it; the classic influences are there, but you can’t quite pinpoint what they are. Essentially though, it’s a blend that is all Storms’ own.

It’s clear that Storms already have some loyal fans who showed up especially to see them, but you can’t help but wonder if the depth of Storms’ lyrics and their range of influences might be a bit wasted on the people who also enjoy the likes of Bastille and Everything Everything. Perhaps the idiots are still winning, but the enthusiasm for tonight’s performance shows that this lot at Club NME aren’t lost causes just yet.

California Fishing Groups Sue to Stop Sea Otters

Wow. I guess Americans really will try to sue anything.

Luckily, this sea otter doesn’t seem too cut up about it.ImageHe’s like: “Look at all the fucks I give…NONE!”

Whereas this one…OTTSEA_26633_MasterThis one’s thinking: “FUCK MY LIFE! FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE!”

And this histrionic little dickhead just enjoys a drama.Dramatic Sea OtterAny old drama.

Sneaky Sea OtterBut this pompous sea otter knows his rights. He understands legal strategy better than me. He’s also got a whole load of family money to support him…and a healthy property portfolio to fall back on in case he has to relocate. Smug bastard.

Cameron, You’re Doing It Wrong

ImageOh, Dave. That’s not how you show off about your dinner on social media. You’re supposed to take a picture of the actual food – duh!

Confused.com Gets A Rebrand

ImageWell, this feels like it’s long overdue. Every time I saw one of Confused.com’s frequent TV ads, I couldn’t help but think to myself, “Why are a company with such a huge marketing budget still using a badly-drawn, goggle-eyed, chronic alopecia sufferer as their mascot?”
Anyway, confused Cara (yes, they actually bothered naming her) has now been retired and they’ve replaced her with a cuddly robot. I guess he is kind of like Wall-E for travel insurance, or something. His name is BRIAN and he was created by Publicis. This is Brian, gazing adoringly at some engineers:Brian The RobotYeah, he is really sweet, actually…robots are kind of adorable when they want to be. But can he rival Zingy, the darling of TV’s current crop of mascots? Confused.com seem to hope so – as BRIAN has his own website and they’re trying  to make #BRIANTheRobot happen on Twitter.

Barry The Platypus

ImageHere’s a very strange TV advert from JWT for First Direct, featuring Barry…a talking platypus from Yorkshire. I quite like it! More adverts should start with great psych songs like ‘I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night’ by The Electric Prunes.

Write It In Your Own Voice

Write It In Your Own VoiceBrilliant series of adverts from Uniball which highlight the merits of sending a handwritten letter and cleverly illustrate what misused fonts say about your message. An advertising campaign which is all about communication and implicit meaning – so meta!Uniball Pen Advert Comic Sans joke Uniball AdvertMy favourite one is ‘Pappy Is Dead’, which makes fun of Comic Sans (the underdog of all fonts) and there is also quite a camp skit deriding the Broadway font, too. The ‘Bust You Out’ version is probably the most effective, because obviously slang sounds so ridiculous when it’s read out in the Queen’s English. It reminds me of the time when James Blunt had to read out some Sean Paul lyrics on Never Mind The Buzzcocks.

Great work from TBWA South Africa.

EDIT: This campaign has since disappeared off the face of the Earth/internet, with no explanation. What the fuck, maaan?!

Style Over Substance

Falling womanImageStyle or substance? Audi and BBH believe you can have both in their new TV ad…

Unless you’re a woman! Hahaha, let’s all sneer at the silly vain tart who’s fallen down in the rain! She can’t have style and substance – she chose style, the moron.

Peugeot 208: Wacky Races

Real Life Penelope PitstopLive Action Wacky RacesReal Life Dick DastardlyWacky Races IRL! Watch this cool advert for the Peugeot 208, which shows the car competing in a live action version of the Hanna-Barbera ’60s classic, Wacky Races. Made by Y&R São Paulo and Partizan, the fun 90 second spot showcases all of the Peugeot 208’s features in the context of a slapstick comedy race against the show’s classic characters.

Aww, poor Muttley!