WIN! Free Passion Pit Camera!

It’s not often a band have money to give out merch. Especially in these Asda-shopping bin-bag wearing times. So SUPERSWEET were thrilled when one of their favourite bands Passion Pit sent us a customised disposable camera in the post!

The big news is, Wiseman is back from holidaying in Australia. Being rested, tanned and happy, he felt generous enough to give you the chance to win this colourful collectible.

For your chance to win this outstanding prize, log onto www.supersweet.org (if you're already registered) and answer the question in our GAMES / COMPETITION section. If you're not already registered, do so now on our homepage!

Good luck

Wiseman

This is Michael!

It's a girl! I'm sitting here and my friend Put has asked me to look after his kitten and then sent me a picture of her. All I've been doing for the past hour was crying. She's heartbreakingly adorable! I can't believe we're going to have a cat. Apparently she only sleeps in bed and on your head... The Universe has finally answered my call! Thank you! We're going to get along so well and I'm planning to make a scrap book of our fun days together.

LUST FOR BUST - Stare at her boobies, win points

When SUPERSWEET set out to produce a vice/phillia issue, we knew we wouldn't be satisfied until all areas of our magazine had been degraded into the gutter of civilization. Knowing it would be hard to find a suitably sleazy game for you to play, we set our big dog Burak on the hunt. He came back with a bone called LUST FOR BUST. You can play it now in our GAMES section! If you're 21 years old, you're legally allowed to stare at her tits until you get caught. The longer you stare into the cleavage void without her catching you, the more points you score. This game really is a bag of fun.

The Dodos: De-mericted and ruled ‘nay ok’

Here’s our version of The Dodos IV unedited. It’s more confusing than scary. After SS played it back in the office, we realized what an odd version of the game emerged! Logan copied everything Meric said and Meric’s words didn’t make any sense. Both boys should have been penalized. What is up with ‘bangers’ after Longform? And while we’re on the subject, what the feck is Longform? We would also like to penalize Logan for not complying with game rules, whereby he related his words to ones that didn’t come before him. ‘Telephone poles’ relates to Wichita (the label's logo), but not to ‘family’. This makes Logan a ‘cheater’, to which we respond ‘lame’. What comes after lame? The Dodos. (They said it, not us…) But because they both dressed up for the shoot, we forgive them and love them once again.

And you can see our official version of this here, then you will see how much editing is needed!

Newletter: 5 August 2009

The Big Pink's Debut Album Stream

It's only available for one week. Enjoy!

ANTI-REVIEW - MILK KAN

Hmmm...The non-Bob Dylan of our times rattles his mockney chimes to the tune of anti-hits 'Don't Panic! I'm Only Islamic' and 'Who Broke Susan Boyle?' We shouldn't be so harsh, but we're going to be. While there's nothing wrong with social commentary accessing a nation's discontent, say, towards a media warped figure-head, there IS something wrong with doing it badly. And in turn, becoming the mirror image they're wanting to deflect. These songs are both annoying and catchy, or else, annoyingly catchy, like a hunk of stinking shark hooked and kicking on the end of a media mogul's fishing line, the one they've been dangling for that fashionably political scoop of the month. It's not Milk Kan's fault, but rather the cheap and nasty corners of the world that lie in wait for sweaty students with guitars and the crazy idea to start a band. Now we've done with bitching, we have something good to say. Kan's Dylan-like guitar melody is strong and wasted on their outfit and lyrics like 'Who Broke Susan Boyle?' Popular amongst their own kind, we're sure. Shudder.

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