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The Smell is LA’s all-ages hipster community centre (but you’re a trendy Platform reader, you already knew that, right?) and has spent the past few years in the music press’ marsupial pouch, and fresh off The Smell’s vegan-punk production line of dreams™ are Mika Miko. We’d have loved to meet them on Venice Beach, but the Platform budget only stretched to getting drunk behind the gravestones in a Camden park.

Remember the aching disappointment you felt after listening to the second Killers album? We think we might have found the remedy: their mates. Love Like Fire use to be buddies with The Killers back in Vegas and while they share their passion for indie music on an epic scale, they aren’t fronted by a raving egotistical Mormon who wouldn’t know a decent live show if one was shouting “turn it up you miserable git” from the bottom of the Reading mainstage.

They say you should never meet your heroes, because you’ll just be disappointed. But the reason I should never meet my heroes (even by email, it turns out), is that I would freak out and make a total ass of myself.

We had an immediate hatred for Trailer Trash Tracys. Their band name conjured thoughts of of guys wearing Von Dutch caps and white vests that reveal tribal tattoos. We had to listen to their music straight away, in sheer hope that it would be slightly less annoying then the sound we’d made up for them in our heads.

The 70’s was the best time to be a rock star. You had millions of dollars thrown at you, plush hotel suites, and crates of drugs. Platform spoke to two women who were there – Bebe Buell and Morgana Welch – to find out how exactly it was possible to fancy men in flares.

Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson is one of those New York folk artists that is destined to make a string of excellent records that will be ignored by everyone until his girliest song ends up on the soundtrack of a Michael Cera film.
A little less geeky than Jeffrey Lewis, a little less haughty than Devendra Banhart, the thing we like most about Miles is the way in which he both writes songs and sings songs yet definitely isn’t a “singer-songwriter”. We interviewed him a few weeks back but only just got round to transcribing it this morning. For some reason, Platform sounds stoned and high-pitched all the way through the recording. So considering he probably thought he was being interviewed by the gypsy from Family Guy, we thought he did quite well.

Thanks a lot The Smiths. We’re going to blame you for a nation of bedwetting boys and their guitars, trying to be sexy about their feelings and emotions. Glasvegas daddies’ never loved them, White Lies are obsessed with death and Bloc Party have been taken ill with a bad case of the whine flu. We’ve got damp shoulders from all those indie-band tears.