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I have travelled across oceans of time...trashed a thousand heartbreak hotels...wrestled tigers and creatures of the deep...sacrificied my body to chesty wenches...delved under every nook and “cranny”...played Texas Hold 'Em 'til the wee hours with Sir Walter Raleigh and the Bee Gees...I've seen a million faces and I've “rocked” them all...these things I have done for YOU...Yes! YOU, my beauties, in a Herculean effort to find some decent bloody singles. Forgive them Jesus, they know not what they do.....
You gotta respect Ver Mode (Depeche). Literally gazillions of ace singles going back to the dawn of time (or the birth of Sir Cliff, whichever came first). I also tip my fedora to Basildon Dave who, like Keef Richards, seemingly cannot be killed by conventional weapons. Newie Wrong is officially “quite right” and admirably spooky for a comeback single but hi ho silver lining the video is freakin' AMAZIN' - like having a thousand nightmares in four minutes. Tragically though, I'm told the album is a bit bobbins.
You know that bit in Raiders of The Lost Ark when that big thug corners Indy and starts flashing that badass sword at him, giving it the “Big-I-Am”...and Indy just pulls out his gun and shoots him? Well I've got two words for T2 feat. Michelle's Come Over. Bang. Bang.
Sadly those queuing for Bat for Lashes 2: The Wrath Of Khan may have to wait longer, but Daniel, the Fleetwood Mac-esque floral lament for Ralph Macchio (of 'white pyjamas' fame) is unequivocally divine. I am slightly worried about her mixing with the bigger boys though down at the Major Leagues. Fly your freak flag high, honey!...Now smear yourself in paint and run around the garden naked whilst I make us both some lunch. Yes, we can build a teepee and yes, I'll be your Mr Miyagi.
John & Jehn's Oh My Love is tastefully creepy in a PJ Harvey-doing-a-Bond-theme sorta way. It may be Rentaghost level but in my heart, weird wins. Though it's kinda redundant and pointless in a world where PJ Harvey still delivers, but whilst you're waiting? Hell, OK.
Oh dear. No You Girls?? Franz Frickin' Ferdinand??? Are they mad!? (Red mist descends) Right. This ends tonight!!!!! (Matt storms out of the Music Fix Offices, floors the pedal on the Matmobile and tears through the ceremonial gates of the Matcave). Calling All Minions!! Emergency!! Time to go to work my Pretties!! (What could only be described as “armies of flying monkeys wearing red and gold capes and carrying semi-automatic weapons” take to the skies. It's really quite beautiful you should have...) Fly my children! FLY! Carry out the top secret procedures as you have been trained!!! (Returns to Chez Music Fix all breathless and that). Nexxxxxxxxt!
Aah, a split 7” single! Everyone's a winner, spin the black circle! Miss Tierney by Wake The President is cute in an awkward Gregorys Girl Indiepop way but just misses the magical Clare Grogan drool factor. But Fortune Map by Je Suis Animal? Oui, Oui! Je suis tres Nico et Stereolab! Je suis groovy! C'est formadible! Round up the horses, I'm gonna ride 'em like Seabiscuit!
Pop is a special place for special people. Some should simply be refused admission. Mentioning no names (Cough) Ceri James What Else Matters (Cough).
I have no beef with Fightstar. Like the rest of their prolific output Mercury Summer is pretty likeable pop rocky, nothing more, and c'mon how can you begrudge someone who once sang “I messed my pants when we flew over france”?? Busted, gone too soon. This one's for my dead homeys. Respec'.
Lady Sovereign So Human?? Lawdy, isn't this over yet? Pur-lease, let it end. If only for the sake of the children! She becomes more like Jannette Krankie every day, what is she now? Like 50 or something? It's just wrong. Do something more respectable, I hear McDonalds are hiring.
I'm Not Sorry by Loner isn't bad, in fact today it sounds OK - a little post-Eno Roxy Music melodrama and a lottle The The grumpiness all wrapped up in shoulder pads and cheek bones. The artwork is fab though - three mourning Jessica Lange lookalikes - Me likey.
Why Metronomy are bothering releasing something as willfully eccentric as Radio Ladio as a single baffles me. Do I applaud or boo? It sure fits neatly in the “Pretentious bollocks” box, but I glance back at the soul searching singer songwriter gubbins filling the airwaves and it does have a certain charm.
Ian Archer is currently on tour with Snow Patrol. Only a cold, heartless bastard would twist the knife any further but Songbird is rubbish. Yes, I feel ashamed.
So much mediocrity. Where's the FIRE? I feel like fallin'.. I feel like fallin'...in hate. Thank God for A Place To Bury Strangers' Missing You. It has 'HATE' tattooed on one hand and 'GRRR' tattooed on the other, rocks like Charles Manson swinging the J&MC and feels like being chased by Leatherface out of Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Intensely intense but oh, way cool. Single Of The Week. I'm getting on the back of this bike baby, don't wait up. Seya later suckers!....Mother, can you tape The One Show though? ta.
You gotta respect Ver Mode (Depeche). Literally gazillions of ace singles going back to the dawn of time (or the birth of Sir Cliff, whichever came first). I also tip my fedora to Basildon Dave who, like Keef Richards, seemingly cannot be killed by conventional weapons. Newie Wrong is officially “quite right” and admirably spooky for a comeback single but hi ho silver lining the video is freakin' AMAZIN' - like having a thousand nightmares in four minutes. Tragically though, I'm told the album is a bit bobbins.
You know that bit in Raiders of The Lost Ark when that big thug corners Indy and starts flashing that badass sword at him, giving it the “Big-I-Am”...and Indy just pulls out his gun and shoots him? Well I've got two words for T2 feat. Michelle's Come Over. Bang. Bang.
Sadly those queuing for Bat for Lashes 2: The Wrath Of Khan may have to wait longer, but Daniel, the Fleetwood Mac-esque floral lament for Ralph Macchio (of 'white pyjamas' fame) is unequivocally divine. I am slightly worried about her mixing with the bigger boys though down at the Major Leagues. Fly your freak flag high, honey!...Now smear yourself in paint and run around the garden naked whilst I make us both some lunch. Yes, we can build a teepee and yes, I'll be your Mr Miyagi.
John & Jehn's Oh My Love is tastefully creepy in a PJ Harvey-doing-a-Bond-theme sorta way. It may be Rentaghost level but in my heart, weird wins. Though it's kinda redundant and pointless in a world where PJ Harvey still delivers, but whilst you're waiting? Hell, OK.
Oh dear. No You Girls?? Franz Frickin' Ferdinand??? Are they mad!? (Red mist descends) Right. This ends tonight!!!!! (Matt storms out of the Music Fix Offices, floors the pedal on the Matmobile and tears through the ceremonial gates of the Matcave). Calling All Minions!! Emergency!! Time to go to work my Pretties!! (What could only be described as “armies of flying monkeys wearing red and gold capes and carrying semi-automatic weapons” take to the skies. It's really quite beautiful you should have...) Fly my children! FLY! Carry out the top secret procedures as you have been trained!!! (Returns to Chez Music Fix all breathless and that). Nexxxxxxxxt!
Aah, a split 7” single! Everyone's a winner, spin the black circle! Miss Tierney by Wake The President is cute in an awkward Gregorys Girl Indiepop way but just misses the magical Clare Grogan drool factor. But Fortune Map by Je Suis Animal? Oui, Oui! Je suis tres Nico et Stereolab! Je suis groovy! C'est formadible! Round up the horses, I'm gonna ride 'em like Seabiscuit!
Pop is a special place for special people. Some should simply be refused admission. Mentioning no names (Cough) Ceri James What Else Matters (Cough).
I have no beef with Fightstar. Like the rest of their prolific output Mercury Summer is pretty likeable pop rocky, nothing more, and c'mon how can you begrudge someone who once sang “I messed my pants when we flew over france”?? Busted, gone too soon. This one's for my dead homeys. Respec'.
Lady Sovereign So Human?? Lawdy, isn't this over yet? Pur-lease, let it end. If only for the sake of the children! She becomes more like Jannette Krankie every day, what is she now? Like 50 or something? It's just wrong. Do something more respectable, I hear McDonalds are hiring.
I'm Not Sorry by Loner isn't bad, in fact today it sounds OK - a little post-Eno Roxy Music melodrama and a lottle The The grumpiness all wrapped up in shoulder pads and cheek bones. The artwork is fab though - three mourning Jessica Lange lookalikes - Me likey.
Why Metronomy are bothering releasing something as willfully eccentric as Radio Ladio as a single baffles me. Do I applaud or boo? It sure fits neatly in the “Pretentious bollocks” box, but I glance back at the soul searching singer songwriter gubbins filling the airwaves and it does have a certain charm.
Ian Archer is currently on tour with Snow Patrol. Only a cold, heartless bastard would twist the knife any further but Songbird is rubbish. Yes, I feel ashamed.
So much mediocrity. Where's the FIRE? I feel like fallin'.. I feel like fallin'...in hate. Thank God for A Place To Bury Strangers' Missing You. It has 'HATE' tattooed on one hand and 'GRRR' tattooed on the other, rocks like Charles Manson swinging the J&MC and feels like being chased by Leatherface out of Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Intensely intense but oh, way cool. Single Of The Week. I'm getting on the back of this bike baby, don't wait up. Seya later suckers!....Mother, can you tape The One Show though? ta.
