Posts from 10th April 2001

Apr 01

Tribute Songs

New York London Paris MunichPost a comment • 1,201 views

Tribute Songs: vastly useless compendium of cash-in dreck. Beatles feature heavily. Found via a search for Cats UK’s “Luton Airport”, obviously.

First things first. I would like to severely condemn the

Pumpkin PublogPost a comment • 274 views

First things first. I would like to severely condemn the King’s Head and Railway Tavern in Crouch End on their shameful record on crime prevention. Having been the victim of a cruel handbag thief in Crouch End on a Friday in March I return from holiday to a letter from the bank inquiring as to whether cashback withdrawals of 40 quid in the RT and 48.70 in the KH (within a 10 minute period) were legit or not. NO OF COURSE THEY BLOODY WEREN’T and if the bar staff had bothered to check the signatures they would have spotted this and been able to apprehend the cursed thieves. And this all took place about 5 minutes after the perpetration of said crime so no time to practice my stylish signature. Sodding bar staff.

More on the taverns of Gran Canaria when I have calmed down. Suffice to say that if your fantasy is a bunch of fat northern slappers (no offence intended to northerners) dancing to Leanne Rimes is your fantasy, then you’ll lurve Fantasy Island.….

RADIOHEAD – “Pull/pulk Revolving Doors”

New York London Paris MunichPost a comment • 319 views

RADIOHEAD – “Pull/pulk Revolving Doors”

The bass is a black hole and Thom Yorke’s voice is stretched to a ribbon around it: there’s a factory thump and suddenly and often the song decompresses into garbled lift-music heaven. It is considerably further out than Kid A ever went, and it makes Kid A sound difficult. Not difficult as in hard to listen to, but wilful difficult, surly difficult, clumsy difficult. “Pull/Pulk Revolving Doors”, like Outkast like the Dismemberment Plan like the Neptunes like Missy like Assault like Kid 606 is what you had hoped pop music would sound like in 2001. And I say pop music because the giddy thrill I got in my chest listening to this is the surprising thrill of pop music in ambush mode – somewhere deep in this sound is a band rediscovering pop structure at the same time as they discover how to crush it into marvellous noise. (Every song I’ve heard from Amnesiac has hooks).

My opinion of other Radiohead records is unchanged. Some are OK, some aren’t, some are awful. This, though, is excellent. I’m going to listen to it again to check. Sorry faithful readers. It’s still excellent. I wonder what the reviews will be like. Radiohead have been called the world’s best alternative band for five or six years straight – it would be terribly ironic if that all stopped just when it might be coming true.