Posts from 23rd May 2001

May 01

We’re whoring for BBC Online today

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We’re whoring for BBC Online today – as the proof finally comes in that Napster and mp3’s are destroying the music industy. Oh, but the proof is that record sales have gone up. Ooops. Whilst record sales have been down for a while this reversal of a trend must mean something. I think it might mean we have had better pop music this year – though I’ll take the notion that if the increases come from the dull, slow-moving Tripod that is Eva Cassidy, Dido and David Grey then all might not be well with the world.

As another note on the Radiohead vs DJ Pied Piper battle – man that DJ Pied Piper single is a lazy piece of half-arsed garage. Which is why it sounds so damn good in the sun. “Do you really like it, is it really wicked….” I thought nobody used the word wicked any more. Which makes using it in itself thorough wicked.

You’ll be seeing this link in a few places

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You’ll be seeing this link in a few places: Pitchfork sluts for hits and gets Brent DiCrezcenzo to review Tool’s record. I’m linking to it because I think it’s funny (ha ha). My current despair at the very notion of ever writing a useful record review should possibly be taken into account.

Radiohead on for biggest chart hit

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Radiohead on for biggest chart hit: i.e. No.2, behind DJ Pied Piper whose single is called, perhaps aptly, “Do You Really Like It?” Good old BBC Online and their nose for a crucial entertainment story.


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Ludacris is the kind of guy your mother warned you about. But then so is your average flasher, and Moby aside nobody offers them a record deal. “What’s Your Fantasy” is a three-minute job application for Fiesta Letters, and ‘fantasy’ is the right word: a glance at Ludacris’ weaselly form lets you know that in this case his name is no joke.

In any other case, though….look, you people keep telling me that rap is still a thrusting young artform and the peak of musical creativity. In which case, why has it only taken them twenty years to run completely out of good names? Ludacris? Juvenile? Nelly? P.Diddy? Make a bit of effort, for pity’s sake! And “undie” rap is not immune (incidentally I have ecological problems with undie rap – vinyl is non-biodegradable, you know, and burying unwanted records underground is merely evading the issue). A member of highly-touted avant-hop combo cLOUDDEAD is called, aptly, Why? Too lazy to use the shift key, too lazy to think of a good handle – though the one he’s picked will at least kick off a few fights. Ludacris’ real name is, obviously, Chris, which simply makes the whole thing worse. Might we expect him in the future to join forces with Apauling, Terryble and Silly Billy?