Posts from 20th July 2004

Jul 04


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hawking RECANTS!!

sorry pbs a bit a slow on this (meanwhile, back in the royal shrewsbury hospital mid-week, it wz reported in the papers so mark s had to explain it to a recuperating mum s) (here is he told her, tho preposterous has simplified a bit for his readership obv)

mark s: “the path integral over all topologically non-trivial metrics is asymptotically independent of the initial state”
mum s: “bah that’s what i sed all along”

State Of The Music Industry

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State Of The Music Industry: it’s fair to say you probably haven’t read a music blog quite like this one before.

Possibly the greatest advantage of working with international students is…

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Possibly the greatest advantage of working with international students is the exposure to international snack foods that comes with them. Recently I have eaten home-made Iranian sweets (actually too sweet for me despite much good will and obvious authenticity), Peanut Kisses from the Philippines (crunchy and moreish, although perhaps not technically Philippino) and best of all German Yogurette – an unfeasibly good concoction of yoghurt-centred chocolate with strawberry bits in. It’s the shame that this isn’t widely available in the UK, as it’s much nicer than the naff old Rocher blobs for which Ferrero are famous.

THE THRILLS – Not For All The Love In The World

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THE THRILLS – Not For All The Love In The World

Theh AWL SOWNDID THUH SAY-EEEEEEMMM… yes, last year The Thrills really were the runts of the litter, weren’t they? Incessantly pushed by Radio 1’s New Sound Of Not Quite Able To Reach The ‘Off’ Switch posse as The Next Big Thing In This Wonderful Wonderful Music Industry Of Ours, they produced a couple of half decent singles, then a couple of somewhat duffer singles that sounded exactly the same, then they re-released their first single again. An indistinct mass of lank, greasy hair and subdued sha-la-la, the archetypal band that were just sort of… there.We didn’t get wet, we didn’t care.

Anyway – they’re back, releasing something called ‘Whatever Happened To Corey Haim’ at the end of next month. I’ve not heard that, but I’ve heard this, and, well… maybe I’m just talking shit, but if every dog has its day, then this feels like an entire fortnight. Someday in the future, you and I both will doubtless be heartily fucking sick of this record, Collnanayditt etc. repeatedly describing it as beautiful or lovely or stunning or fahntahhstick before a competition to win tickets to see The Red Hot Chilli Peppers on an oilrig or whatever, giving the kneejerk reaction to whenever some boys in jackets do a ballad. For that reason, they don’t deserve to be right, and this doesn’t deserve to be great, but it is.

Conor Deasey is the singer, and he would appear not to have a girl, but he’s seen one, he’s “seen past (her) laughter lines,” he wants to show her how beautiful the world is – “we could drive for miles and miles…”

But She Said No.

Conor isn’t heartbroken though, far from it: “Then you said, “not for all the love in the world”; but she didn’t realise, now that’s a lot of love…” He’s sure, y’know, she’d love him if she could only see him, if she’d only let him have a chance (“People aren’t puzzles to be figured out”), so he keeps on trying. We aren’t told how it ends. If it ends. But there’s this noise, this beautiful sound like four rainddrops landing in succession in the chorus, after every repetition of her saying “Not for all the love in the world”, the sound of another heartstring breaking, then another, then another – and throughout it all Conor doesn’t get downbeat, cos he’s so stupidly sure he’s gonna be right, even when everything else in the song is absolutely dead set on telling him otherwise.

In the middle comes your stereotypical Modern Indie Ballad Bit, the guitar that tries that getting a bit epic as the singer gets his proper singing chops out and tries holding a high note, having built up to it with a succession of oh’s rammed into the end of the chorus. It lasts for all of five seconds. Then Conor concedes “I guess that everybody went to better parties,” and it all starts to fall away again, then Conor starts to repeat “Not for all the love in the world… not for all the love in the world…”, almost to himself, then for the last time – “but she didn’t realise, now that’s a lot of love… ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh…” as the guitar slowly plucks its final notes, like it was at the start, except this time it’s like the sound of something unravelling…

A fortnight of heartbreak.

When the going gets TOUGH.

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When the going gets TOUGH.
The TOUGH – gets going.
Why did no-one tell the ten year od me that this song was about rough sex? Its far too filthy for Boyzone.


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Of all the stupid money being thrown around by Chelsea, the two Argentines are the ones I really can’t get to grips with. Now, neither Crespo or Veron took the Premiership by storm. At a cost of over ’30m, that’s a big waste of money to you and me. It’s spare change to Abramovich of course, but the context should be the Premiership, not just Chelsea.

Now, if those players were young twenty somethings, you might send them out on loan to get experience, hoping they’ll come back next season, wiser (Veron) and with better hair (Crespo). But why loan 29 year olds to top European clubs AND contribute to their wages? All he’s done, in effect, is buy players for another team and then subsidise their wages.

Double, err, thingy

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Reading two or more books at once is an often confusing but interesting thing to do, particularly if the two inform each other in amusing and/or startling ways, or if you can make a funny title out of combining them.

At the moment I’ve got Anno Dracula by Kim Newman and London Orbital by Iain Sinclair on the go (mainly because the former is too large to fit in my handbag and therefore is living on the coffee table).  ‘Alternafictihistory’ is the genre that I have just invented to describe Kim Newman’s trilogy (of which this is the first book) based on the premise that Dracula survived to marry the widowed Queen Victoria and play merry hell with social structures and the British Empire by turning a load of people (hilariously including many fictional characters) into vampires and promoting them over the ‘warm’.  Throw in Jack the Ripper (in the form of Dr Seward from Bram Stoker’s Dracula) offing vampire prostitutes messily in Whitechapel and this gels quite nicely with Sinclair’s characteristic London-centric spiel and atmospheric ramblings.

However, I’ve nearly finished Anno Dracula and am still plowing through the density of Sinclair, so my current peculiar mental synthesis will soon end, as London Orbital is just getting properly going, what with bitching about the Millennium Dome squatting on the prime meridian and tales of circumnavigating the M25 with Bill Drummond’s crazy white van man friend.  What should I now read at home to further enhance my enjoyment of the bearded psychogeographer?

If you should find yourself in Liverpool, and in posession of a thirst, can I please recommend  

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If you should find yourself in Liverpool, and in posession of a thirst, can I please recommend  this pub. My head hurts, btw.

Chips, cheese, gravy: what’s not to like?

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Chips, cheese, gravy: what’s not to like?
For all London-based or visiting fans of Canadian cuisine not involving moose steaks, the Lyceum Tavern on the Strand serves poutine (attempted to post a picture, am fule and cannot make it work, sorry). 

(Ed: Here is the pic, but follow the link too)

According to a genuine Canadian who happened to be available to our research team, the dish provided by this fine Sam Smith’s establishment was lacking in authenticity.  It’s all about the curd cheese, apparently, and plastic Cheddar just don’t cut the moutarde.  It was, however, quite tasty, and a good safety blanket for standing around drinking beer and listening to bands play later in the evening. 

Tatquest 2004

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Tatquest 2004

I for one am delighted that we’re now living in the era of post-cool and in this spirit I continue my warts-and-all ‘download diary’ from yesterday.

THE GRID – “Swamp Thing”: some hole in history has swallowed the Grid and few now mourn their passing – a glance down a P2P sharelist turned up this forgotten tune and my life principle of “might as well, then” did the rest. ‘PAST-IT PRODUCER APPLIES WESTERN CHEESE, ENJOYS FINAL HITS’ the headlines might have ran – or more simply ‘CREDNEX?’. Seems oddly ‘relevant’ post-Bubba Sparxxx but it does go on a bit. More investigation perhaps required.

CHRISTINA MILIAN – “I Can Be That Woman”: many are the pop songs that have filched from filter-disco since Madonna started doing it. In fairness most of them are by her too. But this wonderful track is the Real Thing – three minutes steeped in Daft Punk robolove, with the pathos of “Digital Love” swapped for an easy, infectious joy. When a man is tired of vocoders, etc etc.

DR. ALBAN feat SOMEBODY OR OTHER – “Papaya Coconut”: OK, he doesn’t always deliver. The title should have given me warning that the ‘steel drum’ preset on Alban’s trusty keyboard would be given all too bracing a workout. Ugly stuff.

REDNEX – “Spirit Of The Hawk”: Yes, that Rednex. On the tribesploitation scale this is somewhere between “Kings Of The Wild Frontier” and whoever did “Dream Of American Natives”. Beneath Rednex’ pallid Norwegian complexions there is a red skin, suffering through centuries of taming. This suffering is expressed through the medium of top-drawer Europop, including chanting and a rousing monologue – “Hear me my chief, I am tired…I will fight – NO MORE”. Preposterous, possibly very wrong, but addictive.

SAMANTHA FOX – “(Hurt Me! Hurt Me!) But The Pants Stay On”: legendary song title (as featured in Chuck Eddy’s Accidental History) disappoints on hearing. Sam Fox sounds uncannily like Posh Spice, particularly in her coquettish spoken word bit which mirrors Posh’s mortifying “phone sex with David” intro to “This Groove”. “It’s not as easy as it seems / to get into my pants without getting into me” sings Sam. Where “Hurt me! Hurt me!” comes in I have no idea. Full Force provide the beats, a delight for fans of the ultra-dry and skittish production you find on Paula Abdul records. The highlight is the dialogue between two ‘dudes’ checking out famous females. “You can keep Chaka Khan, I got SAMANTHA FOX!” (One of them then ends up with Marie Osmond!!)

BELLE AND THE DEVOTIONS – “Love Games”: Motown impersonator ’84 Eurovision entry. It’s no Bardo, but if S Club 8’s scouts are after a hit song, they need look no further.

Next Episode: Busted do Thunderbirds, chipmunks to Rush Hour, and too much Alcazar…