Posts from 11th August 2000

Aug 00

In lieu of any real content

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In lieu of any real content on NYLPM today, more reports from the indie rock zineblog warz. Pitchfork drops its fence-sitting policy and disparagingly quotes Splendid. Well and good. But Pitchfork of course never links to anyone (‘cos they think it would be unprofessional or something, I don’t know), and nor do they here.

Now, I don’t read Splendid’s review section that much and I’d no interest in The Explosion (the punky indie rock band in question) until reading Kristin Sage Rockerman’s review, which actually made them sound quite good. So I’d quite like to look at the Splendid review, but of course no link from Pitchfork. If you’re going to quote an online piece, you should link it, not out of music zine community spirit bullshit but out of basic respect for your readers.

Now that’s what I call a British invasion

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Now that’s what I call a British invasion: truly it gladdens the soul to see the Now! albums finally making their way to America, though of course by now they’ve sorted the packaging out, and so American twentysomethings will miss out on that cultural touchstone the NOW Pig. Also, a warning to pop-lovin’ citizens of the USA: you are being ripped off. Your Now albums have a puny 18 tracks on them compared to our 40 or so. Mind you our extra 22 tracks tend to be by the likes of Fierce.

New York London Paris MunichPost a comment • 219 views has bloggerized his rockin’ song of the moment feature, and here are several MP3s provided by him, for you. CAUTION: They are all indie rock.

I’d guessed that

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I’d guessed that former members of Kula Shaker had fallen low, but even so I was astonished when I got into work this morning and was told by my boss that an ex-Kula had just been interviewed for a job here. No idea who it is yet (it’s not Crispian Mills, thank God), but watch this space for more news.

Congratulations to

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Congratulations to kitschbitch for getting a mention in the CMJ and all, but reading their article on weblogs, with the footer “New Music” at the bottom, I can’t help but feel that they could have tried a little harder to find some of the many weblogs out there that are dedicated to music. Now, obviously I’m special pleading here, but it must be one of the most written-on subjects and the tiniest bit of research – a blogger search on a popular band, for example – would have turned up at least one or two of the music-specific sites. As I’ve said before, music – especially in the post-Napster world of instant MP3 gratification – is an ideal subject for a weblog: CMJ missed a trick here.

(Or maybe they realised that there might be too many people like me out there, who since writing and reading free music blogs online have pretty much given up on print entirely….)


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Oh, the irony! You’re old men and you have no fans.

Anyway, Teenage Fanclub shot to non-fame sounding like Big Star played by apes: the public’s tolerance of this carnivalesque novelty was short-lived indeed, though the dribble-chinned staffs of Mojo and Q stayed amused for longer, routinely hailing each treacly powerpop plodthrough as a songwriting triumph. To be fair, the Fannies, from that nickname down, never really tried to hide their meagerness. “The Concept”, after all, was a none-too-subtle hint to listeners that every record the band would make from then on would most likely work their formula closer to death.

By the time of Thirteen the band’s inertia was near-total: they called a track “The Cabbage” and the LP was named after the number of times “Norman 3″‘s chorus gets played, TFC not having been arsed to write more than one minute of song. Lyrically we find a similar idleness: the aforementioned chorus runs “Yeah / I’m in love with you / I’m in love with you / And I know that it’s you”. After 13 of those it’s safe to say she gets the message, Norm (and you get the injunction). “What You Do To Me” didn’t even get as far as a fucking verse, and still the NME called it classic pop songwriting.

But why? Why the continual good reviews? It’s fair to assume no NME journalists wanted to sleep with any of the Fannies, after all. But flick through some of those old music papers and understanding begins to dawn. Week after week, there they are – Down The Pub With Teenage Fanclub. In A Hot Air Balloon With Teenage Fanclub. Teenage Fanclub Go Karting. Teenage Fanclub Dress Up As Chickens And Do A Sponsored Fucking Bed Push. Here, my friends, we have a band with no talent or drive, who realised the quickest route to fame was to provide the NME with cheap and convivial feature fodder. “Anything for a one-pager after the Live Reviews”, that was their mission statement. And, as with the Darling Buds and Ned’s Atomic Dustbin before them and Symposium and Feeder after, it worked. Long live the British music industry!