Posts from 10th September 2001

Sep 01


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I have to say I feel for Nicky Wire. Not because of his passionate lyrics and political committment, though to be fair he’s not actually worse at those than the bloke from The Alarm. But because he, like me, is a poor speller. “Let Robeson Sing” is actually meant to be called “Let Robson Sing”, Wire accurately calculating that dim TV hunk and karaoke clown Robson Green is the only vocalist beside whom James Dean Bradford (increasingly looking more like Marlon Dean Brando) would sound good. Alas a slip of the pen and Bradfield finds himself singing about some old folkie. A second slip-up for the Manics in two singles, this. I was ready to give “Ocean Spray” a fair hearing: “I may hate the Manics,” I thought, “But finally we have a band willing and able to tackle head-on the real medical issues facing women today. Good on them!” And then it turned out to be about his Mum dying. Ocean Spray’s not going to help with that! I can only assume that when James asked his girlfriend why she was buying so much cranberry juice she got embarrassed and muttered something about it being good for the “c-word”, and the poor man got cystitis and cancer muddled up. Poor old Mrs. B – it tastes horrible. If I’m ever on my deathbed, readers, I expect at least Sea Breezes.

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Janelle Brown, “Death of a pop princess in the making: the inevitable “Aaliyah’s dead, so what?” articles arrive. The public mourning for Aaliyah seems hyped and manufactured, because, after all, “was her music really that seminal, her message that fresh and genre-busting?” Well…actually, yes, but how odd it is that Ms. Brown is repulsed that people would be willing to sacrifice their autonomous decisions about what matters and what does not to the impersonal authority of the mass media, yet herself argues against Aaliyah’s mournworthiness not so much by relying on her own personal tastes but by pleading to the impersonal authority of history.