Posts from 9th July 2003

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Jul 03

The Busted! album actually isn’t that good…

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Okay, for all my bigging them up – the Busted! album actually isn’t that good. Its perfectly serviceable in a pop way but very few of the songs ever quite reach the dizzying heights of silliness that Year 3000 or What I Go To School For did. Instead it is oddly stuffed with mid-tempo ballads, there is nothing that really jsutifies their punky jumping in the air on the cover. That said there are two other songs of note.

Lastly – the very last track on the album Loser Kid is a sequel to What I Go To School For. It continues the fantasy that Charlie used to be a loser until he started going out with Miss MacKenzie. Who let’s remember is 34, and how being in a dodgy age based relationship stops him being a loser I’m not sure. Still, sequel songs are fun (its a bit drippy for it to be proper fun though).

The other ballad that is notable is Psycho Girlfriend, which could musically almost be a Boyzone track. But at least it has a joyous chorus which is surprisingly refreshing. It should be a single – it won’t be. Because of lyrics like this:
“She’s my psycho girl, my living nightmare,
She’s everything I need, but I can’t stand her.”

The lock-in is in danger.

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The lock-in is in danger. The licencing White Paper, with its attendent all night drinking will relegate the after hours boozer to the dumper of regulation and bouncers. I say this because of late I have become acquainted with a few lock-in pubs and have to sadly report that yes, half the fun is getting away with it.

Some pubs watch their backs firmly. At eleven the thick curtains go up and the front door is locked – exit only be a side way. Other pubs, the Harlequin in Islington for example, are a touch more lackadaisical. This brilliant little boozer discovered recently has welcomed myself and Tim with open arms, like long lost sons even. This may partially be to do with our general demeanour, our willingness to engage in the banter of the pub and the copious amounts of the well-kept Landlord bitter. Or it may be to do with the Pink Clove I drank up there.

Anyway, if the demise of the lock-in were to spoil a place like the ‘Quin then it would be a sad day. Though we have got to start going there without the temptation of after hours boozing.

BUBBA SPARXXX — ‘Deliverance’

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Guilty thought: I’d like this song much more as an instrumental or even as a ‘song’, not a rap. Everything just clicks: the processed guitar strum that’s like Shek’spere with dirt under his nails, the string swells, the doorknocker beat (with a clap at the end for good measure.) And there are these little peals of electric blues running through the background that rise up just as the song is fading out. And echoing pings and twangs that play off the guitar, meant to sound like steel or slide guitar I guess but that sound straight out of a ’95 LTJ Bukem track. And Timbaland delivers what will probably be his only good chorus of the year (and a hilarious performance in the video, miming blues on an acoustic guitar, pulling the most ridiculous faces while doing so.) It’s tempting to say that Bubba will reverse Tim’s downward slide of late. This is his most stuffed track since ‘Cry Me A River’, but in place of that showpiece’s showboating, everything dovetails. Bubba does tend to bring out Tim’s most risk taking side, the cultish flipside perhaps to his use of Aaliyah as a ‘probe’ for his most far out ideas in a chart context. Literally a risk, in that this track hardly sounds like a hip-hop song at all: in fact, I don’t know what it sounds like, coming off somewhere between gospel, funk, shuffle-tech and southern boogie rock slowed down to 16rpm. It’s one of the best singles of the year.