In the multitude of discussion brought about by my insane suggestion that Elton John?s lyrics to Your Song are a blight upon humanity, it was brought to my attention that ?at least they rhyme?. After spiking said persons drink with some Tom Waits pis[…]

Actually, the very worst thing about those two lines is the pissant lazy-arse faffiness of them. “If I was a sculptor – but then again no” – yes, that’s right Elton, it’s a shit lyric and doesn’t make any sen[…]

Yeah I know I’m shooting fish in a barrel here (which to be fair is all about using the right gun) but its best to be comprehensive. And I’m leaving the rest of Reg’s opus for another day, because I want to make this quick. Its mere[…]

I HATE DJs. Every one of them. From your great-uncle who tries to spin Rush’s “Tom Sawyer” over Donna Summer’s “I Feel Love” (the unholy din created being only marginally better than the originals), to the big inte[…]

Whenever our old friend Nicholas Currie wants to tell us how, you know, *radical* and *sexual* and *dangerous* his music is compared to all those *repressed* and *parochial* Brit-rockers (hmmm … Fran Healy hollering his way through “Turn&[…]

Having “the rock” is often assumed to be a singularly male obsession. We chicks have got more important things to worry about that strapping on a set of leather strides, damaging our sleek body curves with ungainly guitar straps and stand[…]

cf. Stereolab thirty years ago.[…]

cf. Stereolab with a Brummie accent.[…]

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How Special were The Specials? Undoubtedly some of them along the line went to a special school, if you get my drift. Certainly the dramatic decline of Terry Hall’s career suggests that education was not what he was all about.
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