Friday 15 February 2008

Cold turkey - and you stink of CHEESE!

Editorial note - Big Boy Pete does not appear in this sPazAmp. Sorry. I just happened to be listening to it when I was typing the title. Sue me, bitch.

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Today's shuffle is sponsored by the humble mojito. Although mine look better than that one. And taste better (and not just because mine are real and that one's just a picture. Mine taste better than the real one that is a picture of. Obv). Because I am the Master Barman. Feel my wrath.

Go on. Feel it.

Thanks.

Anyway...


1. Nick Cave and the Sad Beads - The Weeping Song
Dude, think of proper fucking titles for you songs. Lazy tossrag. Plus, we'll have no sodding weeping on a post sponsored by bloody mojitos (not actually bloody. The twist isn't the addition of tomato juice, that would just be weird). Nice enough, not my favourite, pleasant in a slightly trundling way. One of a huge batch of songs he cooked up at the same time from the exact same ingredients. Hence them all sounding largely the same. Yeah, we get it Nick. You're unhappy about something.

2. Desert Sessions - Jr. High Love

Quite frankly arse. He even mentions one at one point. Although strictly speaking, he says 'ass'. As well as 'cunt' and 'fuck' and 'yeah'. Never been entirely convinced of the worth of the whole Desert Session bollocks. If anything is like, REALLY good, I bet they save it for their own record.

3. Supersuckers - Gato Negro

About the time they took the Rolling Stones advice and redecorated the entrance to their garden. The advice was the choice of colour, not the actual action of painting a gate, obv. Also obv. is the fact that I'm whispering out of my anus. I have no idea what it's about, and to be honest I don't rightly care, either. A bit piss, really. Noisily and enjoyably so, but nevertheless a bit piss. 3/10 must try harder.

4. Fannypack - Seven One Eight

Poor counting skills. But I'll ignore that because it's ace. In a way that it is beyond my abilities to describe (not really, it's just an excuse not to as I'm too busy chairbopping).

5. Roxy Music - Would You Believe? (BBC Sessions)

Hell yes I would, dude. Unfortunately, it's not the original version and is thus missing the teeny tiny moment of drum magic. I'm not going to describe it here because I'm not listening to it. But it's dead good.

6. Soft Cell - Born to Lose
I sometimes wonder just how many copies of the Soft Cell albums Jarvis Cocker and Pulp had, and just how often they listened to them. Poor, overlooked Soft Cell. Should be miles more famouser.

7. The Animated Egg - "T"omorrow

A bit of a groovy instrumental wig-out with a stupid title and bits of about eighteen tunes stolen from other people. Alright, in its way.

8. Bryan Ferry - Party Doll
From his painfully overlooked "attempt to crack America" masterpiece (he failed, like, but it is still a masterpiece of pop perfection), "In Your Mind". Probably about rubber dolls. He has form for it, the big perv.

9. The Fabulous Wailers - Out of Our Tree
Nothing to do with Bob Marley. Thank the tiny music gods. Like The Sonics, only better.

10. Alice Donut - She Loves You She Wants You It's Amazing How Much Head Wounds Bleed
Sleazy jazz filtered through a really dirty sieve. One that's been used to filter other, really disgusting things. And then fired at a prism made out of something unsettling. A bit like Cows, with added tune. Well, it has a trombone on it and is a bit weird. I suppose that's the end of any real similarity between the two. Soz.

11. Crooklyn Clan - Be Faithful

Phun, Phat and with a phucking scary phideo. There should be more songs this enjoyable and more videos with people with absolutely massive heads that shout a lot (even when interviewed in the real).

12. Jesus Lizard - Gladiator
David Yow blotted his copybook (assuming he has one. Not entirely sure what a copybook is) by slumming it with Shellac. The FOOL. Your own band is so much better!

13. Terry Davidson & the Hurricanes - Hurray for Hazel

Terry sounds about 10. He seems to really like Hazel, too. But Hazel who? Blears? Irvine? Nut? A bit of an odd twist of the usual sixties teen garage thing. I suspect Bowlie in general would love it, not that you'll believe me (or are even reading this).

14. I Love You - Hang Straight Up
A tiny bit psychedelically-infused hearty, cheery, mighty melodic rock (with a tinge of prog) from the early nineties (with the expectedly tremendously clean production and quite splendid guitars). I love this album so much. I don't think they did another. I'm not really sure - you try searching for them. Not easy with a name like that, I can tell you. Which I just did. Primo!

15. Anna Oxygen - Hypertension
Someone else with a lot of Soft Cell records. As much as I love this (and that is a LOT), everytime I hear it I can't help but think of the Electro band that Vince Noir joined in the first series of the Mighty Boosh. Not a bad thing, but it does bring a rather inappropriate smile to the chops. I wonder if she knows Johnny Two Hats.

16. Wombles - Remember You're a Womble

But I'm not, dude. I just pick up litter because I like it. I use for my nest.

17. BREED77 - La Ultima Hora
All metal should be this good. And sung in Spanish. EL RIFF!

18. Golden Earring - Radar Love

That'll make Mark a happy man, then. Well, provided that he doesn't mind the lovin' being provided by hairy dutch drumkit jumpers. I heart this song.

19. Harry Chapin - Cats in the Cradle
GET THEM OUT! THEY'LL ACCIDENTALLY SMOTHER YOUR CHILD! Seriously ace (the song, not smothering children with pets).

20. The Solarflares - Lifetime in One Season

If I have to tell you lot how arse-shatteringly good Graham Day (and all his bands) is/are, then I will cry. Or possibly go on a big murderous cementhead-targetted maiming spree. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.


So there you go. A load more words for you not to read. Here I sit, with fingertips perceptibly shorter than they were when I started, slogging my gutlets out to bring some musical light into your benighted sonic slums (Solarflares! Harry Chapin! Wombles!) and what do you do? Chuff all. You just sit there wasting your eyes by not reading.

On your own eyes/ears/whatevs be it.

Hmph.

BYE (obv.)

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