It’s Chriiiistmas!!!

Hello again.

Well, what to say about the next couple of picks, other than that they are gloriously odd:

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Shonen Knife – Space Christmas

Nice of them to put the lyrics on the sleeve, just in case they were a bit too complicated for you to pick up by yourself, eh?

After all these years, I’m still not sure what planet Sultans of Ping were on, so it seems appropriate to put them next.

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Sultans of Ping – Xmas Bubblegum Machine

More soon.

 

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It’s Chriiiistmas!!!

Welcome back to Christmas corner.

Another couple of absolute belters for you this morning.

First up, from the cannot-put-a-foot-wrong-in-my-eyes canon of work that is Eels. Or eels if you prefer. Either way, it’s the work of Mark Oliver Elliott, or “E” as he is more widely known. E is the son of Hugh Everett III, who came up with the concept of quantum theory (which, try as I might, I just simply do not understand. I know from Wikipedia that it’s “the body of scientific principles that explains the behaviour of matter and its interactions with energy on the scale of atoms and subatomic particles”, but I feel less intelligent, not more, than I did when I started typing that out.)

Anyway, quantum physics isn’t very Christmassy (or is it? It might be. See, no idea) so here’s something that definitely is (or finitely, if I want to try and be clever and do a physics gag):

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Eels – Everything’s Gonna Be Cool This Christmas

That’s bloody great, isn’t it?

Next a band whose eponymous debut album I love and will feature on these pages again at some point, but who blotted their proverbial copybook when they released “Stacey’s Mom”, which I appreciate makes me sound like one of those idiots who begrudge their favourite band any kind of commercial success.

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Fountains of Wayne – I Want an Alien for Christmas

I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that an alien is for life and not just for Christmas. And anyway, how would you wrap the boggle-eyed, bottom probing, little bugger?

More soon.