Not a lot happened on the Saturday of Easter weekend, did it?
Maybe if we just wait a while, some divine inspiration will kick in.
Arthur Scargill going for a stroll, there.
Ah well, this will fill the silence until Easter Sunday arrives:
The Jesus & Mary Chain – Reverence
A quick show of hands please: who thinks I don’t post anywhere enough tunes by Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci?
And those who think I post far too much by them?
Well, that seems fairly conclusive.
This, then, is from Barafundle, their still-sounds-as-wonderful-today-as-it-did-when-it-was-released-in-1997 album:
Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci – Cursed, Coined And Crucified
I’d better get a disclaimer in quickly. I’m away this weekend and have decided to have me a lap-top free few days, so all of the posts that will appear over the long weekend have been written in advance. I say this purely in case I’ve chosen a tune that any of my blogging peers have also chosen; no plagiarism intended.
And so on that note, here’s The Charlatans:
The Charlatans – Judas
No, not organising an Easter egg hunt.
Not stuffing my big fat face full of hot cross buns either.
Nope, round these parts we like to celebrate the Easter weekend by posting some appropriate and/or vaguely blasphemous records.
And this gets one posted on this day every year:
Army of Lovers – Crucified
Nice to see another year having passed hasn’t tarnished that. It’s still fabulous and camp.
A thing I am regularly asked about this series:
“How comes, since you’re promoting a happy Monday, you’ve never posted anything by the Happy Mondays?”
On Twitter this week, there was a thing going round about the greatest opening line of a song.
Two birds, one stone.
“Son. I’m thirty.
I only went with your mother cos she’s dirty“
Happy Mondays – Kinky Afro
Have yourself a Happy Monday.
I’ve posted a couple of Oasis songs recently, but I’d hate to think that any of you assumed that was some kind of seal of approval in the Blur v Oasis debate.
No. Personally, I never understood why you had to pick a side. What’s wrong with liking both?
But if I absolutely had to pick a team, to nail my colours to the mast, it would undoubtedly be to the Blur entourage. There’s just more depth, more variation, to their records than anything Oasis could ever aspire to.
So, here’s a tune which would very easily sit in my S.S.O.S. series, but it deserves better:
Blur – The Universal
Often, when I haven’t managed to get a ticket for Glastonbury, I will sit at home, watch the coverage and wish I was there; not because of whichever act is headlining, but because of the whole vibe of being there.
But in 2009, watching this hurt. There’s nothing like being part of a massive crowd, living in the moment, watching a band who means so much to you perform. It’s like a punch to the gut every time I remember that I wasn’t there that year.
Let’s be honest, it was only a matter of time before I got round to posting this.
Bragg, Stipe and Buck having some fun:
Billy Bragg – You Woke Up My Neighbourhood
I don’t usually post videos in this series, but I’m gonna this time for two reasons:
- The appearance of a rather young and svelte Phill Jupitus, who I assume also directed (as he did with Billy’s Sexuality video)
- The inclusion of those facts that The Chart Show used to wang up on screen. Y’know, just to make us all yearn for simpler times when people didn’t throw dead fish into the Thames to try and make a political point.