I’m Not Too Keen on Tuesdays Either

…especially when they come on the back of a very lazy Bank Holiday weekend.

So, something exceptionally bouncy is required this morning, and I reckon this, a record which for my money is one of the finest pop records released in the last – *checks Google* Blimey – six years, fits the bill perfectly:


Icona Pop – I Love It [featuring Charli XCX]

More soon.

Which Reminds Me…

Ever since I posted that Charlie Rich song on Sunday Morning, I’ve had this on my brain (yes, I know it’s a Prince parody, but since when did earworms have to make complete sense?), which has some of the funniest lyrics outside of a Half Man Half Biscuit record:


Flight of the Conchords – The Most Beautiful Girl (In the Room)

More soon.

Late Night Stargazing

A Comment on my Monday morning post from one of the When You Can’t Remember Anything/The Sound of Being OK  boys (I know not which, but hello to both SWC and Badger) sent me scuttling off to revisit an album I’d not listened to in a looooooonnnnnnnnnnngggggg time: Disgraceful by Dubstar.

Here’s the opening track and their debut single, from back in 1995, which, given it’s title, and how fine it is, I’m suprised I’ve never posted here before:


Dubstar – Stars

More soon.

Literally Inspired

A little while ago a I wrote a post to mark the anniversary of the Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, where I mentioned a couple of bands who has been inspired by the great book.

And that got me thinking about occasins where musicians have been inspired by, or reference, literature.

(I say that post was “a little while ago”, it was back in March, so I’ve been thinking about this for a while…)

So here we go, by way of a multiple choice question:

Is Veruca Salt:

a) the name of a spoiled brat in Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

b) the name of an American band who are permanently excused from swimming lessons and who sound (on today’s record, at least) remarkably like The Breeders

c) both of the above.


Veruca Salt – Seether

More soon.

S.S.O.S. (Stop Spoiling Our Songs)

Stop right there, Mr Ad Man!

You’ve gone too far this time.

Whose wretched idea was it to butcher an absolute stone cold classic to try and convince us into releasing our equity (whatever that means)?

And by “absolute stone cold classic” I mean this, of course:


Bernard Cribbins – Right Said Fred

I not just indignant about the appropriation of this wonderful record (and it isa wonderful record, and if you disagree, then you’re not allowed to carry on reading) to try us lure us into murky financial shenanigans, but because the use of it just makes no sense whatsoever, even if they have changed the words to fit the sales pitch.

Here’s why: pretty much everybody in the UK knows the original. It’s a song which many of us heard as kids on radio shows like Junior Choice with Ed “Stewpot” Stewart; it’s a song which is engrained into our very fibre, our very being. Changing the words does not make us forget all of that, it makes us think about the original Right Said Fred, or about our youths, or sometimes we even can’t stop ourselves from conjuring up an image of 90s novelty band and slap-head sanctuary Right Said Fred. So already, we’re not paying attention to what you’re saying.

When this advert comes on, I can guarantee you that in not one household does anyone lean in towards the television, thinking “Oooh, this sounds interesting, tell me more!”, or uttering “Oh, I like what they’ve done there. Hand me the phone, Margaret, I’m gonna get me some equiry released!”.

No, we’re thinking “What the fuck have you done to Right Said Fred and why are you doing it on my TV in the middle of Tipping Point?”

But that’s not all. The song Right Said Fred, as you will know, is about three delivery men attempting to deliver an undisclosed object to a property, having to gradually dismantle it to try and get it into the house, which they then manage to part-demolish, before finally giving up. All of this action is, of course, punctuated by numerous tea-breaks.

In other words, it’s a song about failure. And tea. And the working classes. But mostly failure. Why would you want people to see your advert and think of failure? Why, Mr Ad Man, why??

Ahem. Deep breaths.

Still, at least we all know what song we’re going to have pinging around in our heads all day now, eh?

I might see if I can help you with that in a bit. If you’re nice.

In other words: More soon.