Friday Night Music Club

Evening all.

Just so you know, this week’s selection comes with one of those Parental Guidance stickers right across it.

Also, I’m writing this with the Wales v France match on the TV in the background, so if this is posted a little later than usual, you’ll know why.

Let’s get straight to it; we’ll pick up where we left off last week and a song that in all honesty should be the theme tune to this thread:


132. St Etienne – Join Our Club

Released in 1992, as you can see as a double A-side with “People get Real”, which the band had wanted to release as a single in its own right, but met opposition from their record label, Heavenly. So, they set about creating the most commercial record they could, and “Join Our Club” was the result. This was the second single to feature Sarah Cracknell, after founder members Bob Stanley and Pete Wiggs had ditched the idea of using a variety of lead singers – a concept which features (and works, but very little that St Etienne produces doesn’t) heavily on their debut album “Foxbase Alpha”, but which the duo decided against once they had worked with La Cracknell.

Next, to New Young Pony Cub (or NYPC as they are apparently now known), and this oft-over-looked single from their second album:


133. New Young Pony Club – We Want To

New Young Pony Club are one of those bands that don’t really ever seem to have quite broken through, despite supporting Lily Allen on an early tour, and also claiming a spot on the 2007 NME Indie Rave Tour, along with the likes of CSS, The Sunshine Underground, and Klaxons. I suspect that CSS and Klaxons, indie-press darlings that they were at the time, probably gained most of the attention on that tour.

An ex-flatmate of mine told me once that the next band had won some TV talent show or another – suffice it to say it was The X Factor – but since he also once tried to convince me that every song title on Andrew W.K.’s “I Get Wet” album has the word “Party” in it, and since his favourite groups were Kasabian and Mumford & Sons, and since he once came home telling me he’d just heard the most awesome Britpop band ever (he was talking about Longpigs, who you know, are alright and of course gave us Richard Hawley, but…), and since he used to eat Doritos whilst sitting on the toilet, I am, frankly, sceptical. If he’s right about any of those points (particularly the Doritos bit), I’m sure one of you will enlighten me.

Anyway, here’s:


134. Fangs – S.I.C.K.O.

And well, that leads me rather nicely onto this:


135. The Charlatans – Weirdo

When you think about it, it’s a miracle that The Charlatans are still going, let alone that they’ve been one of the most consistent UK singles bands for the past twenty-going-on-thirty years; when they started out they were considered little more than Madchester wannabes (a tag which, I’m pleased to say, they’ve consistently proved wrong on many times since, having outlived all of the main scene protagonists. No need for The Charlatans to reform, nosireebob. And no seven year wait for a second album, either) and they’ve constantly been beset with drama and tragedy. In 1992, original keyboard player Rob Collins managed to get himself mixed up in an armed robbery being committed by a friend, and unwittingly ended up being his getaway driver. He ended up getting a four month stretch at Her Majesty’s Pleasure for that. Rob’s car related bad luck didn’t end there though: he was killed in a car crash in 1996. In 2013, drummer Jon Brookes died from a brain tumour that had been diagnosed in 2010.

But The Charlatans always seem to bounce back, and of all the varied and wonderful singles they’ve released, “Weirdo” is probably my favourite, not least because the 12″ single contains the US version of “Sproston Green” which they always, but always, end their live sets with.

Anyway, since we seem to have drifted into the territory of songs with vaguely insulting titles, we may as well have the king of such things:


136. Goldie Lookin’ Chain – Your Mother’s Got A Penis

You have to love ’em, don’t ya?

Well, we’re now into Parental Guidance time, so please only continue if you are above the age of 18 and have the bill-payer’s permission. Or something.

Have they all gone? Good, then I’ll continue.

A song now that I mentioned in passing on these pages some time ago:


137. Fatboy Slim – Star 69

…and which I’m therefore not going to dwell on any further here. It just fits here, okay?

Many years ago, when I was working as a “chef” in a motorway service station restaurant, I bunked off one Sunday to spend the day with my friend Richard, who had invited me and a few others round for a day of roast dinner, drinking and watching films. The only film I can recall that we actually watched that day was “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” starring Whoopi Goldberg. I remember nothing about the plot.

So why am I mentioning this now, I hear you wonder? Well, the only thing that I do remember is Richard commenting that “Nobody swears like Whoopi swears”. That may have been true in 1986, but no longer I fear. I say this not in any kind of “Kids of today, eh?” rhetoric, but because…well…here’s Peaches:


138. Peaches – Fuck The Pain Away


And speaking of sauce, no selection of rudeness would be complete without a nod in the direction of the Purple One:


139. Prince – Sexy M.F.

Much as Fatboy knew that releasing a single with the words “What the Fuck” repeated quite a few times was unlikely to attract much airplay and so tucked it away as a AA-side, Prince knew to abbreviate his title and provide an edited version for radio use.

A change of pace now. Just as bands often punctuate their live sets with slower songs to give the audience a chance to get their breath back, so does Friday Night Music Club, and the moment has arrived where I get to do one of the things I love to do most these days: have a good sit down.

Still room for some abbreviated swears though.


140. John Grant – GMF

And whilst we’re having a few moments of quiet cursing, here’s eels, who aren’t afraid to dispense with the abbreviations:


141. eels – It’s A Motherfucker

Many years ago, I had a (now ex) friend round at my place once when I happened to play “Gorecki” by Lamb. If you don’t know the song, it’s a quite, quite beautiful, fragile thing, not a million miles away from Massive Attack’s “Teardrop”, neither of which would be out of place in my “Late Night Stargazing” thread (and which will feature there soonish, once I stop thinking of songs I’d rather post there). Anyway, she had never heard it before, and made me play it another two or three times. As she loved it so much, I did what I often do when someone tells me they like a song I’ve played them: I made her a mix CD with it on.

She was very grateful. Or rather, she would have been had I not, in her words, “totally ruined it” by placing this song immediately afterwards:


142. Tenacious D – Fuck Her Gently

I am 46 and single. That may go some way to explaining why.

It seems appropriate, then, that I post this next: a band that I’m quite simply staggered to see I’ve not posted anything by here before. This is something I shall have to rectify immediately:


143. Teenage Fanclub – Some People Try to Fuck With You

I went to see The Fannies (see? even their nickname is rude) in Bristol about ten years ago, when they were promoting their greatest hits album “Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty-Six Seconds – A Short Cut to Teenage Fanclub”, and I took the opportunity to purchase some official merchandise, namely a t-shirt bearing the band’s moniker upon on it. I have subsequently learned that wearing such a t-shirt gains you some disapproving looks from people who are unaware of the band’s existence. I no longer wear it outside.

It’s not often that I post a Number One single on these pages, but here is one such occasion:


144. Cee Lo Green – Fuck You

Of course, Cee Lo had to change the lyrics to “Forget You” in order that the single might attract any airplay, but we’re having none of that cleaned-up-version nonsense here tonight.

Now to something a lot less well known, which is a shame as it’s rather fine:


145. The Bird and The Bee – Fucking Boyfriend

(Apologies if I seem to be rattling through these now. It’s because I am. Got a bit too engrossed in the rugby, see).

So, finally, the closing track from their first album “Life’s Too Good”, an album which properly introduced us to the wonderfully bonkers Bjork (though the Festive Fifty-topping “Birthday” had seriously whetted our appetites). This is one of the few songs in their canon not to include Einar butting in with an incoherent rant, a practice which always came perilously close to spoiling their songs in my book. Almost, but not close enough.

I was once discussing Welsh popsters The Automatic with a work colleague, who bemoaned the presence of Alex Pennie on their early records (Y’know, when they were kinda famous); he hated his vocal style and found him intrusive.

“Ah,” I said, nodding sagely “like Einar from The Sugarcubes.”

He looked at me blankly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I have rarely felt older.


146. The Sugarcubes – Fucking In Rhythm And Sorrow

That’ll do you for tonight.

More soon.

Friday Night Music Club

Evening all. It’s that time of the week again, so let’s get straight to it.

First up, is a song that until a week ago, I’d never heard before. or rather if I had, my befuddled old bonce wasn’t in the mood to tell me.

You’ll recall that I left you last week with Dream Warriors’ excellent “My Definition of a Boombastic Jazz Style”. Only a few moments had passed after I posted it, when I had a message from regular reader Chad, one of the chaps I had the pleasure of spending Glastonbury with earlier this year, telling me that tune reminded him of tonight’s first, a song which I was blissfully unware of until I got his message. I remembered the band performing it, sure, but had to confess I couldn’t name a single tune by them. So I checked it out, and have to say it’s rather bloody great.

Gang+Starr+Lovesick+511498 42. Gang Starr – Lovesick (Upbeat Mix)

As I enter what I must reluctantly concede are my late-40s, I now find that anytime I attempt to dance, it generally ends up with me doing the usual self-conscious two-step shuffle, and, unsure of what to do with my hands, I find my self clicking my fingers to the beat, and what I especially love about that tune is that it’s perfect for clicking my fingers along to. Finger-clicking good, you could say.

And yes, I did say clicking. Shurrup the lot of you. It’s the new “Big Fish, Little Fish, Cardboard Box”, the next dance sensation to sweep the nation, and you know it. And you don’t look quite as fucking ridiculous as you did doing that Gangnam Style dance. Just as sad, maybe, but not as fucking ridiculous.

Anyway, cheers Chad!

Whilst “Lovesick” reminds Chad of “My Definition…” it made me think of the next tune, although I appreciate that as it was released long after both those records, it should be the other way round.

R-14467-1220108769_jpeg 43. Fatboy Slim – Weapon of Choice

Until I started writing this post, I was blissfully unaware that “Weapon of Choice” wasn’t, as I had thought, a single in its own right, but was the additional track, the AA side for us old timers, from the “Star 69” single. But then, if you know “Star 69”, you can see why it didn’t exactly pick up much airplay. And if you don’t know “Star 69”, have a look at the sleeve and you can probably work it out.

Anyway, that gives me the opportunity to play the video for “Weapon of Choice”, which you all know features former dancer Christopher Walken busting some moves in a “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” style:

And yes, I have finally worked out how to embed a video rather than posting a link to it. Go me!

Next up, a blast from the even further past:

mc-tunes-versus-808-state-tunes-splits-the-atom-rap-ztt 44. MC Tunes vs 808 State – Tunes Splits The Atom


Listening to that made me think of the next record, which – and I appreciate that at this rate I’ll have to rename this post “My Blissfully Unaware Corner” – I was blissfully unaware of until a couple of months ago, when, laying in bed one morning, trying to convince myself that five more minutes was perfectly fine, it came on the radio (Shaun Keaveny’s 6Music breakfast show, in case you’re even vaguely interested as to what station accompanies my Coco Pops of a morning):

young-mc-know-how-vocal-delicious-vinyl 45. Young MC – Know How

I’d love to say that it was the tune, absolute cracker that it is, that stirred me from my attempt at an extended slumber that morning, but no: it was hearing the lyric ‘When I get up on the mic I just release my spell” and sitting bolt upright in bed thinking “Did he just say ”When I get up on the mic I just release my smell’…??”.

Since we seem to be in the middle of a purple patch of stone cold rap classics, here’s two more which need no introduction, but will doubtless attract some pedant or other telling me they’re not rap, they’re hip-hop:

No_Diggity 46. Blackstreet feat. Dr Dre – No Diggity

Whilst I wasn’t blissfully unaware of it, it was only when I posted this that I was reminded of the fact that Dr Dre was involved in it. I quite literally had forgotten about Dre. (And yes, all of that “blissfully unaware” stuff was all just a set-up for that gag. I’m here all week.)

I’ll move swiftly on.

Skee-Lo_I_Wish 47. Skee-Lo – I Wish

And finally, a couple of songs which are guaranteed to brighten up any Christmas party, neither of which are even slightly Christmassy (unless a Boom Shack-a-Lak means bauble or something, which seems unlikely):

apache_indian-nuff_vibes_e_p 48. Apache Indian – Boom Shack-a-Lak


here-comes-the-hotstepper-ini-kamoze 49. Ini Kamoze – Here Comes the Hotstepper

which regular readers may recall got posted back when I did all of the songs which feature in the excellent TV series “Peter Kay’s Car Share”, The BBC is kindly showing again at the moment, so in case you’re re-watching it, and fancy getting your hands on some of the songs mentioned, you can find them here all: self-promoting tosser.

And since it’s just started on BBC1 as I write this, it seems as good a place as any to sign off for another week.

More soon.

UPDATE: Apparently there is an issue with downloading the songs in this week’s post, unless you are signed in to a Box account. Sorry about that.

Here’s alternative links for them all, hopefully they’ll work a lil better:

42. Gang Starr – Lovesick (Upbeat Mix)

43. Fatboy Slim – Weapon of Choice

44. MC Tunes vs 808 State – Tunes Splits the Atom

45. Young MC – Know How

46. Blackstreet feat. Dr.Dre – No Diggety

47. Skee-Lo – I Wish

48. Apache Indian – Boom Shack-a-lak

49. Ini Kamoze – Here Comes The Hotstepper (Let Go Mix)

The Sample Life

When I first encountered Norman Cook, he was just the bass player in The Housemartins.

I felt betrayed by Norman at the time.

There was an interview with the band in Smash Hits where, amongst the talk of collecting crisp packets, Norman announced that he didn’t really like the music The Housemartins made, and he preferred dance music.

At the time, this was the most heinous of proclamations.

As you will have noticed from this week’s Friday Night Music Club, I got over it.

Here’s some storming Norman:

lPClbXmWL4k Fatboy Slim – The Rockefeller Skank

and the source material:

7_justbrothers_tomatoes Just Brothers – Sliced Tomatoes

Or should that be sauce material….

More terrible puns soon (and some tunes too).