Last time out was approximately 50% downbeat.
This time, we’re 100% upbeat.
Brad gets it:
So, yeh, hopefully you’ll be pleased to learn that I’ve gone all out happy-sounding bangers this week. You’ll have noted I describe them as happy-sounding because some of them do have a dark under-current – but hey! That’s the joy of pop records, right? The ability to convey sad themes juxtaposed with joyful tunes – right? RIGHT??
Good. Glad you’re on board with me and The Pittster, as Brad is known to his nearest and dearest. (Do NOT refer to him as Pittiful, he does not like that, phew-wee! I called him it once and he threw a half-eaten bagel at me for calling him that. Cream cheese filling, in case you’re interested.) [None of this really happened, did it? – Ed]
Shall we crack on? Here comes the DJ’ing Elvis icon, so you’d better be ready:
Friday Night Music Club Vol 49
And here’s your track-listing, with no sleeve notes, this time for a reason other than I didn’t have time/couldn’t be arsed. You’ll see.
- Pulp – Do You Remember The First Time?
- The Magic Numbers – Forever Lost
- The Divine Comedy – Something for the Weekend
- The Go! Team – Buy Nothing Day
- Dexys Midnight Runners – There, There, My Dear
- Hue & Cry – Labour Of Love
- Hipsway – The Honeythief
- Jamelia – Superstar
- KC & The Sunshine Band – That’s The Way (I Like It)
- Rui Da Silva feat. Cassandra – Touch Me
- Duke Dumont – Need U (100%) feat. AME
- HAIM – Falling (Duke Dumont Remix)
- Scanty Sandwich – Because of You (Original Mix)
- Underworld – Born Slippy .NUXX
- All Saints – Pure Shores
Bloody marvellous stuff, even if I do say so myself.
I don’t know if you’re a numbers kinda guy or girl, but doubtless you’ll have noticed that’s the 49th in the series. Next in the sequence – and feel free to read this again if I’m going too fast – is number 50. And to mark the occasion, I’ve prepared a longer mix than the usual 60 minutes – with sleeve-notes (fuck, I’ve said it now, better get writing); it’s pretty much a Friday Night Music Club Greatest Hits package with a few extras lobbed in for good measure – by which I mean: just shy of two hours of some of my favourite records.
By which I also mean: much more soon.
A History of Dubious Taste 