Sunday, November 30, 2003

OK, maybe I was a bit harsh on the state of pop earlier. Will is number 1 so all is good.

Also I should probably big up the great Mr Edward O since he's being nice about me on his blog and he's letting me leech loads of lovely Europop off him on Soulseek. He's in the unenviable position of being obsessed with European pop but living 12,000 miles away.
What a terrible week for pop. Is it because this year has generally been so good that my expectations are sky high? The answer to this question is a resounding no. That's no. Let's consider the evidence;

1. Westlife beat Girls Aloud to number 1 last Sunday.
2. The televisual abortion which was the All-Poo, ahem, All-New Top Of The Pops occured. Let us never speak of it again.
3. The British public took leave of their senses and voted Suzanne off Pop Idol.
4. Wes, if that is his real name, has just announced Westlife have gone in at number 1 in the album charts.
5. Still no-one is buying "Kish Kash" by Basement Jaxx.

My only guess is that people's sensory fields have had their polarity reversed and this time next week Girls Aloud will be at number one in all popular culture lists, including, and perhaps especially Channel 4's top 100 sexy moments (Dr No at number 1? Sheesh, Brian from Westlife coming out of the water might be sexier - actually scrub that totally).

Light at the end of the tunnel; Will might be number one this week (although it involves sitting though 2 and a half more hours of Wes to find out); Westlife have announced they definitely aren't splitting up. Which has the subtext that they are. Yay.

Friday, November 28, 2003

I know I've written about Daft Punk's Discovery before, but I was listening to it again on the walk to Uni this morning and got to the traffic lights just as the breakdown in Crescendolls came in, and then the little green man appeared as the hook kicked back and I started walking and a big grin grew across my face. It was just one of those perfect moments, I was with the song. It's made my morning, sad as that sounds.

Thursday, November 27, 2003

A new reason why being blind would be better than being deaf: A*Teens - Upside Down

This song has made me deliriously happy for the last 12 hours or so. It's just so, um, well, happy. Happiness distilled in digital musical form. I heard it being bigged-up on ILM and was a little intruiged, but BLAOW, this sledgehammered me into a new happy world the moment I heard it.

I've worked out what I love so much about late-90s Scando-pop, apart from the killer hooks; it's that drum-thump near the beginning of the bar that just drives you to smile and jump about in an incredibly camp manner. I don't know who produced Upside Down, but they sure understand what 20-something blokes want to hear.

Monday, November 24, 2003

What is it with supa-ace Girls Aloud songs being kept off number 1 by songs by criminals? First it was alleged paedophile R Kelly with an admittedly semi-ace song, now it's arch crimes-against-pies-ers Westlife with their 13th (unlucky for just about everyone) number 1. This isn't right. Cheryl and Nadine make lesbian eyes at each other in the GA video and they re-enact the "Wannabe" video but in 10 Downing Street, while Westlife dress in white and look pained. Yet people buy more of the latter. Perplexing to say the least.

Thursday, November 20, 2003

First point, and one that's been bothering me for some time; Krazy from Blazin' Squad looks alarmingly like Hollywood movie star Owen Wilson. I knew he looked like someone, then it came to me in a divine flash of inspiration, probably not disimilar to that which strauck Isaac Newton when the apple landed on his head. So there you go - Krazy from Blazin' Squad and Owen Wilson. Haven't I made your day?

I went to an indie club last night. You know the sort; lots of hairy sweaty people (mostly boys) failing to dance to undanceable music. Luckily downstairs was lovely chart pop (first time I'd heard "Jump (For My Love)" in club. Verdict: ace.) so I was reasonably happy. But at one point I did venture upstairs to look for my mates and attempted to dance, to of all things The Music. Eurgh, I feel so dirty.

Anyway, trying to dance to undanceable music is even worse when your natural dancing rhythm alternates between 6 foot 5 New York hip-hop-head and handbagging 14 year old girl from Basingstoke. Neither really works. I even tried the fall-back option of gurning house monkey. That failed on even the irony front. The looks you get are horrible. It's now easier to see how the Third Reich got going.


That is all.

Friday, November 14, 2003

Yet another weird pop star dream last night. Not quite quite as good as golf with Nichola and Nadine, but still....

I was decorating my room, and bizarrely a microwave oven, with all of Liberty X. Tony and Michelle were very helpful, the rest less so. The microwave presented us with all manner of difficulties.

Thursday, November 06, 2003

Daft Punk - Homework

Well, finally got round to buying this last week, albeit £4 second-hand. Obviously, it's top, but you knew that.

I do seem to be banging on a lot recently about the maths computer room and its music-listening-to potential. At the moment I'm in there, but then I'm not. Daft Punk have transported me to a new world, full of haaaaaaaaaaaard bass and plinky-plonky synths, my head listening to one thing, my body listening to another, and neither trying to dance as now and here aren't the time or the place. It's like they're punishing me for not being hard enough, not being funkay enough, not being housetastically, robotically French enough.

God, this noise is baaaaaaaaad, notbadmeaningbadbutbadmeaninggood.

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

After thrilling you all with yesterday's news that I know someone who knows someone on the new Basement Jaxx album, I bring you more tenuous connections to pop stars.

I know someone who has the credit card number of Foo Fighter Dave Grohl via him coming into a shop where she worked. This could be used to absolutely cripple the man, preventing him from ever making a record again, although obviously I in no way recommend that this happen, oh no.

Monday, November 03, 2003

A new feature: Blog Karaoke

Today: Jump (For My Love) by Girls Aloud;

JUMP doodahdoodahdoodah........ for mah love.......JUMP IN doodahdoodahdoodah......... feel mah touch
Again, due to lift to and from Uni at short notice (what? I'm lazy OK?), I forgot to pick up any CDs so the maths-drone of the Uni computer room is once again in full effect.

Interesting news over the weekend; I found out my friend's friend appears on the new Basement Jaxx album (which appears under the dictionary entry for "ace"). Unfortunately I'm not indirectly friends with Dizzee Rascal, rather the girl who sings "Hot 'N' Cold" with Felix, who is called Emily. Hello Emily if you're reading, which I doubt. Your song is ace.

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