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alexsarllAs a rule, while I'll follow current bands live, reformed bands I only see once. I've always been impressed with them - Bowie, Morrissey, Roxy, the League were each shows which I feared would be saggy, worth it just for the knowledge that one was in the holy presence, and each surprised me by how good it was (especially Roxy, still the best show I've ever seen). The problem is, My Life Story blur the boundary. They're the first of 'my' bands to reform. And really, I think I should have gone with the reformed band model, Last night was great socially - musically, not so much. The selections weren't what they could have been ('Nothing For Nobody' is not encore material), the Crow wasn't there, the whole thing felt a bit like a doomed attempt to recapture a high. And I didn't even realise until I saw a friend's feather boa after that she was the only one. I think that's the last one for me.
With My Life Story yesterday and Britpop night I Can't Imagine The World Without Me tomorrow, this seems like as good an opportunity as any to point out some great lost pop videos of the nineties. Some of them I never got chance to see in the nineties, because they were stuck on the paltry selection of music video channels which we didn't have anyway, and Youtube was not yet a glimmer in the internet's eye. This one from the wonderfully overambitious Ultrasound, for instance - and it is the only Ultrasound video I can find, because otherwise the word just brings up a bunch of ultrasound scans. Yes, as in foetuses. Who all look identical - at least babies are different colours! WASTE OF YOUTUBE. Particularly when set against a video which has THE MOON CRASHING INTO TWENTIES PRAGUE. I mean, does it get much better? Oddly, though you'd think Youtube would not have been kind to gargantuan Ultrasound singer 'Tiny', he looks rather suave there - whereas Vanessa, who was pretty hot, looks a bit Nurse Ratched. Speaking as someone deeply unphotogenic myself, I sympathise. Then you've got all the acts who look exactly as you'd expect indie acts to look - Geneva, say, or Hefner, still singing songs about everything going wrong with girls while all the cool kids were at the Britpop party. And somewhere between the two, Spearmint's 'We're Going Out', a song which should have been at the party but whose invite got lost in the post. Way ahead of The Schema and The New Royal Family with the Dickon cameo, though.
Or consider Puressence, a band who looked like more scruffy sub-Gallagher oiks, but sounded like caged angels. Whipping Boy, too indie for the Nick Cave fans and too scary for indie.
Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, Greg Dulli was still young and hot in the Gentlemen vid - although from 2007, his younger self looks almost as unlike him as the old or black doppels who share his role here. Never mind, he may have filled out since then but at least he lost this beard.
Meanwhile, back in the modern world, I'm not entirely sold on Los Campesinos' 'You! Me! Dancing!' qua song, but the video is bloody brilliant. And if I were ten years younger, their 'International TweeXcore Underground' would probably be my new favourite song in the world.
Between Terry Pratchett's Alzheimer's diagnosis (there are so many authors where their brain turning to mush would have no noticeable impact on the writing - why did it have to be Pratchett?), the death of Ike Turner (undoubtedly a utter sh1t, but also an utter sh1t who had a hand in 'River Deep, Mountain High') and the spectacular ineptitude of our glorious leader, the news has been pretty dismal lately. Unless you know Marvel comics, in which case reading about "A UN worker caught up in the Hydra attack" or that "The AIM probe has now returned the first truly global pictures of these phenomena" is worrying, but at least impressive with it. And speaking of Hydra, I'm up to the fourth episode of Heroes' second season and while I really wasn't expecting them to use Taskmaster's powers just yet, the idea of giving photographic reflexes to someone who looks like an R&B starlet instead of Skeletor is most appealing. Although I never really understood how Taskmaster kept getting employed as a trainer, anyway. Surely if you can copy anything you see, you have no understanding of how learning works for normal people, and so would make an utterly lousy trainer?
With My Life Story yesterday and Britpop night I Can't Imagine The World Without Me tomorrow, this seems like as good an opportunity as any to point out some great lost pop videos of the nineties. Some of them I never got chance to see in the nineties, because they were stuck on the paltry selection of music video channels which we didn't have anyway, and Youtube was not yet a glimmer in the internet's eye. This one from the wonderfully overambitious Ultrasound, for instance - and it is the only Ultrasound video I can find, because otherwise the word just brings up a bunch of ultrasound scans. Yes, as in foetuses. Who all look identical - at least babies are different colours! WASTE OF YOUTUBE. Particularly when set against a video which has THE MOON CRASHING INTO TWENTIES PRAGUE. I mean, does it get much better? Oddly, though you'd think Youtube would not have been kind to gargantuan Ultrasound singer 'Tiny', he looks rather suave there - whereas Vanessa, who was pretty hot, looks a bit Nurse Ratched. Speaking as someone deeply unphotogenic myself, I sympathise. Then you've got all the acts who look exactly as you'd expect indie acts to look - Geneva, say, or Hefner, still singing songs about everything going wrong with girls while all the cool kids were at the Britpop party. And somewhere between the two, Spearmint's 'We're Going Out', a song which should have been at the party but whose invite got lost in the post. Way ahead of The Schema and The New Royal Family with the Dickon cameo, though.
Or consider Puressence, a band who looked like more scruffy sub-Gallagher oiks, but sounded like caged angels. Whipping Boy, too indie for the Nick Cave fans and too scary for indie.
Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, Greg Dulli was still young and hot in the Gentlemen vid - although from 2007, his younger self looks almost as unlike him as the old or black doppels who share his role here. Never mind, he may have filled out since then but at least he lost this beard.
Meanwhile, back in the modern world, I'm not entirely sold on Los Campesinos' 'You! Me! Dancing!' qua song, but the video is bloody brilliant. And if I were ten years younger, their 'International TweeXcore Underground' would probably be my new favourite song in the world.
Between Terry Pratchett's Alzheimer's diagnosis (there are so many authors where their brain turning to mush would have no noticeable impact on the writing - why did it have to be Pratchett?), the death of Ike Turner (undoubtedly a utter sh1t, but also an utter sh1t who had a hand in 'River Deep, Mountain High') and the spectacular ineptitude of our glorious leader, the news has been pretty dismal lately. Unless you know Marvel comics, in which case reading about "A UN worker caught up in the Hydra attack" or that "The AIM probe has now returned the first truly global pictures of these phenomena" is worrying, but at least impressive with it. And speaking of Hydra, I'm up to the fourth episode of Heroes' second season and while I really wasn't expecting them to use Taskmaster's powers just yet, the idea of giving photographic reflexes to someone who looks like an R&B starlet instead of Skeletor is most appealing. Although I never really understood how Taskmaster kept getting employed as a trainer, anyway. Surely if you can copy anything you see, you have no understanding of how learning works for normal people, and so would make an utterly lousy trainer?
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Date: 2007-12-15 04:05 pm (UTC)His piano on the last Gorillaz album wasn't bad either, though I realise that doesn't have quite the same weight to set against his sins.