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Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Generation Landslide
Many years ago, I used to lounge around the house singing Alex Harvey’s ‘Gamblin’ Bar Room Blues’ at the top of my voice. It’s a poignant little ditty about infidelity, and alcohol fuelled murder with the stirring chorus of
The point was that it used to drive my father mad. He would make out he didn’t care for as long as possible so as not to encourage me, but eventually he would snap and tell me to stop singing “that revolting song”. I would continue with gusto.
Cut to the present day and life in the Little House: the Little effay lies on the sofa idly toying with a colouring pencil and merrily singing
I try to ignore it, but my stomach gets tighter and tighter until I just have to do something. “Can’t you sing something else?” I ask. She smiles at me, ups the volume, and starts doing the actions.
I can hear the ghost of my old man chuckling over my shoulder.
Ho ye, ho ye, you’re just as drunk as me
Ho ye, ho ye, headin’ for the deep blue sea
The point was that it used to drive my father mad. He would make out he didn’t care for as long as possible so as not to encourage me, but eventually he would snap and tell me to stop singing “that revolting song”. I would continue with gusto.
Cut to the present day and life in the Little House: the Little effay lies on the sofa idly toying with a colouring pencil and merrily singing
McDonalds, McDonalds
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
I try to ignore it, but my stomach gets tighter and tighter until I just have to do something. “Can’t you sing something else?” I ask. She smiles at me, ups the volume, and starts doing the actions.
I can hear the ghost of my old man chuckling over my shoulder.
Friday, December 09, 2005
The Ape of Naples
Ha ha, I’ve got it! Initial impressions, because I’ve only heard it twice: ermm, well, it’s okay I suppose. Obviously being a sad fanboy with access to the Backwards demos and various bootlegs, I’ve heard versions of just about everything on it before. The thing is, in many cases I’ve heard better versions; notably in the case of ‘Cold Cell’ and ‘The Last Amethyst Deceiver’ (do we really need this? I make it the sixth version officially released). Furthermore, I would have preferred fewer tracks that went on longer as too many of them never really get going, giving the album a somewhat disjointed feel. ‘Triple Sun’ sounds great but, at three and half minutes, it feels like a radio edit for the much longer version on …and the Ambulance Died in His Arms.
The standout tracks for me are ‘Tattooed Man’ and ‘Going Up’; the latter featuring Francois Testory turning the ‘Are You Being Served?’ lyrics into something spectacularly haunting. These two make the album worthwhile. None of the rest of it is actually bad, but ‘sure to be seen as the classic Coil album of all time’? I very much doubt it; more a slightly weak coda to an illustrious career.
One last whinge: whilst the artwork is quite nice, the packaging is a non-standard size and features the sort of foldout that has all the user-friendly foldability of an Ordnance Survey map. Why they couldn’t just use a digi-pack and a booklet is beyond me. I’ve already transferred the CD to a jewel case and consigned the cover to the large trunk in which I keep all the other fucking silly CD packages which won’t fit in racks, never to be looked at again, but which I’m too anal to throw away.
The standout tracks for me are ‘Tattooed Man’ and ‘Going Up’; the latter featuring Francois Testory turning the ‘Are You Being Served?’ lyrics into something spectacularly haunting. These two make the album worthwhile. None of the rest of it is actually bad, but ‘sure to be seen as the classic Coil album of all time’? I very much doubt it; more a slightly weak coda to an illustrious career.
One last whinge: whilst the artwork is quite nice, the packaging is a non-standard size and features the sort of foldout that has all the user-friendly foldability of an Ordnance Survey map. Why they couldn’t just use a digi-pack and a booklet is beyond me. I’ve already transferred the CD to a jewel case and consigned the cover to the large trunk in which I keep all the other fucking silly CD packages which won’t fit in racks, never to be looked at again, but which I’m too anal to throw away.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
New Kid on the Block
Tuned into to Prime Minister’s Question Time today to see how the new Tory darling coped with his big debut: Chewed up and spat out. One amusing snide comment (the prime minister used to be the future); one offer to vote with Blair to shore him up against his backbenchers (good strategy this – make Blair’s own party hate him); one hopeless attempt to dig at Tone over climate change. The only time Blair got rattled was when Alex Salmond asked him to ignore the minutiae, and define the differences between his political philosophy and Cameron’s. Predictably, an angry Blair got caught up in the minutiae and ended by saying that he differed from Salmond in believing that Scotland should remain in the UK. Hardly an effective jibe against the leader of the SNP.
Despite his poor debut, Cameron scares me. People say he has no policies, but I suspect that he has loads and the wishy washy ‘I love Society’ blather is simply a way of sounding vacuous and appealing whilst sneaking in an agenda somewhere to the right of Attila the Hun. Witness the one substantive he came out with at PMQ’s: All schools should be allowed to set their own admissions policies. It doesn’t take a genius to see where that’s going to go.
Of course, New Labour scare me as well and things probably won’t get better when Blair finally pisses off to stand trial in the Hague for war crimes (I can dream, can’t I). It will be crap if Gordon ‘pass me the baby oil; I’ve got some figures to massage’ Brown gets the leadership, but probably even worse if he doesn’t. Either way, I’m praying that people see David Cameron for what he really is and that he doesn’t manage to revive the fortunes of the Conservative Party.
Despite his poor debut, Cameron scares me. People say he has no policies, but I suspect that he has loads and the wishy washy ‘I love Society’ blather is simply a way of sounding vacuous and appealing whilst sneaking in an agenda somewhere to the right of Attila the Hun. Witness the one substantive he came out with at PMQ’s: All schools should be allowed to set their own admissions policies. It doesn’t take a genius to see where that’s going to go.
Of course, New Labour scare me as well and things probably won’t get better when Blair finally pisses off to stand trial in the Hague for war crimes (I can dream, can’t I). It will be crap if Gordon ‘pass me the baby oil; I’ve got some figures to massage’ Brown gets the leadership, but probably even worse if he doesn’t. Either way, I’m praying that people see David Cameron for what he really is and that he doesn’t manage to revive the fortunes of the Conservative Party.
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