I thought singles were supposed to die? Yet they go on living, like zombiefied bastard children of the great singles from yesteryear. Here is this week’s sludge.
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Vice Singles Club, 1 September 2009
We had our bi-annual Vice Singles Club meet at the weekend. It was awesome, someone baked this cake out of seven-inches and then we did a quiz. Can you name the members of Roxy Music who aren’t called Bryan? No? Then you wouldn’t have won the quiz and it’s probably lucky you didn’t come along. Read more »
Vice Singles Club, 6th July 2009
HONOR BLACKMAN
The Star Who Fell From Grace
Music Infinity
This is more like it. Dame Blackman sing-talks her way through a litany of heart-wrenching pathos and regret that even Marc Almond would be ashamed to keep a straight face throughout. Probably the campest single since Elaine Page and Barbara Dickson power-moaned their way to the top of the charts, and at two minutes and nine seconds, sounds suspiciously truncated. Perhaps the intended finale was so overwrought that all involved dissolved in a pool of tears.
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Hypothetical Pop Murderers 2009?
According to every magazine/website/zeitgeist newsletter, there are a whole lot of exciting new bands you will be hearing more of this year. Hooray. According to general laws of statistics, each of them has a hypothetical propensity to kill. Wouldn’t it be great if one of them committed a murder at some point during 2009? Just think: Indie gossip would all be about CSI-style corpse decomposition periods and semen samples, or maybe more retro talk of candlesticks and lead pipes. With that in mind, we’re offering the music press the chance to get a jump on the game, by ranking 2009’s potential indie breakouts in terms of their murderous proclivities, using nothing more than Poirot-like little grey cells. Elementary findings follow. Read more »
‘Wonky’ Pop is Dead, ‘Edgy’ Pop Lives
Alphabeat have been dropped. Thank fuck for that. Hopefully we’ll never have to hear the phrase ‘wonky pop’ ever again. I’m sorry Peter Robinson, I love you, but I hate Wanky Pap. Alphabeat - a band only liked by apologetic freelance music journalists who use phrases like: “Perfect pop song”, can’t give any hip-hop record under 8/10 and think Gwen Steffani isn’t a total fucking douche.
