I DON’T use the ‘shuffle’ feature on my iPod too often, as it’s rare I’m in the mood to listen to something completely random. Sometimes, though, it throws up some nice surprises. It’s probably been about two years since I last thought of The Dears. Continue reading
Archive for September, 2010
I could write all day and all night and still not manage to fully convey my hatred of Ocean Colour Scene. Continue reading
An all-time favourite. Myself and a friend even set up a short-lived (i.e. one-off and terribly unsuccessful) club night of the same name once. ‘You Can’t Hide Your Love Forever’ is the only OJ album I know well, so I can’t wait for this boxset.
IF YOU’VE been a semi-regular reader of this blog for the past few weeks, you’ll be aware of the fact that I love an ‘oul list now and again. Well, myself and Jim Carroll have devised one of the 50 Best British Acts Right Now for today’s Ticket. G’wan, fume away after reading this. Enjoy! I certainly did.
MY RECENT tirade against C*****g C****s (I can’t even bring myself to say it anymore) got me thinking about band names in general. I know this topic has been done to death before, but indulge me. There are some great bands with some godawful names out there. Then again, there are a lot of average bands with great names. Of course, this is an entirely subjective exercise, and I’m sure many of the bands I’m scoffing at have some deep literary-related in-joke related to their monikers – but I had a quick scroll through my iPod and came up with the following lists. Am I missing any obvious ones here? Alternatively, feel free to tell me how ill-informed I am.
*God, this one was hard work. I interviewed Lykke Li in the bar of a Leeson Street hotel. She’d just arrived in from London, was hungover, monosyllabic, complaining about how some bloke had kept trying to touch her hair the night before, and was generally monstrously grumpy. Just as well that her album (and live show) was brilliant. Her second record is due “soon”, apparently.
Originally published in Hot Press, July 2008
LI LYKKE Zachrisson – that’s Lykke Li to you and I, if you please – wearily removes her oversized sunglasses, shakes my hand with a thin smile and politely orders a cappuccino from the waitress. If I didn’t know any better, I’d wonder if I’d somehow manage to somehow inadvertently offend the 22-year-old Swedish popstrel – but it soon becomes clear that Ms. Zachrisson, fresh off a delayed flight from a flurry of UK dates, is just tired. Very tired.