Right, here we go. You can list up to twenty albums ( any more than that will be ignored – and you really should get out more). First on your list will be awarded twenty points, next nineteen and so on. You have until midnight 31st December to submit your choices and only “new” records released in 2018 will be considered. Results will be announced in January assuming I can remember how to set up a spreadsheet.
I think it’s great that amongst all this box set madness there’s still young men out there boppin’ away
https://youtu.be/XFakdI1n58wVideo can’t be loaded: Her’s at Paste Studio NYC live from The Manhattan Center (https://youtu.be/XFakdI1n58w)
I take everything back about all these bloody boxsets – old Scots guy dies and knocks on heaven’s door
Wednesday morning at five o’clock as the day begins. Outside the first bus of the day chugs its way along Sinclair Road. Disconsolate and weary travellers stare blankly out through the fogged-up windows at the grey and desolate wasteland that signposts the way to their next six-till-two shift. Mary, as quiet as a church mouse when the church cat begins its night patrol, puts on her clothes. These are not her office clothes, not the threadbare, shiny blue two-piece she wears every weekday to the factory in Berryden where she works as a Pay Clerk. This is the dress she wears on Saturday evenings when she meets Carole and Anne and Rosie at The Monkey House at seven o’clock. Rosie is always late but that’s ok, the other three chatter and shriek, shriek and chatter amidst all the other young men and young women waiting for each other’s buses to arrive. It’s Saturday night, a lemonade shandy at Ma Camerons, a shared packet of ready-salted crisps whilst they tell each other every piece of gossip, every momentous event of the past seven days, trying not to buy another round because they need all their money for later, avoiding the scowls » Continue Reading.
Instead of the next “review” try this – much more fun!!!
Bri is innocent you know (although perhaps still guilty)….
Remembering how glamorous it was when my parents went out of an evening and came home singing with friends who were ultimately family. The party started when they got home. This one my Uncle Steve used to sing…
I know that at this very moment somewhere on this planet Paul is doing yet another promo interview but this one is a belter. One of the incidents detailed here brings back some very embarrassing (and rather sordid) memories of a Scout weekend in The Cairngorms when a dozen teenage boys were trapped under canvas for 48 hours as the wind roared and the rain poured down
Jingsaroonie but this is good! Stevie Wonder, of course. Caledonia Soul Orchestra, most certainly. Me and Mrs W gettin’ down ? That’s later, much later
Never given proper critical acclaim The Stranglers have one hell of a musical cannon. The mid eighties recordings often get dissed amongst fans but what a beautiful song this is…
The absolute joy of the internet
Despite feeling seasick at some of the images, my thanks to my old mate Bri for this clip. “One for the hippies” he said. Ah oui..
A brilliant piece of writing which explains both the Human Condition and why Monster Munch deserve our respect. Most of the time there are no crisps in our house for the simple reason I would eat them all in one sitting. And that includes Twiglets which as everyone knows are the Work of the Devil.
Apparently Taylor Swift’s younger sister has been found alive and well in Ireland. A friend in Cambridge keeps sending me clips of her concerts and apparently her first lp “Talk of this Town” is due out today. For anyone like me who adores Taylor’s early albums when she was still Country this is like falling in love all over again
Jings but I just can’t stop laughing. Gentle lovely British humour of the highest order. Anyone else watching?
Bigger than The Beatles, that’s what they thought. Are there any other readers out there who were almost famous?
Just wondering, how many of this Top Hundred can you honestly claim to have heard of before? I accept this is posted by an old guy living in France who has no idea what’s for lunch today or who these people are but all I can manage is 11. Beat my score and I’ll send you a packet of digestives and a signed copy of my autobiography ” So many women, so little time”.
What does it sound like?:
Twas 1987 when three siblings and a couple of other band members wandered into the Trinity Church, Toronto and clustered round one microphone. Over thirty six hours they shuffled to and fro said microphone before eventually laying down one of the most hypnotic and compelling records ever made. Completing a mixture of their own songs, country standards and a stark, frightening version of The Velvet’s Sweet Jane, The Cowboy Junkies emerged blinking into the sunlight. Soon “The Trinity Sessions” became one of those albums all your discerning friends talked about in hushed and reverent tones. Songs all slowed down to virtual stillness, enough space for the listener to drift off into cosmic contemplation yet tight enough to force rapt attention to lyrics whether new or old. Over the years many a record followed most following the same haunted but soon over-familiar path: Margo’s soft voice backed by tasteful musicians playing tastefully, each album an apparent replica of its predecessor. How many people made it all the way through “Lay It Down” or “Waltz Across America”? Then somebody in the Junkies team had a bright idea – “Right you lot, back to Trinity, persuade Natalie » Continue Reading.
This is everything I thought Friday Night On The Island would be. They may well be the worst group in the entire history of rock and whilst there is more than a hint of stoned losers about it all I for one am completely charmed (especially the energetic drummer!).
Ok, has any artist ever at this late late late stage of the career ever ever ever released the bestest best best album of the career? Nah is the obvious answer
Other opinions are available, other opinions are obviously Wrong
… if he knew John Foxx was the B52’s drummer?
My friend has “some killer weed”.
Simply the most engaging, insightful, joyful, endearing and pleasurable piece of telly I have seen in a long, long time.
(For those of outwith the UK and without VPN the programme is entitled ‘Nothing Like A Dame’)
Stay positive has always been my motto. Love & Peace from The Languedoc. Summer is late arriving down here (hotter in the UK apparently) but love to hear your Songs of “Yes, it’s the summertime!”….