This is like when you’re talking and someone else is trying to copy what you’re saying a the same time, everytime you open your mouth they’re a beat behind and they stop suddenly a beat after. How sinead doesn’t crack up laughing is beyond me.
I was there. Awful, tuneless dirge. Quaalude comedown. Met with hugely unenthusiastic response. Almost as bad as Carey Mulligan singing ‘New York, New York’ in a rap movie I recently suffered through.
You haven’t mentioned the media whores, groupies and Labour politicians. Even coke fiends and morons have taste. Bit elitist of you to think otherwise.
I distinctly remember getting a friendly, conspiratorial wink from Tony Blair one year when he’d become Leader. It wasn’t the night of Prescott’s drenching.
Very postmodern. Well, it was when it was, after all. Bit of fun really, is all. I thoroughly enjoyed it, especially when Polly smirked fleetingly at Bjork’s brief unleashing of the MAD BASTARD ICELANDIC WARRIOR VOICE. I love both of them.
Well I like it. – just me (and Vulpes) then? I think the dictionary definition is pretty spot on. Mind you Van’s sleazy drunk Uncle at a wedding isn’t his finest hour, is it?
and if you look up ‘Weirdly funny as fuck’ you get Tony Ferrino and, yes, Bjork
( I have the Ferrino album – not many people (will want to admit that they) have that)
And the “how drunk is Van exactly? Shall we put this out on an official live collection? Yeah?” duet with Sinead O Connor
This is like when you’re talking and someone else is trying to copy what you’re saying a the same time, everytime you open your mouth they’re a beat behind and they stop suddenly a beat after. How sinead doesn’t crack up laughing is beyond me.
File under “Pretty damn awful”
but, hey, its got Lemmy in it. And the opening riff is a close approximation of “New Rose” – so not all bad then?
Well I got my copy of FFS today. Franz Ferdinand + Sparks. How cool is that. If you don’t like it you can just….
Bjork & PJ Harvey at the Brits 1994…… trying to be….. and thinking they are cool…… but really just shit as fuck.
‘ello smiler! How’s my little ray of sunshine?
Fair do’s though, DFB. he does have a point. It’s sniggeringly bad.
At times like this, we look to the totally swelegant Deborah and James…
I was there. Awful, tuneless dirge. Quaalude comedown. Met with hugely unenthusiastic response. Almost as bad as Carey Mulligan singing ‘New York, New York’ in a rap movie I recently suffered through.
Crap. The c was silent.
Industry corporate cock sucking coke fiends and a rent-a-scream bunch of morons didn’t like it eh? Shame that
You haven’t mentioned the media whores, groupies and Labour politicians. Even coke fiends and morons have taste. Bit elitist of you to think otherwise.
Nah wasn’t new Labour in 1994, a couple more years til Chumbawumbagate
I distinctly remember getting a friendly, conspiratorial wink from Tony Blair one year when he’d become Leader. It wasn’t the night of Prescott’s drenching.
Must have been ’96 when he gave award to Bowie.
Ian’s foodcart doesn’t have many customers tonight so he’s keeping his hands warm on his mobile.
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I think if they’d listened to the original a few more times they’d have got a bit closer. Just saying.
Very postmodern. Well, it was when it was, after all. Bit of fun really, is all. I thoroughly enjoyed it, especially when Polly smirked fleetingly at Bjork’s brief unleashing of the MAD BASTARD ICELANDIC WARRIOR VOICE. I love both of them.
Well I like it. – just me (and Vulpes) then? I think the dictionary definition is pretty spot on. Mind you Van’s sleazy drunk Uncle at a wedding isn’t his finest hour, is it?