Musings on the byways of popular culture
“I know that I might die from poison – invisible, hanging there in the sunlight Don’t you know that your creator is running out of ideas…”
Aside from which, it’s a fabulous performance – Bert on guitar/vocal with the great Duffy Power on harmonica, the inimitable drumming of Terry Cox and Danny Thompson on bass.
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Whether a substance acts as a poison or a remedy, Paracelsus observed, is merely a question of the dose. Certain bands and types of music I find invigorating in moderation, but subject me to a queasiness or head pain if listened to for too long. I suppose noise merchants such as The Prodigy, The Go! Team and (strictly homeopathic quantities of) NWOBHM would be obvious candidates for this, but I also feel this way about Philly Soul (I have the box set, but to my ears, it’s like receiving a crate of Creme Eggs – I will enjoy them individually but the thought of consuming them all together holds no appeal). To be clear: I have all the Go! Team albums, LOVE Jilted Generation and dig out 747 by Saxon for a screamalong every now and then, it’s just that about 15 minutes into the experience I need to get some air. Do you have music that affects you this way?
