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We are some people who like the ethos and the insane tracklist of John Peel shows. We are not cool. Here dub leans uneasily against manga-folk in our very, very common room, while dance-metal is trying to slip out before the pop-pop records notice. We are not cool. We listen to everything we receive or discover. Then we write about it with...
HONESTY - NO FEAR & NO FAVOUR
Very possibly no insight, intelligence or inside information either, but at least we're not telling you to buy a record because the label bought an ad, so screw the 'buy the review' Observer Music Magazine, shag the elderly rent boy that is the NME and piss gently on the corpse of Drowned In Sound because...
We are some people who like the ethos and the insane tracklist of John Peel shows. We are not cool. Here dub leans uneasily against manga-folk in our very, very common room, while dance-metal is trying to slip out before the pop-pop records notice. We are not cool. We listen to everything we receive or discover. Then we write about it with...
HONESTY - NO FEAR & NO FAVOUR
Very possibly no insight, intelligence or inside information either, but at least we're not telling you to buy a record because the label bought an ad, so screw the 'buy the review' Observer Music Magazine, shag the elderly rent boy that is the NME and piss gently on the corpse of Drowned In Sound because...
UPDATED: 25th August 2008
What? Another bank holiday? No wonder the world has gone to shit and back, we blame the parents, the Americans, tabloid journalism, oxymorons, Bloc Party, block voting, breeze blocks, fat people, homosexuals and the Edinburgh Festival. Meanwhile, this is what's going on...
HALLO HALLO I'M BACK AGAIN!
Whispers the skeletal Ho-Chi-Minimum supposed to be ye ole Gary Glitter as Britain's tabloid tarts depress us with ever lazier spellings of 'paedophile' while studding their
drool with
topless teens,
hey ho. But,
having
developed
secondary
sexual
characteristics
some years ago
we're not afraid
of Gary Glitter,
unless there's a copy of "Papa Oom Mow Mow" poised to play on the jukebox?
DISGRACED POP STARS!!
No, we're not talking about Gary Glitter, he just fiddles with kiddies. Real disgrace lies with likes of Kerry Katona and the indignity of last weeks' bankruptcy verdict. Mum's gone Iceland? Now she'll have to! No, we're not talking about Kerry Katona, she just fiddles the taxman. Real disgrace lies with the likes of Pete Doherty and his revolutionary smoking a cigarette at the Reading Festival. Up in smoke? You are now, Pete! No, we're not talking about Pete Doherty, he just smokes onstage. Real disgrace lies with the likes of The Ting Tings and their greedily hogging the charts with two singles in the UK top forty this week. The single is dead? It is now! Pardon?
NOT EVEN POP STARS!!!
But they're still rated and slated on our nattily and rattily disheveled cyber pages and we don't care how many Guardian mentions are garnered by The Pigeon Detectives, they are not popstars, they are on our 'Singles' page though. On the other hand... Paul McCartney is propably a bona fide star of some sort and he doesn't appear on our 'Albums' or 'Retro Rocks' pages despite the fact that "Memory Almost Full" is almost a complete triumph of rage over age. On the other, other hand, a band from Glasgow are called Popup, are brilliant and are on our 'Albums' page.
NOT EVEN NOT EVEN POP STARS!!!!
Peaches Geldof, Lily Allen, Kate Nash, Scouting For Girls, Franz Ferdinand, Dogs Die In Hot Cars, Air Traffic, Towers Of London, every band with a name prefixed with 'The'.
INSTANT POP STARS!!!!!
Are made by adding spunk to bullshit, but the rest of you aspiring headline-hoggers can send your nonsense to us at Unpeeled; 8 The Thorn, Guestling Thorn, East Sussex, TN35 4LU (UK) unpeeled@tiscali.co.uk
What? Another bank holiday? No wonder the world has gone to shit and back, we blame the parents, the Americans, tabloid journalism, oxymorons, Bloc Party, block voting, breeze blocks, fat people, homosexuals and the Edinburgh Festival. Meanwhile, this is what's going on...
HALLO HALLO I'M BACK AGAIN!
Whispers the skeletal Ho-Chi-Minimum supposed to be ye ole Gary Glitter as Britain's tabloid tarts depress us with ever lazier spellings of 'paedophile' while studding their
drool with
topless teens,
hey ho. But,
having
developed
secondary
sexual
characteristics
some years ago
we're not afraid
of Gary Glitter,
unless there's a copy of "Papa Oom Mow Mow" poised to play on the jukebox?
DISGRACED POP STARS!!
No, we're not talking about Gary Glitter, he just fiddles with kiddies. Real disgrace lies with likes of Kerry Katona and the indignity of last weeks' bankruptcy verdict. Mum's gone Iceland? Now she'll have to! No, we're not talking about Kerry Katona, she just fiddles the taxman. Real disgrace lies with the likes of Pete Doherty and his revolutionary smoking a cigarette at the Reading Festival. Up in smoke? You are now, Pete! No, we're not talking about Pete Doherty, he just smokes onstage. Real disgrace lies with the likes of The Ting Tings and their greedily hogging the charts with two singles in the UK top forty this week. The single is dead? It is now! Pardon?
NOT EVEN POP STARS!!!
But they're still rated and slated on our nattily and rattily disheveled cyber pages and we don't care how many Guardian mentions are garnered by The Pigeon Detectives, they are not popstars, they are on our 'Singles' page though. On the other hand... Paul McCartney is propably a bona fide star of some sort and he doesn't appear on our 'Albums' or 'Retro Rocks' pages despite the fact that "Memory Almost Full" is almost a complete triumph of rage over age. On the other, other hand, a band from Glasgow are called Popup, are brilliant and are on our 'Albums' page.
NOT EVEN NOT EVEN POP STARS!!!!
Peaches Geldof, Lily Allen, Kate Nash, Scouting For Girls, Franz Ferdinand, Dogs Die In Hot Cars, Air Traffic, Towers Of London, every band with a name prefixed with 'The'.
INSTANT POP STARS!!!!!
Are made by adding spunk to bullshit, but the rest of you aspiring headline-hoggers can send your nonsense to us at Unpeeled; 8 The Thorn, Guestling Thorn, East Sussex, TN35 4LU (UK) unpeeled@tiscali.co.uk
ALBUMS:
Are the new singles, mainly because an album format is now as dead as a single. Which is to say that the eedjits who run what's left of the music industry have noticed that naughty kiddies now refuse to buy the two singles and ten puddles of aural polyfilla that have been passed off as albums for the last quarter of a century. However, there are still outfits who write, record and release cogent, cohesive sets of songs, they call them 'albums'. So do we.
SINGLES:
Are spotty, fat and unloved, but the three minute, stand alone song format is in rude health, if you count compilation albums. Oh dear.
WHITE LABEL:
Is the one stuck on everything that's homegrown, escaped from a shed, financed by an indulgent Aunt or a hideously groovy arts council. Generally hateful in their sincere and steely eyed mediocrity, we persist in listening to the fuckers because it keeps us off the streets (and on the meths) and we find scattered gems of the hilariously awful and humblingly excellent in equally small measure.
Are the new singles, mainly because an album format is now as dead as a single. Which is to say that the eedjits who run what's left of the music industry have noticed that naughty kiddies now refuse to buy the two singles and ten puddles of aural polyfilla that have been passed off as albums for the last quarter of a century. However, there are still outfits who write, record and release cogent, cohesive sets of songs, they call them 'albums'. So do we.
SINGLES:
Are spotty, fat and unloved, but the three minute, stand alone song format is in rude health, if you count compilation albums. Oh dear.
WHITE LABEL:
Is the one stuck on everything that's homegrown, escaped from a shed, financed by an indulgent Aunt or a hideously groovy arts council. Generally hateful in their sincere and steely eyed mediocrity, we persist in listening to the fuckers because it keeps us off the streets (and on the meths) and we find scattered gems of the hilariously awful and humblingly excellent in equally small measure.
RETRO ROCKS:
The idea of having a page of re-appreciated and very old records was hailed as stupid, until we watched the damn yankee Superbowl 2008 and gawped as minature yankoids sang along to a crisply edited and classic Tom Petty set at halftime. Which is why our 'Retro Rocks' page is currently failing to include "Damn The Torpedoes", but does include;
Alice Cooper / Bob Dylan / Deep Purple / Guns N Roses / Jimi Hendrix / Led Zeppelin / The Beatles / The Darkness / The Kinks / The Sex Pistols / T.Rex
The idea of having a page of re-appreciated and very old records was hailed as stupid, until we watched the damn yankee Superbowl 2008 and gawped as minature yankoids sang along to a crisply edited and classic Tom Petty set at halftime. Which is why our 'Retro Rocks' page is currently failing to include "Damn The Torpedoes", but does include;
Alice Cooper / Bob Dylan / Deep Purple / Guns N Roses / Jimi Hendrix / Led Zeppelin / The Beatles / The Darkness / The Kinks / The Sex Pistols / T.Rex
LONDON 23/08/08: GARY GLITTER LANDS AT HEATHROW...
YOU ARE LISTENING TO... SUPERQUEENS
AS YOU SHOULD. THIS TRACK IS "PER ARDUA AD STRANGEWAYS" AND IT LIVES AT WWW.MYSPACE.COM/SUPERQUEENS
AS YOU SHOULD. THIS TRACK IS "PER ARDUA AD STRANGEWAYS" AND IT LIVES AT WWW.MYSPACE.COM/SUPERQUEENS
EVERYONE IS ENTITLED
TO OUR OPINION
TO OUR OPINION
You're so dead
So's your record