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NORTHERN GRIT LACKS PONCY MIXING DESK?
                                                                                                        We refer to
                                                                                                        the appalling
                                                                                                        sound on this
                                                                                                        video, a live
                                                                                                        version of
                                                                                                        something
                                                                                                        called "This
                                                                                                        Is Where
                                                                                                        Your Parents
                                                                                                        Fucked", but
                                                                                                        trust us, it all
                                                                                                        starts to gell
                                                                                                        so well that
                                                                                                        by the two
                                                                                                        minute, forty
                                                                                                        second mark
                                                                                                        all you can
                                                                                                        think is how
                                                                                                        tankingly massive Humanfly are. They sound like an earlier and heavier Black Sabbath, all bludgeon as scalpel and sonic violence as beauty. We have the new album, "Darker Later" somewhere, time to dig it and out and give the volume a tweak. All the guff is here.

CHILDREN OF THE CORN HIT THE AIRWAVES
When the pout stapled to a bricklayer known as Mick Jagger decided that making a film would be a neat idea we got "Performance" and it was weird and also great and James Fox helped no end, but then we got "Ned Kelly" and everyone agreed that film stars shouldn't make records and popsters shouldn't make movies. So we're happy to tell our (previously) good friends at Sonic Cathedral that releasing spiffy records isn't ideal preparation for compiling a radio show. Reality was the first casualty, the press release stating accurately that "our Broad Church radio show can be heard on Strangeways Radio" and less accurately that there was a time when Simple Minds "Were good". The fact that Lali Puna get in isn't enough to offset the inclusion of U2 and Athlete.

PLAY SNOG, MARRY AVOID WITH SPOTIFY!
Ideal amusement for the hard of thinking. All you need is a Spotify account, a free one will do, some bile, cynicism and lashings of booze. Next, you listen to everything that's recommended on the Spotify frontpage thingy when you load it up and then you write some pithy and half-pithed comments. Right, it's our go and we pulled out...
Weezer "Hurley" and though it's not a photo of Liz Hurley on the cover, at least

not one that Hugh Grant would recognise, the music is just like Weezer and only quite a bit better than it's been for a while and the opener, "Memories" is a lovely mash-mish-up of Monster Magnet, Ten Benson and we like to think that it's all about taking a stanley knife to the throat of the eighties. A definite snog, open up, honey!
Shontelle "Impossible" is a single in various remixes, four of them. The fourth, the Superdef & Jecto remix is great. Alas, like the other three it's shat all over by the strained and the stretched vocals, obviously subjected to more fiddling than any ten altar boys. One to avoid.
The Script honour us with the entire "Science & Faith" album and while there's no contributions from any Dawkins, Pope or Hawkins there is a genuine fake American accent to sing all of the songs and if Bryan Adams released this we'd all sneer, but the only difference that we can find is that Bryan Adams has less in the way of pretentions. One to avoid, a lot. Remember, this how U2 got installed.
Robyn says "Hang With Me" and it's cutey,
annoying the fuck out everyone kind of vocals type of
thing as her rip of a Tom Petty melody fails to stay
glued to a bounced up synth beat. What a cunt of a
release. Avoid.
Atmosphere seem to have collated some ep's to
make the album "To All My Friends, Blood Is What
Makes The Blade Holy; The Atmosphere EP's".
Two thoughts spring to mind. First, whoo, fuck, this is
good and the second is that spoilt, white middle class
children will make Atmosphere rich and nauseous.
Marry, marry again, dress up for them and then marry
them again, in disguise.
Tiesto "Kaleidoscope Remixes" Eh? Perfectly adequate and occasionally exciting disco in space stuff. Listening to the extended Tiesto beat mix of "Always Near"   we thought that they might see themselves as Kraftwerk on a winter sunshine holiday, maybe they are.
Royksopp wooze into "Senior" with a typically reflective and heart-undermining thing called "...And The Forest Began To Sing" and we began to track skip to find nothing very much exciting going on. Even "The Drug" was a sleepy downer, the odd feedback flashes swathed in the cloying synth sheets. Like someone watching Death In Vegas actually die. Avoid.
                                            Sakert and her "Facit" album means that we're
                                             staying in Scandinaviashire, the borough of Sweden to
                                             be exact, exactish. Unlike the overrated art-bore
                                             offering from Norway, the Sakert album is an altogether
                                             more powerful and assured thing and despite being
                                             sung in what we assume to be Swedish, the meanings,
                                             the emotions and shades are clear. Those with a yen
                                             for order will slide this into 'alt-indie' and that'd be
                                             stupid because "Facit" should be slid into the slot
                                             thingy and 'play' should be pressed. Marry, please.
Goldfrapp give up the single "Believer" and either they've gone full circle or just stayed in the glam disco, Garbage-lite starting blocks we found them in. Nothing wrong with that, or this single, it just is. Enjoy, snog.

GOOD NEWS FOR EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE
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