Saturday, 16 April 2016

Quality songs IMHO, but for others may be much maligned. (Part I)

For nostalgia's sake here are a few of my fave tracks from the mid-nineties. These are a bit of a mixed bag, many burgeoning from the DIY ethic of labels such as Fierce Panda. That time brought forth a few quality ditties, some acts went on and some remained frozen in time and preserved for us on You Tube.

1. Helen Love - We Love You

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPq6lrhS0qI

For me, this is Helen Love's finest oeuvre or indeed hour. I am talking about the song not the video, wonky hand helds and running along what appears to be the waterfront in Bristol does not quite match the quality of the song. The singer's Ramones obsession is plain to see with a full-size cut out of Joey Ramone featuring heavily in the vid.

2. Bis - This is Fake DIY


Other tracks by the pseudo schemie outfit did not catch my attention as much as this one. A catchy wee number.

3. Tiger - Race


I had almost forgotten about this one, but again I like it. I don't have any recollection of seeing the video before. Good tuneage.

4. Urusei Yatsura - Strategic Hamlets



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkSRQdlOwrA

One of the few acts featured here that I actually managed to see live back in the day. Very energetic act, I remember their set being quite condensed.

5. Gorky's Zygotic Mynci - Patio Song


A bit of quality from the Gorky's. Not to be mixed up with the Russian rock act Gorky Park or the part of west Edinburgh known as Gorgie.

Five will do for now, I will add some more in another post anon.



Thursday, 11 June 2015

Sunday, 31 May 2015

Annual Punishment

Jan you are a fib Rhuaridh. My arch ape real may dune duly. A gust set timber auk to bear. No fen ember, tea zen bare.

Thursday, 21 May 2015

Cyber Schizophrenia

People often wonder if a tree falls in the woods and nobody is there, does it make any sound? My thought is if a blogger blogs in cyberspace and nobody reads it, does the blogger truly blog? Surely blogging must be interactive, otherwise is it not merely journalling?

Friday, 15 May 2015

The morning shift.

Catching a glimpse of a fox crossing a road.
Queuing for a McDonald's breakfast behind a fleet of blue toothed up cabbies.
Traffic cones being gathered after night road closures.
Inane or prerecorded radio broadcasts.
Morning papers still strapped in plastic in a pile on the pavement.
Street cleaning machines sweeping up yesterday's detritus in rapidly spinning bristles on spindles.
The chirping of the dawn chorus.
The sun presenting its glorious and powerful rays to a new day filled with hope and potential.

All of these things are signs witnessed at the crack of dawn. An extra few hours of kip and you'd be none the wiser, but the activities would have all taken place.