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good taste – missing, presumed dead

Has anyone ever done a comedy cover of The Verve’s The Drugs Don’t Work, only it’s about the stark reality of having your electric cut off and includes the lyric “the plugs don’t work”.

Because if not, then I have a brilliant idea for a song!

We Are Emo Scientists

Lately, I have mostly been listening to… podcasts, actually, but that’s not the point, oh no. The point is that We Are Scientists put a new album out in March and I only just noticed – inexcusable!

Brain Thrust Mastery‘s sound is similar to their first album, though a little less rock and a little more pop. I know, what does that even mean, right? All I can say is that if you listen to both then you’ll know what I mean. It’s like they’ve had their edges sanded down and rounded off – I am not sure I like it so much. It’s also more obviously 80s-inspired than With Love And Squalor, with some exceptionally blatant synth warbling towards the end.

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music is my radar

I’ve been getting into a lot of new music lately, and not blogging about it. Shit, when was the last time I actually blogged an album?

/me checks

OK, 2 years ago.

I am not going to do that today though. Instead, I am going to expand on something I was thinking earlier, when I was talking to someone who’s just been through a nasty break-up and is left with 90% of her iPod reminding her of this guy.

Anyway, this got me thinking about the songs I have that remind me of the various women to come and go in my life (in a good way, mind).

In no particular order:

  • “Chocolate Pope” – The Electric Six
  • “Jacqueline” – Franz Ferdinand
  • “Eyes” – Rogue Wave
  • “D.A.N.C.E.” – Justice
  • “Walking On The Moon” – The Pale
  • “Sleep Does Nothing For You” – Vex Red
  • “I Want You, but I Don’t Need You” – Momus
  • “Luckiest Guy On The Lower East Side” – The Magnetic Fields

If anyone besides Jack (I was just talking to him about this over IM) can affix them to their subjects then they win a no-prize, courtesy of my man, Stan.

    a good idea at the time

    This weekend I had friends over (a mixed group, gender-wise, before you ask), and what with one thing and another we ended up watching Deep Throat. Yes, alcohol was involved.

    I bet you’ve heard of Deep Throat. You probably know that it’s a famous porn flick from the Seventies and one of the earliest to feature, well, deep throating.

    But have you actually seen it? We hadn’t, and I doubt many people in their twenties today have.

    All the ridiculous seventies porn clichés are there – big hair (all over), ridiculous music, a paper-thin façade of a plot that is doggedly maintained to the bitter end, obscene moustaches and hammy acting that is nevertheless an order of magnitude above anything from recent movies. Indeed, compared to modern porn the plotting and acting are all amazing (this is compared to modern porn, not an actual movie, I hasten to add).

    Of course, what hasn’t stood the test of time is the sex. Hairy arses, flabby guts, tame positions, half-hearted erections (on the screen, none at all in the audience), did I mention the music? This gem is from the main theme:

    Deep throat,
    Deeper than deep your throat
    Deep throat
    Don’t row your boat
    Don’t get your goat
    That’s all she wrote
    Deep throat

    For a film that was banned in several territories it’s actually remarkably tame, only really crossing into what a modern audience might consider indecent in one scene where… well, you can watch it for yourselves. Seriously, go grab a torrent. If nothing else it’ll help you appreciate modern porn all the more.

    silence is golden

    my new babiesActive noise-cancelling is the sexiest thing ever.

    Yes, sexier than that video with the bulgarian sisters and the over-sexed traffic warden. Ha ha, double-parked.

    But seriously now: I can’t hear anything but the music.

    Also, and this may be a bit premature, but I think I can totally pull off the dude-wearing-big-headphones look? I don’t care anyway – I’d wear a fucking gimp suit if it made taking public transport bearable. Now if only they were bluetooth… what’s that, my phone can’t do bluetooth music anyway? ;_;

    can you tell what it is yet?

    Saw this while helping out my mate stu from Subism with his Mac earlier today (it turned into quite a YouTube session while we waited for Leopard to install)

    You have to watch ’till the end, otherwise you suck (I am looking at you Matt).