tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56974565075561812822024-03-05T14:59:03.217+00:00BOOMerang KidUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697456507556181282.post-61219548118729602402011-08-19T10:41:00.002+01:002011-08-19T10:42:47.669+01:00We (Sort Of) Wish You Well In Your Retirement…<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><style>
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</style> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2B4OgwMW2mazDoDrOzr8IMx8513fGL31PuBGWOSp58l5GgLATu6b5slLguWlUfN7OcAsKH5pqjpM8-Dc5z0-fU9tQFATz6copAQJtHOOG68ubNOkoYRwcgTyGJS5qaYphkdrldWPMFgU/s1600/David%252BBowie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2B4OgwMW2mazDoDrOzr8IMx8513fGL31PuBGWOSp58l5GgLATu6b5slLguWlUfN7OcAsKH5pqjpM8-Dc5z0-fU9tQFATz6copAQJtHOOG68ubNOkoYRwcgTyGJS5qaYphkdrldWPMFgU/s320/David%252BBowie.jpg" width="238" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">Of all the people in the world to age, get a bus pass and retire, I didn't think it'd be David Bowie. Then again, maybe this ability to be properly popstar fabulous and completely human is why he’s so awesome. At the risk of sounding a bit ballsy, if you’re yet to take a voyage to planet Bowie, do not let this talk of retirement put you off. You’ll learn that it’s impossible for Ziggy Stardust to ever return to Mars without a trace, his music is as relevant as ever.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">Though I purport to be an expert on this music sort of thing, I admit I was a little late to the Bowie party. Make that – <i>a lot</i> late. This was no case of being held up by Tube signal failures, I was held up by 23 years of brain signal failures. Till last year (breathe), he was just the guy that sang “ch-ch-ch-changes”, often at one in the morning as I pranced about some indie club, the guy with chevrons for eyebrows that played the Goblin King in Labyrinth. Yep, last year, the legendary DAVID BOWIE meant nothing to me bar sticky dance floors and bricking it behind the couch, 6-year-old style. If you see yourself in this <i>at all</i>, it’s time to do something about it. Turn and face that strain. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">My Bowie-piphany happened one fateful, unsuspecting day. While dodging the office mice, I hear this tight, hot rhythm section on the Q stereo, followed by an arresting, frightening vocal. The hectic guitar riffs sound better than Foo Fighters’ latest, the title track grows more dystopian than Joy Division, the lyrics – something about a European canon – are more spacy and <i>insane</i> than even Muse. I’m finally hearing Bowie’s 10<sup>th</sup> album – Station To Station for the first time. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">While editing the reissue review, I’m discovering that, long before juggling crystal balls surrounded by Jim Henson puppets, David Bowie recorded this album under the influence of red peppers, milk and cocaine <i>exclusively</i>. He has no recollection of how this LP came to being. Given the circumstances, he was out of his intergalactic mind. So much so he wasn’t even <i>him</i>, he had appointed himself the Thin White Duke. I wash down some M&S carrot crudités with chocolate Yazoo thinking, This behaviour is absolutely more rock’n’roll than Kurt Cobain, Rihanna and Marilyn Manson put together. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">Over the next 40 minutes, I hear gut-wrenching ballads, delicious pop, heavy rock, foot-stomping funk, disco – all in an album of <i>six </i>songs. I cast aside my double-CD version of Lady Gaga’s one-and-a-half-hour, 22-track <i>debut</i> album, shrieking THIS IS AMAZING! Soon enough I’m telling everyone “DAVID BOWIE’S AMAZING! Also, check out this film Star Wars. I’d say – cult classic.” Don’t even get me started on the art, the hair, the outfits. Up until this moment in time, I’ve been seriously visually impaired. What am I saying? I’ve been <i>blind</i>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">Now converted, I’m all about the Bowie – Aladdin Sane, Ziggy Stardust, Hunky Dory, Young Americans… I realise there’s nothing stopping me from being Elton John, Mick Jagger and Lou Reed at once. <i>Everything</i> makes sense where it didn’t before (Mika, at least). Station To Station is one of the most exciting records I hear in 2010, and it landed in 1976. I can’t frickin’ wait for all the Bowie I’m yet to discover. There’s so much in the Bowie Canon of Amazing, I never need to worry about running out… </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">Or so I think until David Bowie’s biographer – Paul Trynka – nukes me with an A-bomb: Bowie’s off to sit in his armchair, watch Countdown and eat baked beans on toast till the end of days. And deservedly so – God only knows the guy’s influenced nearly everyone who’s succeeded him in the charts. He’s even influenced the people who influenced him. <i>Well</i> impressive. But here’s hoping he’ll do a Jay-Z, following this announcement with several albums, a global hit a la Empire State Of Mind, a Glastonbury headline slot and the biggest musical collaboration since Madonna kissed Britney.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">As he once profoundly stated: “Time may change me/But I can’t trace time.” Check out these five tracks below and prepare to have your mind abducted by an artist who transcends time, space and cosmic universes…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">1.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">Ashes To Ashes. Unfortunately once sampled by Samantha Mumba, this electro gem is felt all over Duran Duran, Hurts and La Roux’s In For The Kill. Bowie scored a Number 1 here with a single he described to NME as, “a popular nursery rhyme about space men becoming junkies.” How quaint.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">2.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">Drive-In Saturday. A doo-wop, Christmas-y number about watching porn. Morrissey loves a bit of it, he even did his own version despite the fact Bowie’s no longer a vegetarian. I know – Morrissey actually liking something, it must be better than… well anything really. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">3.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">Moonage Daydream. From Ziggy Stardust, this rock behemoth of a song really is quite mental. It’s merely one track on a concept album where the messiah is an alien who does a lot of drugs. One-hit-wonders Babylon Zoo may as well have called Spaceman – We Love You Bowie. This is four minutes and 35 seconds that form the blueprint for Lady Gaga’s career. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">4.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">Oh You Pretty Things. One listen of the Beatles-y piano pop melody and Bowie’s falsetto and there you have it: the invention of Britpop. Indeed Blur, Pulp and, in turn, Franz Ferdinand, Scissor Sisters, Wild Beasts and Muse owe their life to this classic from 1971’s Hunky Dory. Brett Anderson? You’ve got some explaining to do…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">5.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: small;">“Heroes”. Written by Bowie and Brian Eno, the title track from his so-called “Berlin era” was influenced heavily by Neu! Dark, brooding, experimental electronica, The Killers, LCD Soundsystem and New Order live between the synths.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697456507556181282.post-41931168425433894832011-08-10T12:37:00.002+01:002011-08-10T12:46:26.396+01:00Earth To Madonna – A Telecommunication<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCV4Cx8RqeY83eYT9nsSfAgWgMAYUNFdMCSi832nAfg4ld7kMFDvdS5maw5NKJjkJ1i74N90bP_6eoJrJlJ_R0UTJg89vAiKTaZFonv3c8AI8ZZhw0F83scIFpw3IUzDKVWcPiVmz_srk/s1600/Ray%252520ofLight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCV4Cx8RqeY83eYT9nsSfAgWgMAYUNFdMCSi832nAfg4ld7kMFDvdS5maw5NKJjkJ1i74N90bP_6eoJrJlJ_R0UTJg89vAiKTaZFonv3c8AI8ZZhw0F83scIFpw3IUzDKVWcPiVmz_srk/s320/Ray%252520ofLight.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">…Hello Madonna … It's me... Downward dog once if you can hear me… You came to me in ’98 via MTV’s plays of Frozen… you had henna squiggles on your hands, crows bursting out your chest, and a winter coat that transformed you into a dog… You were on a beach playing some sort of contorted version of Twister by yourself… You never cracked a smile… Must’ve been all those puy lentils for breakfast… </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I was mesmerised. I was scared shitless. You the Maleficent to my Sleeping Beauty, I pricked my finger on my plastic CD cover of Ray Of Light and fell into an eternal slumber, entrapped by your pop genius; your own brand of holistic mumbo jumbo communicated via Eastern hums and foreign tongues, which I have never mastered but attempted to with religious obsession… You led me to the discovery of hummus. In Sainsbury’s. It was amazing…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Ever since the Queen of Pop turned World of Witchdoctor, Madonna and I have had telepathic communicative ability. I knew it all along. Now I have proof. Just weeks ago I was reminiscing about how much I love Ray Of Light’s producer William Orbit. It started with the new Washed Out album, the opening ocean-skimming beats of which recalled in my erudite mind the work of, erm, All Saints. It may be a genre-defining, paradigm of the latest hipster movement, yes. But it’s so almost a carbon copy of 2000’s second biggest hit single Pure Shores, which Orbit produced for the Appleton sisters, Melanie Blatt and whatsherface. Had Danny Boyle yet to direct The Beach, this Washed Out song would be a soundtrack contender. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">One trigger leads to another. I’m compiling playlists, lining up Blur’s 13 on repeat, whiling away office hours revisiting Ray Of Light and Orbit’s remix of Barber’s Adagio For Strings. Yes! Here I am! Going into William Orbit! All this replenished capacity for beach-friendly electronica and Karmic pop chanting has me feeling guilty about missing three weeks of Ashtanga yoga, fearful I no longer own a red Kabbalah ribbon (my piece of string got lost in the fell-down-a-loo incident of 2008). I go hunting in my stash of travel sewing kits for red thread but find maroon. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Regardless of my misplaced spirituality, Madonna must have intercepted my Orbital-y signals. Obviously, as the internet on Sunday claims that Madonna and Orbit may reunite on a new record. I know what you’re thinking – 2011’s Most Influential In Music list has got my name all over it. Yet, I’m not sure whether my telepathic tips were such a good idea. Madonna’s misinterpreted what the (Buddhist version of) hell I was doing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Sitting in a vegan hippy joint in Camden, I consider my reaction. There are shots of wheatgrass for sale; invigorating, earthy, weird. Hemp and incense surrounds the dreadlocked, multi-coloured, knit-wearing community. They look a bit 1998. The days when Rabbi Madge was trying to repopularise the Star of David are behind us. Richard Dawkins is the new religion, the recession is anti-bottled water/pro-meat casseroles, and yoga’s something you do on a Wii Fit… in front of a telly. William Orbit-era Madonna, while once ahead of the game, now redolent of time and place. It’s not even “vintage”; it’s moth-eaten.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">See, Madonna’s not like other women. She doesn’t need to do a spring revisit to the wardrobe and inspect yesteryear’s garments for potential trend comebacks. Madonna didn’t go sifting for shoulder-padded jackets when, in 2008, La Roux took a ride on the Tardis to the year 1987. Madonna isn’t today looking at Nirvana t-shirts in Urban Outfitters exclaiming, “Thank Goa, grunge is back in – I’ll dig out my Doc Martens and see if Shirley Manson wants to come round for tea.” No. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Madonna is about reinvention. She takes the great morsels of bygone eras (Marlene Dietrich, Andy Warhol, Abba…) and mutates them into something state-of-the-art, contemporary. What is Madonna if not the avant-garde pioneer of popular culture; the commercially viable Yoko Ono? What’s to say this re-partnering isn’t an instance of a revival we only have room for in our wildest dreams? Vanilla Ice, the Wispa, EastEnders’ Dirty Den, The (New) Cars… Next in line of awkward comebacks is Madonna, spinning Cream Ibiza Classics in the kitchen, scouring for RyanAir deals to Balearic seas. Just as coffee tables don’t need a second helping of the Sex book, the world can’t require more Madonna above a highway, braless and dancing convulsively, shaking her beaded Herbal Essences curls to trance beats. Not now. Not ever.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Madonna! Telekinesis me now. Stop gatecrashing my iTunes trips down memory lane. Time to get ahead of the curve again. “Madonna secures guest vocalists The XX and Warpaint. Inside the Haus of Gaga. Relocated to the set of The Dark Knight Rises.” This is the sort of Biblical headline I want to read. You have many reincarnations yet to explore. Here are some humble suggestions…</span></div><ol start="1" style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-US">Madonna surfs “Chillwave”</span></i><span lang="EN-US">: If Washed Out also screamed William Orbit at you, bite the bullet and bag the new genre’s posterboy himself – Ernest Greene. Also dubbed Glo-Fi, the Chillwave movement offers the Donnie Darko superpower of time travel. Exist in 1980 and 2011 simultaneously and defy time and space. It’s like Polaroid gone digital. (New merchandise alert!). </span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-US">Madonnicana</span></i><span lang="EN-US">: Bon Iver would like to invite you to a log cabin to toast some marshmallows and reminisce about your past loves. Herein lies potential for fashioning accessories out of wood, popularising bearskin caps (strictly faux) and becoming the first ever female popstar with a full beard. Beautiful Razor… coming to a future Twilight soundtrack.</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-US">M-androgyny</span></i><span lang="EN-US">: See if Prince wants a revolution, call Jack White, grab your Gibson Les Paul and Slash hat and start shredding Led Zeppelin IV. Alison Mosshart was Best Man at Kate Moss’s wedding and Lady Gaga looks like Al Pacino on her new single sleeve. You know what it feels like for a girl, time to know what it feels like for a rock God. Bender that gender.</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-US">Freakfolk Madonna</span></i><span lang="EN-US">: Join Animal Collective, MGMT, Twin Shadow and Ariel Pink and get your twee on. Fuse any sort of sound together (the more household objects/old Nintendo effects the better) in a psychedelic jam of newer age hippy proportions. Hunker down in Brooklyn, NY with the Hasids and wackos who gaze at their moccasins through non-prescription glasses.</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-US">Dubstep-onna</span></i><span lang="EN-US">: Burial, Four Tet, Magnetic Man and James Blake provide the urban sounds of nocturnal London, deserted tube stations and abandoned donner kebabs. It’s difficult to dance to, but who needs a leotard when you can seduce the masses at <span class="st">138 </span><i><span style="font-style: normal;">beats per minute</span></i>? Human nature, innit.</span></li>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697456507556181282.post-59369673601733721042010-08-11T15:12:00.000+01:002010-08-11T15:12:09.240+01:00Expendable-ish<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4m6cakHCAoD2YH2GX_s2p6nO3ZAQx_FOWRiAGxIujskRJ0_XLOMDr2qpgqydHpMNvt6S2IcGIyGegijq_XwEOlUGNflReJiKlD_Nw_wDIGJyoJtPR6a4xEgp8EZGrBpEbzDEXq560xE/s1600/Arnold-Schwarzenegger-Sylvester-Stallone-Bruce-Willis-the-expendables.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4m6cakHCAoD2YH2GX_s2p6nO3ZAQx_FOWRiAGxIujskRJ0_XLOMDr2qpgqydHpMNvt6S2IcGIyGegijq_XwEOlUGNflReJiKlD_Nw_wDIGJyoJtPR6a4xEgp8EZGrBpEbzDEXq560xE/s320/Arnold-Schwarzenegger-Sylvester-Stallone-Bruce-Willis-the-expendables.jpg" /></a></div><b>The Expendables</b> knows exactly what it is: pure action entertainment. As Jaz found out at last week's pre-release screening, the plot is somewhat… expendable. Certain scenes, however, notably the showstopping <b>Willis/Schwarzenegger/Stallone</b> face off (worth the price of entry alone), are borderline spoof but nevertheless hilarious. Beyond the exhilarating explosions and the sheer physical brute of supporting man <b>Jason Statham</b> is the unfathomable prospect of so much mega moviestar muscle on one screen. As entirely one dimensional as <b>Dolph Lundgren</b>’s acting, but nevertheless a thrilling ride: <b>Space Cowboys</b> on anabolic steroids.<br />
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Jaz<br />
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xxUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697456507556181282.post-86141354249315983322010-05-28T14:45:00.001+01:002010-05-28T14:45:30.290+01:00Sex And The City 2 - Fashions Fade; Style Remains<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzQ5L3ZV9DW8Bbtl6CmMS70L9xAxjdAARqMWe5DGGG4ivmlUWQBmbZmjmMCDDye5UUzDhTxyAi0HFnZApB4aFd-9MaNeg2jtvcBsGTngqXdMcg_pQyYqggDn8RRgeH7kJLwsmmaMEE-s/s1600/sex-and-the-city-htb-420x354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzQ5L3ZV9DW8Bbtl6CmMS70L9xAxjdAARqMWe5DGGG4ivmlUWQBmbZmjmMCDDye5UUzDhTxyAi0HFnZApB4aFd-9MaNeg2jtvcBsGTngqXdMcg_pQyYqggDn8RRgeH7kJLwsmmaMEE-s/s400/sex-and-the-city-htb-420x354.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>It may not have been <b>Times Square</b> but Jaz was certainly in a New York state of mind last night. Mind the schmaltz and cliché. You’ll have to if you go and see <b>Sex And The City 2</b>. Although momentarily enjoyable for any fan (especially a fan with tickets to the Leicester Square, London premiere and access to unlimited amounts of <b>Moet</b> champagne and strangely… <b>Kinder</b> Buenos?!), it’s safe to say that this sequel is almost a parody of the once forward-thinking, trend-defying US series. <br />
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It opens with a hoot of a gay wedding. Totally over the top it’s like a <b>Graham Norton</b>/<b>Andrew Lloyd Webber</b> version of <b>Fiddler On The Roof </b>ratcheted up to 11 on the camp-ometer. The sight of <b>Liza Minnelli</b> doing her own side-splitting rendition of <b>Beyonce</b>’s Single Ladies is inspired. By the look in Minnelli’s eyes it seems she can’t quite believe it herself. But really, that level of <i>meshugge</i> can’t be beat. And therein lies one of many problems. From then on, the gags just can’t match. The laugh is, in Samantha Jones terminology, too hard too soon. <br />
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More to the point, it may not be a surprise that ole wacky Liza is game for a giggle and some self-mockery. After all, she is starting to look just a tad short of a full shilling; let’s hope she wasn’t actually a consolation prize for the real <b>Beyonce</b>. But it is a colossal shock that the powerhouse core four are so willing to become slapstick versions of the sophisticated, multi-dimensional and downright inspirational personas that formerly ruled the small screen. <br />
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Take <b>Miranda Hobbes</b>: in order to become markedly more attractive and “fun” she must first give up the day job as a lawyer. Career women are boring and ugly? Now there’s something none of us ever want to face up to. <b>Carrie Bradshaw</b>: the eternal slave to fashion and “single girl” has by her own admission swapped clothes shopping for furniture investing since becoming Mrs John Preston. Snore? <b>Charlotte York-Goldenblatt</b>: gave up her career to make the perfect family and can’t even manage that without hiring a temptress for a nanny whom she’s convinced Harry may run off with. Risking infidelities for convenience? And <b>Samantha Jones</b>: she got old and spends every waking minute popping pills and swapping moisturizer for pureed yams to maintain her sex appeal. Nobody wants to screw a woman who looks… <i>50</i>? Even <b>Stanford</b> and <b>Anthony</b> want to be together forever – obviously because all gay men just settle for the one gay man they know? <br />
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Are these not the mythical stereotypes Sex And The City so successfully busted and put to bed? Has Sex And The City come full circle? Sex Without The City perhaps. We thought those shoes had been filled by suburbia’s lackluster <b>Desperate Housewives</b>.<br />
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And speaking of suburbia, where is New York in all of this? The Big Apple always felt (alongside <b>Manolo Blahnik</b>) like the fifth lady. Similar to the four girls, however, the City has also been diminished to a substance-less pulp. And that’s when it’s even in sight. Most of this movie takes place in<b> Abu Dhabi</b>. Don’t be misled in thinking that a smart move to pay homage to the luxe brands that are starting to make a comeback now the worst of the recession has passed (SATC’s release may play a part in the timely opening of the new and excessive W1 palais du <b>Louis Vuitton</b>). <br />
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Regrettably as the girls appear over a desert sand dune, it’s like a TV appeal by <b>Primark</b>, not a mirage of majestic style. That Sex And The City-mimicking <b>Debenhams</b> advert that’s currently doing the rounds actually gives stylist <b>Patricia Field</b> more credit than she’s due in this case. Gone is the City and gone is the Fashion. And if you’re looking for the drinks, well this <i>is</i> Abu Dhabi. Apparently “the <i>new</i> Middle East” doesn’t do cosmopolitan (<i>or</i> the cocktail for that matter). <br />
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<b>Michael Patrick King</b> et al worked so hard to master the moments of the show. Now, you can’t help but feel the lack of care to maintain some of its dignity. <b>Aidan Shaw</b> – once great love of Carrie Bradshaw, now another mistake (albeit not a “Big” one). Once bidded one last fond farewell by Carrie outside a store with a baby in harness attached to his belly, he has become nothing more than a temptation for Carrie in a ridiculous Eastern fantasy set-up that’s less <b>Casablanca</b>, more Aladdin: Arabian Blue Nights, or, to quote Samantha, Lawrence Of <i>My Labia</i>. Yep, that was the best they could do.<br />
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If you ever wondered what happened to <b>George W Bush</b>-isms since <b>Obama</b>’s inauguration we now have the answer. I’m not one for the Politically Correct police but much of the situational comedy here was cut from the same cloth as G Dubs’ Administration. It’s uncomfortable to say the least when sex mad Samantha winds up encircled by traditional Arab men watching her scrounge around on the souk floor collecting the spilled condoms from her broken <b>Birkin</b>, while she tells them, in a voice once heroic and defiant, “fuck <i>you</i>”. Jests at women in burkhas eating french fries are an uneasy reminder of America’s often monochrome view of world affairs.<br />
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The moral of the story is don’t meddle with the programme we loved. Because we <i>loved</i> it, with every bone in our body. And as the girls took one last stroll down a <b>Manhattan</b> sidewalk in Season 6 it hurt. Some cried, some mourned, but the programme gave us memories to hold on to forever. Sadly these have now been spoiled by new plot twists and some over-egging of the pretzel. I’d like to say this sequel is a must for any fan but the spinning of the Sex And The City yarn is failing to convince. To call on an old classic piece of fashion advice: sometimes less is more.<br />
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Jaz xxxUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697456507556181282.post-15164826230462331532010-05-06T16:19:00.002+01:002010-05-06T16:20:38.734+01:00We thought we were mad but then we met... Paloma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hl_BSuQk4MeZEIiYZOWrtQm9TvNx87Yh_23JzRTjR-G3HE5tFZSfNFfg10400mUdxZXyij_ydScRrOrZhKqYOPajhJNPHFFcytxMn8NVE2dqzot5JYAsnNP-5HKCzolPf9boktNK12I/s1600/IMG_3431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hl_BSuQk4MeZEIiYZOWrtQm9TvNx87Yh_23JzRTjR-G3HE5tFZSfNFfg10400mUdxZXyij_ydScRrOrZhKqYOPajhJNPHFFcytxMn8NVE2dqzot5JYAsnNP-5HKCzolPf9boktNK12I/s400/IMG_3431.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><i>"I don't really consider myself to be part of a </i>'thing'<i>. It's not new that women can sing. It's a trend designed by record companies and the only similarity is that we all have the same genitals..."</i> - <b>Paloma Faith</b><br />
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Jaz came across the ultra glamorous Paloma in the least glamorous of locations... the basement below the stage of <b>Glasgow's O2 Academy</b>. We sat at what appeared to be an old school desk scrawled upon with indecipherable messages as Miss Faith considered her pet hates, success to date and slightly<b> Fatal Attraction</b>-esque obsession with one <b>Paolo Nutini</b>. This together with her style consciousness, awkward chuckling and self-criticism rendered her rather normal in the eyes of Jaz. <br />
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The thing is<b> Paloma Faith </b>is not as <i>mental</i> as we were hoping. Just a bit clumsy - which was clear as she made no less than three false starts on one song during that evening's set and struggled to balance an enormous feather carnival headdress atop her crown. All in all, however, the soulful songstress delivers a showstopping theatrical extravaganza, which includes a believable cover of <b>Etta James' </b>At Last, an attempt at <b>The Beatles</b>' You Never Give Me Your Money and a version of <b>Paolo Nutini</b>'s No Other Way which suggests that a duet between these two <b>Jools Holland</b> favourites would probably be a good idea. The full Q interview is at: <a href="http://news.qthemusic.com/2010/05/interview_a_mad_half_hour_with.html">http://news.qthemusic.com/2010/05/interview_a_mad_half_hour_with.html</a><br />
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If you don't catch Paloma's critically acclaimed set at a festival in the next few months she'll be hitting the road again in the UK this winter so get booking now. For more of Jaz's photos of the gig head to our Flickr page: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/boomerangkid/sets/72157623545257353/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/boomerangkid/sets/72157623545257353/</a><br />
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<i><b>"We played five cool barns in Iowa. That one was huge, octagonal and 120 years old. It was incredible." - Local Natives' Taylor Rice </b></i><br />
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For the full interview head over to Q's website: <a href="http://news.qthemusic.com/2010/04/interview_local_natives_monkey.html">http://news.qthemusic.com/2010/04/interview_local_natives_monkey.html</a><br />
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Local Natives' album <b>Gorilla Manor</b> is out now and has seen them compared to <b>Fleet Foxes</b> and <b>Vampire Weekend</b>. Check out their harmonious single <b>Airplanes </b>as performed at Maida Vale for <b>Radio 1</b>...<br />
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P.S. Jaz has also been busy chattering away to <b>Paloma Faith</b> and <b>Ellie Goulding</b>. Coming to a screen near you very soon :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697456507556181282.post-83582535601635975862010-03-22T13:20:00.001+00:002010-03-22T13:22:04.076+00:00Rebel Grrrl!!!<b>Kate Nash LIVE! </b><br />
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<i><b>“I don’t know if I can still play but fuck it!” she shrieks to signal the start of a rather different set, featuring mostly unheard material. If her recent participation in a band called The Receeders isn’t enough of a giveaway, her abrasive yelping on new material from a forthcoming sophomore release confirms that it’s goodbye cutesy ditties, hello riot-grrrl punk. That would at least explain the bold ditching of floral prints for a monochrome bat-winged uniform together with Lego Man bob and lashing of Hollywood red lipstick. It just screams (or rather, shrills) Karen O – and, less fortunately at times, The Exorcist’s Linda Blair.</b></i> <br />
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For the full rambunctious review, head over to <b>The List</b> magazine's website: <br />
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<i><b>"Chris generally hates music. He's pretty bored of it. <i></i> I think he only likes the music he wants to create so he doesn't want to listen to other bands." - Russell Leetch, Editors</b></i><br />
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So <b>Editors </b>- the band who make <b>Les Miserables </b>look like a comedy<b> </b>- have yet to find the cure to their moroseness, then? Shame. We met with the Brummy foursome last week during their latest Academy tour. Their third album <b>In This Light And On This Evening </b>saw the group discover synths and bagged them another Number 1 record. Jaz is still incapable of listening to it with a straight face but the less said of that the better. We'll let the <b>NME </b>review do the talking there: <a href="http://www.nme.com/reviews/editors/10884">http://www.nme.com/reviews/editors/10884</a><br />
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For the full interview head over to Q: <a href="http://news.qthemusic.com/2010/03/editors_interview_in_this_ligh.html">http://news.qthemusic.com/2010/03/editors_interview_in_this_ligh.html</a><br />
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Jaz's photos are to be published by <b>Editors </b>(or their website designers) in the near future so for copyright reasons we will not direct you to them now. Suffice to say their appearance hasn't suffered as drastic a makeover as their music. Jaz also cannot post anything from <b>In This Light And On This Evening</b> (and not for copyright reasons). Here is <b>Bullets </b>- the highlight from their debut album: <br />
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That'll be why she's bagged a producer in <b>Marcus Mumford</b> (of <b>M&S</b> - the band, not the supermarket chain) and pinched <b>Ed Harcourt</b>'s piano for country epic lead single <b>When The Night Kills The Day</b>... coming to a television finale of <b>Grey's Anatomy</b>/<b>One Tree Hill</b>/Other Hypersensitive US Sitcom soon. She may get journalists coining her as a <b>Janis Joplin</b> meets <b>Karen Carpenter</b> type but Jaz bets you never heard either of them remixed to dubstep delight. Hurry over to RCRDLBL asap to download the Stuck remix:<br />
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For more info on Pritchard including gig dates visit the mighty MySpace: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/laurenpritchardmusic">http://www.myspace.com/laurenpritchardmusic</a><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Transcend space and time and join MGMT on a psychedelic spiral odyssey... Alternatively </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">download the track for free at <a href="http://www.whoismgmt.com/"> www.whoismgmt.com</a></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Or if you're running low on iPod space you could just stare at this for a few minutes for similar sensational vibrations... </span><br />
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In case you've yet to hear us banging on about how marvellous it all is that<b> Groove Armada</b> have taken a leap into the night and rediscovered the '80s and <b>Roxy Music</b>, Jaz shall hammer the point home once more for your benefit. We met with <b>Tom Findlay</b>, one half of the Superstylin' duo, to bond over our mutual Manchester alumni status while discussing the dark times that influenced their bold redirection, the celebs they've been rubbing shoulders with ahead of <b>Lovebox </b>and the <b>Sugababe </b>who never took up their offer of a second date. Oh the tribulations of being a superstar DJ.<br />
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Check out the full interview: <a href="http://news.qthemusic.com/2010/03/interview_with_groove_armada_r.html">http://news.qthemusic.com/2010/03/interview_with_groove_armada_r.html</a><br />
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And why not listen to the <b>Will Young</b> featuring album closer History while you're at it:<br />
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Now on album number two Fire Like This, which was released last Monday, this terrible twosome have been sneaking their way into Zane Lowe playlist territory (and strangely River Island's instore soundtrack; Jaz evidently took the wrong detour on a recent shopping spree). Here they are keeping it simple with the non mood-enhancing but nevertheless thrillingly raw <b>Light It Up...</b> <br />
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P.S. If the above is of interest, it may also be worth digging out your yellow smiley face hoodies for <b>Courtney</b> <b>Love </b>whose touring the UK with the "re-formed" <b>Hole </b>in the Spring. With Love as the only original member, it's not so much a re-formation as an attempt to take a leaf out of the <b>Sugababes </b>authoritative book in how to flog a dead horse...<br />
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On that note, we leave you with a modern classic: Stillness Is The Move by <b>Dirty Projectors </b>from last year's Bitte Orca. Absolutely sublime - even <b>Beyonce</b>'s sister <b>Solange </b>is a fan...<br />
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Jaz x <br />
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If, dreading a long arduous train journey, you went to the autobiography section of your nearest <b>WH Smith</b> ten years ago, you'd maybe be looking at <b>Nelson Mandela</b>, <b>Audrey Hepburn</b>, potentially moaning <b>Morrissey</b>. Don't get us wrong, it doesn't strictly have to do with age: what valuable tidbits can we <i>really</i> be learning from <b>Lulu</b>, for instance (besides the latest 2-for-1s from Morrisons)? But the former had substantial stories to tell and not just a fast buck to make. Much like <b>Greatest Hits</b> album, autobiographies no longer signal the swan song in a person's career. So, think before you breathe that sigh of relief as your eyes pass over the latest chapter in the <b>Katie Price</b> saga.<br />
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Sure, Dizzee has apparently had a difficult upbringing, but will that enrich our experience when grinding like muppets to hits such as <b>Bonkers</b>, <b>Dirtee Cash</b> and <b>Dance Wiv Me</b>? Next time we rap along to <b>Holiday</b>... <i>I know you're really busy and I know you've got plans/But are you really too busy for a sun tan</i>... knowledge of the fact that Dizzee once got stabbed on vacation in Cyprus is sure to get our summer juices flowing. Really Dizzee, could you not have just gone on <b>Piers Morgan</b>'s Life Stories instead? <br />
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Jaz x<br />
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If the name <b>Music Go Music</b> wasn't indication enough, this collective are digging disco, baby. And <i>good</i> pastel-coloured, psychedelic, one-stop-voyage-to-heaven disco at that. The debut album <b>Expressions </b>will be arriving in April. Previous single <b>Warm In The Shadows</b> comes over all <b>Blondie </b>Atomic meets <b>ABBA </b>Voulez-vous. Go on, have a listen. We won't tell ;)<br />
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Now, where <i>did </i>we put that Afro wig...<br />
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<i><b>"I in true Glaswegian fashion made the error of shooting my mouth off about a homegrown beardy Scottish collective called Frightened Rabbit only to stand bruised and bashful as six stylishly clad Brooklynites took centre stage under the <i>nom de plume White Rabbits</i>. Seriously, what the buck teeth is that all about?"</b></i><br />
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That's right. The suffix Rabbit is due to overcome the ampersand and quite possible the 'The' as most popular requirement for rockgroup christenings. To help you correctly distinguish between <b>White Rabbits</b> and <b>Frightened Rabbit</b>, Jaz has written a full rant-fueled guide over on Who's Jack:<a href="http://www.whosjack.org/?p=4543"> http://www.whosjack.org/?p=4543</a><br />
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Also useful are the following visual aids:-<br />
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Exhibit A: White Rabbits with <b>Percussion Gun</b> from second album <b>It's Frightening</b>...<br />
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Exhibit B: Frightened Rabbit with <b>Swim Until You Can't See Land </b>from third album (just released on Monday) <b>The Winter Of Mixed Drinks</b>...<br />
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Be safe...<br />
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Jaz x<br />
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A brilliant day of Tweeting with <b>Ellie Goulding</b>, going out for <b>sushi</b>, catching <b>Michael Cera</b> <i>and</i> <b>Steve Buscemi</b> in a side-slapping movie (<b>Year In Revolt</b>) was this evening perfectly topped off with a soul-swelling experience watching <b>Mumford & Sons</b> play their biggest date ever. Does it get better than that?! Well, yes actually. Jaz can now share with you the one, the only... <b>La GaGa</b>! She came, she saw, she conquered...<br />
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<i><b>Seriously, why debate the merits of introducing sex education in primary schools when you can escort your child to watch a former burlesque performer cavort around a Warhol-inspired backdrop of multi-coloured dildos singing lines like “Inject me… I like it rough… take a bite of my bad girl meat”? ‘What’s that mummy?’ is not a question easily avoided when you’re staring a 50-foot projection of a leather-clad gimp in the face.<i></i></b></i> <br />
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... and she's in full review on Who's Jack:<a href="http://www.whosjack.org/?p=4496"><u> </u>http://www.whosjack.org/?p=4496</a><br />
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Enjoy - we know we did!<br />
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P.S More from <b>Mumford & Sons</b> to come. And don't worry - we haven't forgotten about that <b>Groove Armada</b> interview... we were just too busy trying to catch a certain <b>Marcus Mumford</b>'s eye.<br />
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Single <b>Generator Second Floor</b> from debut album <b>Weathervane</b> is set to land in the UK on 22 March. It comes courtesy of the same people who gave us glorious first releases from the assured talents of <b>White Lies</b> and <b>Mumford & Sons</b>.<br />
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For more information head over to the mecca of MySpace: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/freelancewhales">http://www.myspace.com/freelancewhales</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Jaz has had a long day coming down from the synonymously euphoric and energy-sapping experience of <b>La GaGa</b> last night - not to mention the interview also squeezed in beforehand with <b>Groove Armada</b>. But stumbling around the office-come-boudoir of BOOMeranKid HQ, we find material for a worthy post. Jaz has come across a relic of the past: a copy of once greatly adored and much missed glorious glossy,<b> The Face</b>. What was once a magazine of iconic covers and <i>au courant</i> material that would put <b>i-D</b> to shame is now but a distant memory. The publication's last appearance was in the spring of 2004. We say it's time to make a call to arms: <b>Bring Back The Face</b>! For starters, what other magazine does front <i>and </i>back covers?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">P.S. Jaw-dropping GaGa and legendary Groove Armada to come tomorrow :) But for now check out some cheekily snapped GaGa photos over on Flickr.</div><br />
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Tonight, my leisurely flicking provides great comfort as I land on regular columnist <b>Jessica Brinton</b>'s PLT page (<b>People Like Them</b> to the soon-to-be-conformed). Herein always lies a review of what's been going on in celebrity circles. It would appear that at one star-studded party recently was <i>un</i>-funny man <b>James Corden</b>, pictured with Andrew Flintoff <b><i>"and friend"</i></b>. Immediately I react with genuine sympathy: Precisely Jessica! - these situations require tact and feigning ignorance is often better than mistaking one semi-famous cretin for another semi-famous cretin. Jessica must have suffered the same confusion that Jaz reported on Friday (http://boomerang-kid.blogspot.com/2010/02/separated-at-birth.html) post-viewing the latest episode of <b>Skins, </b>wherein the cameo appearance of <b>Bez</b> was most troubling due to his apparent relation as long lost twin to regular Skins actor <b>John Bishop</b>. Here pictured is either Bez or John Bishop. Who knows? The only sure thing is that Jessica and Jaz are on the same wavelength, which clearly makes Jaz eligible for employment at the Bible's HQ now, doesn't it?<br />
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Then, in typical fashionably-late style, Jaz is invited via e-mail this Friday past to watch her Gaga-ness. Despite prior rejection, Jaz throws aside any pride and self-respect and laps up the offer like a thick, tongue-waggling puppy dog. Now we must cover both <b>GA </b>and <b>Gaga </b>in approximately four hours. Already it's causing much anxiety: Jaz jump-starts this morning with a premonition of stumbling over mispronunciations of Groove Ar<i>gaga</i>, quoting "I'm a free bitch baby... shakin' that ass", and co-ordinating an outfit at once chillout sophisti-cat and bizarr-o <b>Glamorama</b>...<br />
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Stresses aside, Jaz is surprised to learn that <b>Groove Armada</b>'s latest album is only just hitting the shops tomorrow. Our promo copy of <b>Black Light</b> has been on loop since December. And, before you ask, Jaz hasn't descended into tragic, middle-class, generically soundtracked dinner party territory. This really is a <i>very </i>exciting release. In fact, you won't even recognise the House-bestselling, advertisement-monopolising duo. This time they've swapped <b>Mutya </b>for<b> Empire Of The Sun</b>'s Nick Littlemore, <b>Will Young</b> and <b>Roxy Music</b>'s legendary <b>Bryan Ferry</b>. Think dark, think '80s, think... guitars?! One highlight is lead single and soulful spirit-lifter, <b>I Won't Kneel</b>. Enjoy the lie-in fishies...<br />
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The as-yet-unreleased second album <b>Crayon Full Of Colour</b> is chronically titled but intriguingly produced by ex-<b>Suede </b>man <b>Bernard Butler</b>. Taken from it, the screechy razor-edged guitars and still screechier blood-stirring shrills of <b>I Just Love You More</b> owe less to her boyfriend's band and more to a certain collective from across the pond. The track is in the identical vein of the far superior be-bobbed, and Most Exalted Goddess of all things alternative, <b>Karen O</b>. Having heard little else of the album yet, Jaz is reluctant to comment overall but would suggest you just dig out last year's <b>Yeah Yeah Yeahs</b>' effort <b>It's Blitz</b> which was a no-brainer for our Best Of 2009 list and sets the standard probably <i>far </i>too high for such aspiring female art-rockers.<br />
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Most confusion, however, stemmed not from that, nor from <b>Effy</b>'s sudden overnight diagnosis of psychotic depression, but from the fact that <b>Effy </b>and <b>Freddie </b>treat their friends <b>Emily </b>and <b>Katie Fitch</b>'s father like they've never met him before. Granted, the two plastered love birds<b> </b>are always mashed, gurning, baked, chewing their faces off, toking marijuana and dropping acid 24/7 (but in a totally non-lethal, still-living-with-parents, going-to-school way), and <b>Father Fitch</b> looks like he's having a bit of an off day, it's hard to imagine they could treat him like they have <i>no </i>idea who he is. My constant bewilderment as to the sheer discourtesy of some youngsters in <b>Bristol </b>means the episode is completely lost on me. Seriously, how rude... <br />
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Slowly it becomes clear. Stand-up comedian <b>John Bishop</b> who plays Father Fitch (he's anything but a priest - or a Bishop - Jaz just doesn't recall his first name) is not this man. This man is ex-<b>Happy Mondays</b> baggy nutter <b>Bez</b> who has very few acting skills (or skills of any kind) but possesses an unnerving likeness to the man Bishop. Was this a cheap trick by Skins' producers to make the audience feel utterly off their heads too, or is Jaz just going completely b-a-n-a-n-a-s? <br />
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P.S. <b>MTV </b>is planning an Americanised version of <b>Skins</b>. <i>*Yawn*</i><br />
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That's right, <b>Hot Chip</b> have returned and continue to set the bar high for alt-dance indietronica with their fourth album <b>One Life Stand</b>. Jaz first came across these bespectacled eccentrics as relative unknowns supporting dominatrix-era <b>Goldfrapp </b>(then Queen of electro) in 2005. It was love at first blip (or bleep). For dancing synths à la <b>William Orbit</b> circa Barber's Adagio For Strings, and <b>New Order</b>-style dark romance with an uplifting sentiment, check out <b>I Feel Better</b>. Jaz best not inform you that this track is oddly reminiscent of <b>Madonna</b>'s La Isla Bonita. Oops...<br />
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Before they played a straight-to-the-point, short and punchy set comprised of material from their eponymous debut and their earlier album under a much-maligned previous bandname, <b>The Muslims</b>, the foursome revealed their affections for hip hop, <b>Barry Manilow</b> and <b>Prince</b>. When it comes to their own three-chord garage punk sound, though, their motives are completely non-political:<br />
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<i><b>"We're all about simplicity. I think it's partly by necessity. I can't really do much musically, so it's gotta be simple."</b></i> <b>- Matt Lamkin</b><br />
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For the full interview, which includes analysis of many a California buzz band to listen out for, head on over to qthemusic.com: <a href="http://news.qthemusic.com/2010/02/interview_q_couch_potatoes_wit.html">http://news.qthemusic.com/2010/02/interview_q_couch_potatoes_wit.html</a><br />
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All photos can be found on Jaz's Flickr: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/boomerangkid/sets/72157623501146646/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/boomerangkid/sets/72157623501146646/</a><br />
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I leave you with their ultra stripped-back video for <b>C'Mon</b>:<br />
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