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Uno was the first thing I heard by them and was a hell of an introduction to them, hinting at the operatic egotism that characterises a lot of their stuff (in every way, lyrically, sonically, it was kind of a blueprint for the Muse to come). I didn't like the first album as a whole but fucking hell, Origin of Symmetry was jawdropping and stands up really well a decade later - a near-perfect record.

But the next two records were increasingly bloated and unfocused, and singles I've heard since just haven't made me want to hear the albums, when there are so many other albums out there that I want to hear rightfuckingnow. I haven't determinedly 'turned against' Muse, they've just disappointed me every time they popped up on the horizon. They can play hard to get if they want, and those that are still drawn to them can join in the game. I'm just not interested any more.

and when I got this version I pretty much listened to nothing but this for two weeks. It's a perfect, faultless, flawless record. And the film provides some welcome context.

but I've yet to hear the new record, and would like to. Garbage were one of the first bands I ever loved, and the first gig I ever went to, so I'm still quite attached to them.

I interviewed Shirley once and liked her very much, she was funny as fuck.

Lights Out is beautiful - a really charming, compelling record.

Saw them at Ja Ja Ja a few months back and was delighted with their particular brand of noisiness.

Just a superb band.

to be better than reports so far have said it is. i will buy it today and find out.

i utterly hate what they've done to dominos. live it was my favourite song by them, it always sounded enormous and cataclysmic and nihilistic... as for the single version, 'terrace anthem' is about right. no texture, all the delicious weirdness sucked out of it, even the vocals sound like cardboard. such a shame.. i know people who would love them [noisy? layered? bleak? beautiful? yes please!] but are really put off by that single. it would fucking suck if that's the single that makes them massive and sets the tone for what they produce thereafter, i think it's so far short of what they're capable of.

to begin with, computer at home with hi-fi speakers attached. then normal hi-fi, and more lately, as i was writing the review, my laptop through headphones.

truth be told, i originally gave it a seven, but it was edited down to a six and i think they were right to do so. i like the record but i think if i wasn't a trail of dead fan it would pass me by, and what disappoints me is that i know it - i can't throw this record in people's faces like their other records and say 'you have to listen to this! it will improve your life!'

but for a few exceptional moments, i find it unmemorable.

i fiddled about with the sound numerous times while listening to this record in the past few weeks. i listened to it more times than i can count, because if it wasn't clear, i really wanted to love this record. you're right, it does sound like a juggernaut, but it lacks the certain something that trail of dead at their best have in spades - not a particular sound, just a way of making each sound count. i love the detail on the record, i just don't think it's that well organised or edited, so little of it hits me the way their finest moments - recent or old - do.

i still think it'll sound shit-hot live though, because with their live shows there's a certain survival-of-the-fittest thing going on, where their best qualities tend to fight through and the less memorable bits drown in the chaos anyway.

but can't listen to them now. But yes, they are majestic.

MAGNIFICENT. one of the best things i've seen in a long time.

about MBV at the ICA, I let out a little involuntary cackle. It's undignified and it's doing me no favours.

GOD they were sublime.

half a good album to begin with, plus a couple of other songs not on the album that I quite liked. They then turned into a castrated U2 and their singer spent the rest of his career thus far spinning in dazed circles under some pretty lights, waving his arms about and cooing "ooooh, the pretty lights..."

DiScuss...

a review has ever been published on DiS as an attempt to alter the site's reputation, or that anyone'd be dumb enough to think it could. Lots of writers, lots of differing opinions, kids. D'you think they sit around a table co-writing the reviews? This thread itself should answer that question for you.

Tyondai's sex faces.

since sliced brioche.

is one of the better songs on the record. like it very much. it's very very sugary, but they get away with it where others wouldn't.

oh god! oh god! oh god!

they're actually coming to these shores! oh god!

i assume and hope that's a deliberate pun.

can't wait.

make me cry.

as well as thwarting the touts, it'd save on paper, it'd avoid the trouble of people not receiving tickets posted out to them... i imagine the reason it doesn't happen is most of the ticket companies love to charge you for that bit of paper they send you, and of course the astronomical admin costs involved in having a bunch of envelopes franked and posted.

she didn't last long, did she? [or is she only their face in the US?]

"Ever since label head Jimmy Iovine started dating the lead singer guy of the Pussycat Dolls it became impossible to get him on the phone, so that was a first bad sign."

LOL.

“He's had a great dating record, he just won't have the next TOD record."

LOL, harder.

are a pain. last tube 11.30.

rest of the week, last tube 12.30. plenty time to get saaaf.

that had to hurt. poor love.

people are given the facility to comment on each article for a reason, no? if they choose to use that to complain, fair enough. it's not as though users are asked to bear in mind the whole content of DiS on any given day, each time they post a comment.

interactivity = the DiS model, right?

first two records brilliant, interstate flawed but still half tremendous. only saw them live once, and adored them completely. it saddens me to read this.

come on, waynes! cheer up! make some more stunningly on-the-ball bittersweet records! you can do it...

goddamn band.

i must and WILL see them live.

who's the koko date with?

his band name is fucking silly. i daresay that's the point, but it out 'so-silly-it's-great's itself right back round to 'so-silly-it's-just-fucking-stupid'.

we have got www.myspace.com/dukegarwood and www.myspace.com/georgethomasandtheowls supporting at the london show. which i am reet excited about.

<3 so much.

too long since i've heard stars stuff, too.

because even someone like him, devoid from the very start of anything resembling artistic fuel, will eventually run out of... whatever it is he makes his records from.

thus: the earlier razorlight split, the earlier he makes his three solo records, buys his small island in the south pacific, becomes disillusioned/bored/empty of all inspiration [LOL]/suicidal, and is found dead in his telecaster-shaped swimming pool.

it's the circle of life, honest.

chris 'arms outstretched, i am the second coming' martin.

pretending to be a roadie.

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did anyone see the revolting little shit on that fashion rocks programme? [with her off popworld - not miquita <3 - gurning away]

burbling on about 'creativity' and playing gigs that no-one will forget.

he seems to have mistaken himself for a musician.

aga-a-a-i-ins-s-t th-e-e od-d-s-s-s...

is it actually just a normal chap whose voice they slow down?

i bet he looks like simon pegg and wears blue and beige stripy jumpers.

of us all walking around in the future, speaking with helium voices.

as for the chap who does film trailer voiceovers... his career is over.

i shall be at corsica studios, i think.

are fucking tremendous. I shall be there with bells on.

i listened to the song, while reading the lyrics.

it's ruined for me now. i can never enjoy it again.

bollocks bollocks BOLLOCKS. i hate you all.

i LOVE that this story has this many replies. brilliant.

'evil in the, evil in the evening standard' to me. <3

they really are very fucking good. their album leaves me a bit obsessed. kinda skronky, creepy, frenzied stompy bluegrass/gothic americana. makes me think of men with long beards, few teeth and evil eyes, leaping around a campfire at night while a one-legged man with a fiddle and a dude with a banjo play faster and faster.