Eastern_European_Sex_Tourist

How can you get into this state over someone who CAN'T FUCKING SING?

She plays the harp beautifully, granted.

I did read the review, though never take note of who writes such things. Now that I recognise your name I can see where we have much in common.

Can I ask you; did you ever hear his first single? 'Little Miss Drunk' b/w 'Black Water Child'?

'Black Water Child' is quite extraordinary on that single. It is a think of quiet, dark, devastating beauty. Far, far lovelier than the album version, I would posit.

though it is difficult to argue with your statement.

The differences between Elliot Smith and Fionn Regan is that one is dead and one - on record - has a better voice than the other.

A 'tosser', is he, Aidan78?
You have met him, yes? Or are you also a coward? It is long established that James Blunt's lyrics are hackenyed, cliched and - by most accounts - garbage, but you know he is a 'tosser', do you?
You are safely esconsced in your home, maybe, many miles away from James Blunt. You are able to deride this man and you think that this is acceptable. If you have met the man, let us hear about it.
To all of you, you who decry this man because of his music, I say to you; think before you use such base, vile language. You have not met him, yet you call him 'cunt'. You log onto a message board and vent upon someone and think that this is somehow harmless, that you have a right to say these things. This man has parents and a family and friends who care about him as your friends and your family and parents care about you, yet you think you are able to say these things. I do not know this man yet if you were in front of me and said these things about him I would defend him.

Drowned In Sound; enough, please. If you wish to report the news, then report the news. If you wish to assasinate a man's character, then shame on you, but do not do so under the spurious banner of 'news'. From the tone of your piece, you seem to have a low opinion of The Sun newspaper, yet it is you who calls this man 'cunt'. Has he violently oppresed an ethnic minority or murdered a child? Has he dismembered a 14 year old girl and dumped her body in a ditch? Has he detonated a bomb on a bus full of school children? Has he enterered the home of an elderly man and cut his windpipe in order to secure a small some of money?
What, exactly, is it that this man has done to you?

Sean Adams, you have the authority to do something about this. Enough is enough. There are many bands whose music I loathe and despise, but that is where it ends. This has gone too far. It has gone too far. You people who think that this email is written by a crank, or that James Blunt is not worthy of defending. Imagine he were a member of your family and that, although he recorded music that you hated, he was still - of course - the person that you loved. You read this board and you saw him being torn to pieces, reduced to the level of a rapist, for I have never heard of someone being spoken of in such terms, other than those who have earned the contempt of society.

You should be ashamed, all of you who have written in such terms.

You are cowards.

I am on no such horse. I am someone who has not met James Blunt and therefore have no opinon on his character. You have not met him - though had the chance to - yet have the gall to him a 'fucking gimp' and all these other names. You come onto a forum and say these things about a man that you would not dare say to his face.

You are a coward.

Do any of you people know this man you are calling a cunt? To those who do not know him; do you think you would call him a cunt to his face, given the opportunity?

quick-brown-fox - you say you saw him. You had a chance to speak to him and tell him what you think of him. Certainly, you seem to be most voiceferous on the matter now.

Well now, this just makes your opening paragraph all the more confounding. Since I am not a New Yorker - though a frequent visitor - you have the advantage and I bow to your greater insight.

However, I worry that you are maybe confusing New York with Gotham. Are you maybe confusing New York with Gotham? Your New York bears no relation to the one I dallied and cavorted with last month, and in February and June.

I sincerely hope that I find the New York I left behind intact when I visit again, November, for if I find yours, I will turn 180 degrees and repair from whence I came.

Good day to you.

Go away Raz, and do not patronise me. I do not wish to hear from you. My question was directed toward those other fellows. Go away, lest you begin to irritate me and this thread commences to resemble one which might be found on Drowned In Sound.

I have no interest in your discourse.

I repeat:

"New York City is a tunnel of thieves and vagabonds; a nauseous tale of debauchery told through the medium of billboard advertising and raucous taverns. The smell of angst signals the desperation of the locals to ransack, purge and rape any hint of cultural improvement."

Sean, Crablin, White; are either one of you likely to comment on this unadulterated tripe? I confess I have not read the article, so elevated were my heckles after reading the first paragraph.

[Returns to article. Reads. Does not think it as bad as Anschul, but does not particularly enjoy it, either.]

I am not sufficiently familiar with the work of Hunter S. Thompson to become embroiled in a stramash about White's plagiarisation - or not - of his work, but I insist that someone explains how New York is "a tunnel of thieves and vagabonds" [a tunnel?], a "nauseous... whatever the hell it was..." and what that utter garbage he said about the locals raping cultural improvement means, while he is at it.

If I were a New Yorker I would feel insulted. And confused. However, since I am not a New Yorker, I took the liberty of showing this piece to a New Yorker and she felt insulted. And confused.

"New York City is a tunnel of thieves and vagabonds; a nauseous tale of debauchery told through the medium of billboard advertising and raucous taverns. The smell of angst signals the desperation of the locals to ransack, purge and rape any hint of cultural improvement."

- What in God's name are you talking about?

The only reason I am not trying to find out where you live, White, is because you mentioned The Thermals.

You are welcoming us, congaeel, in the vernacular of the street? Or are you alluding to the afore-speculated relationship?

They are both members of the Fence Collective. Further than that, it is not for me to say, however, it is possible that Violin is aware of some other - more intimate - connection. Violin; are you aware of some other - more intimate - connection?
Perhaps they are gay lovers, or father and daughter.

I was striving for accuracy, Violin, not pedantry, and I thank you for helping me to that end.
However, I reiterate: Confusing Fife with Anstruther is unconscionable and mentioning McCartney in a King Creosote review is nothing short of outrageous.

"Based in his home town of Fife,"
- Fife is a Kingdom, a region. His home town is Anstruther.

"a record as scaled back as this..."
- Accordian, guitar, bass, double-bass, tenor sax, Wurlitzer, Rhodes, upright piano, drums, percussion, cello and so on. A little more scaled up, I should say, than your standard rock four-piece.

"I gave you half my heart, you gave a half-hearted sigh'?
- Negative, Winters: "I gave up half of my heart, and you gave a half-hearted shrug"

"just enough McCartney-esque syrup"
- (shakes head in disbelief)

Still. You seem to like it. Which is commendable.
You are obviously not worthy of the type of fury reserved for Brainlove and his ilk. Which is commendable. You seem to the be the sort of man with whom one might spend a minute or so in polite conversation and, as one departed your company, one might be heard to remark to oneself, "Not the worst minute I have ever spent."

Nothing like Datarock, so you need not concern yourself with bands such as The Subs.

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/record-reviews/d/datarock/datarock-datarock.shtml is as good a place to start as any, shadyadie.

Datarock are geniuses.
I will fight anyone who says otherwise, in London and environs.

And if he is sighted wearing a baseball cap, kill him again.

Put a bullet in this man's head. Slash his throat. Hack into his windpipe. Stab him in the lungs.

I do not care how it is done.

Kill him.

Sir,

I am grateful to you for extending a concillatory hand. I salute you.

I am unable to explain the silence you speak of. Possibly it was a silence borne of awe.

Yes, my comments - given explanation - do not make particular sense and I am not altogether sure how best to explain them. There is something amiss with this band, and I am not at all sure what it is. But there is something amiss.

I am able to dance and sing along and enjoy.

But.

But only to a point.

And at this point, this juncture, I hit a wall. A wall which I am unable to climb or pass around or under in order to fully embrace them, to be - as you suggested - completely moved by them. There is something amiss. Although this may be with me. Regardless, Arcade Fire, as we can see from this thread - and in other quarters - inspire many and this is to be cherished and encouraged and welcomed.

Well, goodnight then, Sir, and may you still be dancing in the morning. May we all still be dancing in the morning.

[sigh]

I was there, yes, and I was close to the front, and I danced, and I sang along to those words which I remembered and still my sentiment, above, stands. Let us not, you and I, Mr. Soul, engage in speculation about the motivations of one another.

I wish Arcade Fire nothing but luck, love and long life.

And the hyperbole continues unabated...

I am delighted, then, to form your opinion for you. See above. You are welcome to use what you need.

A ghastly band. Supported Agent Blue on the night John Peel died. Unless they have improved beyond all recognition since then, they are still ghastly. Appalling. Really, truly vacuous. An empty vessel. Without redemption. Poor musicians with an utter failure to grasp song-craft or structure. No sense of restraint of dynamic. No aptitude for passable lyricism. Advocates of the snarl-over-substance school of thought. Exponents of the rape of the punk ethic. Devoid of originality to such a degree as to make them irrelevant. Bonafide aural garbage performed by eighth-rate clowns.

These gentlemen should indeed be getting more coverage than they currently enjoy. Have seen them thrice of late. Hugely enjoyable, albeit in a dark, claustrophobic way. I have a four track demo in my possession. They give them away after shows. None of this selling demos for them. Better that ten people take a free one away than one having paid £3.

I was once ejected from a venue for attacking someone who was talking during an acoustic act. He and his two friends ignored three very, very polite requests to cease and desist. Their banter was ruining the enjoyment of the show for many citizens present, judging by the shouts in my defence as I was removed from the premises and the bottle which bounced off one of the offender's heads as I was whisked past.

In summation: do not talk at a gig. It is impolite at the cinema, or the theatre, or anywhere else where a performance of some description is being held. Whether or not the performers can hear you jabbering is neither here nor there; someone in the audience can and chances are you will be causing distress.

Additionally, there is nothing 'new' about New Rhodes, and I do not see a Rhodes on stage with them either. They are nothing but imposters.

Quite right too. If you want to talk at a gig, leave the room. There's a band playing.

you missed a treat, you who didn't come. good venue too. Not so tiny. over 200 i reckon