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watch The Filth And The Fury - his abhorrence at racism is strongly evident - and weep at how far the mighty can fall.

would get my vote... but really, what IS the Mercury Prize? What does it mean? Who votes for it? Didn't M People win it once? So why should I care?

These are genuine questions, long pondered. Can anyone enlighten me?

could be interesting.

That said, compared to Dirty Pretty Things, watching Carl's fingernails grow would seem like pretty gripping stuff.

once started a thread about my old band with the heading, "Why is Seymour Glass still alive?".

We're friends now.

I have read in quite some time.

without the letter X.

a few top tunes on Evil Heat - especially 'Autobahn 66', that ranks right up there with 'Accelerator' for me. I'm glad they're still around; there's always a chance they'll come up with something mind-blowingly good, out of the blue. If you consider the quantum leaps they've made in the past between albums ('Primal Scream' to 'Screamadelica', 'Give Out...' to 'Vanishing Point'), they could well make another in the FOOOTAAAAAA.

WE ARE MEN FROM THE FOOOTAAAA.

Yes.

Technically, Suede were the first unsigned band to appear on TOTP - their 2 single deal with Nude had expired at the time.

I am the Indie King. Hear me bore.

"coffee-table dross by the likes of Morcheeba and Moloko"? Have you heard the first Moloko album ('Do You Like My Tight Sweater')? Or did you just flick through copies of NME from 1995 looking for lazy comparisons to pass off as your own?

of your life?

to see them doing plenty off 'The Head On The Door', especially 'Push' (my favourite Cure song, it's totally perfect). I'm, like, hella jealous. Dude.

you can stick on eBay and hope to get away with, is it?

Maybe they'll just have a big wank on it and put it back. Bloody goths, they're a menace. I read about them in the Daily Mail.

you're making me moist.

for Emmy The Great to release an album for 3 years now - anyone know of any news?

It's not going to happen.

Hate them.
Hate them.

Kill them.
Kill them.
KILL THEM.

I saw them do 'Rolling People' at Reading 94, so I was pretty disappointed that it wasn't on 'A Northern Soul'. And then really disappointed that the production made it sound lame on 'Urban Hymns'. Ho hum.

I don't actually remember buying it, so it was a nice surprise amongst the horror of the next morning.

"lame. shooting fish in a barrel. plenty of good stuff in that part of london. as if william aren't as derivative as the libertines-type bands that play there.
i saw william and their bassist was cool"

Critical incisors so sharp you can only pity the fool that has to brush them.

put on the biggest gig of all time, perhaps in the middle of the desert, charge £250 per ticket, no support acts, 1 food stall selling foie gras on Ryvita and a thimble of warm, sandy water at £25 a pop, keep the audience waiting until 2 in the morning before flying in by helicopter, play 'Pop Is Dead', then jump back in the helicopter, taking just enough time hovering over the audience to create a mini-sandstorm before buggering off again. And then get the security guards to cover everyone in jam, release the flesh-eating ants and cut the lights.

Something to do, innit?

How rubbish. They're ace.

although as an album it does lack the necessary fireworks to keep you completely thrilled all the way through. But 'History' is terrible. Fucking AWFUL. Those lyrics are utter shit and Ashcroft bleats them out like an aged ewe.

Why on Earth does anyone like this song? Can someone explain it to me please?

Go McFly!

Down the kidz!!!

AWRIGHT!!!!!!!!

with people calling 'History' a classic? It's clearly bobbins. The Gravity Grave video is much more like it:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=4uTOtCQ2djo

Check out how far off his tits Nick McCabe is in the cafe.

but (speaking as a fan) I can't shake the feeling that they hate their fans.

That said, bearing in mind that 99% of "criticism" in the popular music press and amongst their fawning, drooling fanbase has basically amounted to little more than "OMG! OMG! OMG! RADYOHED IS BEST BAND IN HISTREE,TOTLLY RULZ!" since 1997, if I were them I'd probably hate us too.

there's the small factor of the humiliating, desperate scrum to get tickets, pre-registration, having to apply for a Glasto ID, checkpoint Charlie-meets-passport control on the way in... yep, I just reminded myself why I stopped going after 2004.

Hippies? Trust fund cunts? Mud? Edith Fucking Bowman? How about fuck off?

is the reason ticket sales were slow this year is laughable. The fact is: like all festivals and most gigs, it's too expensive. "Alternative" bands aren't charting so high anymore, people aren't quite so prepared to be fleeced rotten due to THE CREDIT CRUNCH WHICH WILL KILL US ALL DEADER THAN BOMBS... and hopefully, things are returning to normal, with perhaps even a modicum of perspective returning to the fold.

I realised earlier today that I hate everyone and everything. Is this normal?

would be even more the dream.

Good chance it would never ever happen, though.

doesn't mean you should. Radiohead's music should be a total sensory experience and you don't get that at the size of gigs they're playing. In my ideal world, they'd do a Clash-style month-long residency at Brixton Academy. They won't, but it would be awesome.

This pointless wishful thinking has been brought to you by a man who lost his 'Anyone Can Play Guitar' t-shirt in 1999 and still cries himself to sleep 9 years on.

in the Leftfield tent. On Saturday, I think. Or maybe Friday. Or maybe I don't care at all.

If you want something TOTALLY BRITISH and TOTALLY SWEET, Jimbob from Carter USM is playing in the Leftfield tent at 12.30am Saturday night, or Sunday morning, depending how you like to look at these things.

would be Amoking.

"I amok in the face of your blasted ban! Bejesus." Mumbled Kevin.

but it feels somehow futile.

Good to see John Fogerty getting his props, though. Gotta love a bit of Creedence.

is keeping the same bands, does this really make a difference to releases, besides the label logo and catalogue number?

he's also done some rather decent drugs.

When Gillespie needs inspiration for lyrics, do you reckon he just leaves his diary open at the same page where, aged 15, he scrawled "Fredom fightaz! Theirs the fukken bollox!" over a Che Guevara postcard in his own pus?

What, as in, "worthless because they don't sell millions of records (yet)"?

Please clarify before I'm forced to throw some kind of lazy "hey, IPC Suckophant boy, shouldn't you be writing for the eNeMEy?" jibe at you. And then BY GOD you'll be sorry and have to prove how indie you are all over again.

when we worked at directory enquiries in Bury St Edmunds in 2003, along with Greg and Neil from The Dawn Parade, in the specially-designed "skint people in bands" section of the call centre.

We had a call from Pete Townsend once. He is deaf.

"Yeeah."
"What from?"
"From people's faces."

:-D

He's okay on record, but live he's possibly the worst drummer (in a "proper" band, anyway) I've ever had to endure. Especially at Glastonbury 2002 - even on mushrooms and vodka, it was embarassing.

a sense of perspective as to the true nature of "success". It's mentally knackering when you're constantly feeling the pressure of having not become superstars, but such pressures are often self-imposed. Reuben produced a fine body of work and had a good number of fans (myself included) who thought they were bloody wonderful. They'll be a reference point for a lot of bands for a long while yet; they've probably inspired a lot more people than they actually realise. And they wrote arguably the greatest Christmas song of the last 20 years, and certainly had the best Christmas video ever.

But I know all too well that when you're stuck in the back of a van living on crisps half the time and chained to a shit job in your shit town the rest of the time, it can be hard to retain any sense of the perspective you need to stay sane. You feel like you've gone nowhere, excruciatingly slowly, forever. While your debts get bigger and bigger.

I wish Jamie, Jon and Guy all the best, and I genuinely hope they'll be back before too long. They are, after all, ace.

Even 'Negative Creep'?

"NO-ONE GIVES A FUCK ABAAHT YA!"

In fact, the message is clear: "buy everything dEUS have ever done, immediately". Except for maybe 'My Sister, My Clock'.

For what it's worth, I think 'Pocket Revolution' is their best album, but I haven't been paid yet so I haven't heard 'Vantage Point'.

Anyone else fancy Rock Werchter?

to Pop Will Eat Itself again and I will hunt you down, nail you to a table and pour glowstick juice over your whimpering face until it dissolves.

Oh, the humanity.

He's a great drummer on record, but he suffers from the same disease as Nick Jago from BRMC when he plays live, ie. he's all over the fucking place.

What we needed was for someone to invent yet another arbitrary accolade, designed mainly to by the company handing it out so as to leech cool from an artist long-established as being uniquely incredible and who needs awards like Beelzebub needs double glazing. Especially seeing as how there's no danger of the World of entertainment becoming sodden with spurious awards, resulting in their meaning and worth becoming diluted to the point where almost no-one outside the media gives a shit anymore.

Or perhaps the double-whammy of the Brits swiftly followed by the NME awards has made my soul curdle on the vine. Who can tell.