jonesy76

By the way: My Generation isn't a record. Its a song that was pressed ONTO a record.

Really. When you get the esssentials right first, the bigger picture becomes easier to understand...

Lets start with guitars. Now. THIS IS A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT.....

Nope. You're right. This bunch are nothing to do with the band that made My generation. Well...except that the guy who wrote it is in this band. Oh...and the bloke that sang it. No. No connection there then....

Of course, I'm being pendantic. But fuck it. The old records are there. If you like them, listen to them. If you don't wish to listen to this - don't buy it! It's fucking simple, really. Me? I love the Who's old stuff and couldn't give a monkeys toss about the new songs. But loads of WHO fans are gonna, so why don't you just let them have something they've probably been waiting for without pissing all over it? There were generations of music fans before you and there will be generations when you're having sweetcorn spooned into your mouth by a home care worker. I'm tired of this 'they're too old' bollocks. I'm 25, but I don't see why that means I have to sit smugly back and bemoan the efforts of anyone over 40. Why? How does that make any sense at all? Just because they were once successful they should now stop, play only the hits or die?

You're the kind of person who probably only started liking Nirvana after the lead singer blew his brains out aren't you?

Sorry, but I'm sick of reading people go through this tired new vs old argument. Its bollocks and its almost always based on arbitrary decisions like: Johnny Cash is cool this week because a film was released about him. The Who are not because Keith Moon is dead.

Next week: A keith Moon biopic is released. The Who are now cool.

Do you need a biopic to tell you what to like???

SHEEP PEOPLE!!!!!

"But I don't like Johnny Cash" you'll argue. Now you're the pendantic one. I bet you like at least one band/musician over 40, whether you admit or not. That makes you a hypocrite.

Music by older musicians has value, as does that made by young. So shut up. Most of all: BECAUSE YOU HAVENT EVEN HEARD THE FUCKING THING!!!!!

Thanks.

I'l play.

I always fancied a gig at the Dymchurch Social Club, Dymchurch.

Why did Mark Lamarr leave anyway? Any reason anyone knows of? It passed me by....

Good artricle. Very interesting. No a tech/muso head meself but this answered a lot of questions that've been swimming around in my brain for a while. ta.

Don't lean on me man.

Gone to seed??? Gone to seed??? GONE TO SEED??? Didn't anybody hear Invincible??? It was absolutely brilli......

...er.....

......I'll fuck off.

Actually, it kind of does. Especially since I have a sneeking suspicion that the physical manifestation of Satan would probably resemble Emma Bunton.

I was in Silversun first and then moved on to theCrash Test Dummies to sing the low part in the MMMMMMMMM chorus.

If you were joking, then I retract any comments that seemed detrimental to you and your band. Its only the apathy towards this kind of shite that gets me irked. The amount of people who'd go out and buy a single by the bloke right now is just scary and we have to make it stop. As long as you and your band go about making good songs and performing with worthy musicians who deserve your respect and will respect you then, brother, we shall have no quarrel.

And if anyone thinks I take this too seriously it's because SOMEBODY HAS TO.

Yes, you HAVE to!!!!! You MUST!

Coz god forbid anyone could rise above this kind of shit for once. No! Better to join in and see what you and your band can get from it! Don't speak out! Don't object! Don't bemoan the fact that this bunch of wasters get a record deal over any one of hundreds of talented, genuine unsigned bands out there plying their trade in indie toilets every night of the week. Nope. Just keep quiet, say nothing, and hope that the rubber-neck crowd that turns up to see 'That One From Big Brother' might pay enough attention to your band that maybe - hey, if you're lucky - YOU can get on a reality TV show TOO!!! And then the dream will come true.

If those are your morals, if this is the stand you make with your music, then do us all a favour and break up your fucking band right now. Coz its meaningless...and you probably even know it.

http://nme.com/news/keane/24029

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Ahem.

I'm really glad this is likely to happen over the next couple of years because the Spice Girls are actually afforded some small level of credibility in some quarters these days (being the nostalgia-driven sheep people we are and because Channel 4 probably put them in the top 5 of some Greatest Bands poll or something). So I'll be more than happy when these talentless old biffers get wheeled out to sing 'wannabe' for the "massive" Wembley Arena crowd of chavs and bitter divorcees because it will finally put the nail in the ridiculous 'The Spice Girls were good' argument that some people have been peddling lately.

They weren't good. You just don't like admitting you fell for the marketing campaign back in good ol' '96 and have been duped by those wacky spicesters ever since. The same way you reach for a Coke out of familiar habit, you'll reach for the inevitable REUNION TOUR tickets. And just as with Coke, you'll be left with a sickly stomach and a bad taste in your mouth when its all over with.

But at least then, when Geri has wiggled her fat arse at us one last time for luck, we can all agree that this band were nothing more than a businessman's late night spunk dream.

I think that you're probably right about that. God knows a cover of the Frog Chorus would be better than their last single....

Indie snobbery? Yeah. That makes sense. God forbid they could just have a different opinion to yours.

"But MTV TOLD me I should like it, mummy! And So did Q magazine! Baa. Baa. Baa."

I just inserted knitting needles into my eyes.

Young, inocent band makes punchy, poppy debut and then fucks it all up by releasing 'heavy', 'serious' and 'shite' second album.

Ash, Subways. Subways, Ash. You two should have a lot to talk about.

The singer looks very "local" doesn't he?

I love the way the last person who posted has signed their message 'Keane Lover'.

Yeah. Because we didn't gather that from the content of the message, did we?

Lots of Love,

Keane Lover Hater.

This band couldn't find darkness even if they looked long and hard into the two souless pits that stare back at them when they look at themselves in the mirror.

Everybody's changing and we don't feel the same.

Except about hating these knobs.

I last night returned from the V Festival where me and my brother led a chorus of people to sing "Is it any wonder got a moon face?" whilst watching Keane perform their latest "pop hit" Is It Any Wonder?. Even though the ammended line didn't make much sense grammatically because we were unable to fit in an 'I've', the V-goers we encountered seemed to very much enjoy the chant and recognised that we were only having a little bit of gentle fun at that ruddy, fat-faced toff with his silly white belt that fronts this maudlin bunch of MOR wasters.

Is it any wonder I went to see whether there were any fit, orange chavettes hanging around the Girls Aloud tent??

Probably alone here, but I think the Smashing Pumpkins were always a better band when they stopped trying to be a heavy rock outfit. The slower, moodier stuff on Mellon Collie is superb, and I feel much the same way about their other records. They have some great 'big' tunes, sure, but Billy Corgan's voice always suits a more reflective mood, in my humble opinion.

One thing I gotta say about this 'reformation' by the way. If Iha and D'arcy ain't involved, it's really just a reboot of the brand rather than the band, ain't it? You wouldn't accept this in certain other quarters:

"Yeah, yeah. I decided to reform the Beatles (TM) by asking Ringo to come play drums while I did all the rest. I even play the triangle on a new ballad which I have called 'One-legged whore from hell'. Its a subtle piece about getting older and wiser....oh...and its about gold-digging. fish-faced hookers, obviously."

YES! ABOUT TIME! ANOTHER BLUETONES ALBUM!!!!!!!

And continuing with our season of upper-case, over-excited statements that one will never, ever hear uttered in real life:

GREAT! ANOTHER 'JUNKIE PETE' HEADLINE!!!! IS FASCINATING

I doubt this release is the record company's preference. I could be wrong but isn't it standard practice for record companies to discourage these kind of speedy one-after-the-other releases? Wouldn't they much rather milk the album for all its worth before confusing the bovine hoards with - shock, horror - a further EP release? Like I said - I could be wrong. I don't work for a record company, afterall. Hence the continued presence on my septum.

Its all good. Him and his band did a Radio Two session last night and it was superb. I've seen him live twice at the Metro on Oxford Street and he's better with a band than without, but then I guesse a venue like that calls for bodies filling out the sound. Its music to drink slowly and get stoned to. And its different. We should thank God for that alone....

he's a witty intervieweeeeeeee too.

Come on. None of this back-and-forth is nearly so important as the fact that little Michael Larrikin looks like Dexter Fletcher of Press Gang "fame". As for the music - its not revolutionary but I don't know why people are getting so irate about this lot as opposed to, say, the Kooks. Why are this bunch the subject of your attacks? Mmmm?

Its because the bass player's fat and has a silly name, isn't it?

Its okay. You can admit it. You're in good company here.

Thank Christ for this review. Obviously I'm not alone in despising this group of no-talent drones.

I've met them and seen them live and - honestly - they've gotta be the most faux, affected musical parasites I've ever encountered. Its like young Peter D swooped down from the great rehab in the sky and regurgitated this filth for a bunch of eager, London mouths that can't keep anything down but the same-old-same-old. Which is an apt analogy really, since The Holloways sicken me to the very pit of my stomach.

Cunts.