josefk

whatever

always tell the truth.

ha

Is it anal cunt?

no foals. NO FOALS.

f. buttons, v. happy.
it's not 2007, but it's a whole lot better now.

kimya dawson writes for the daily star, bangin.

these stupid teaching adverts keep scaring the shit out of me.

before the enemy are revealed as an elaborate hoax, a bit like the moon landing but with less rhetorical polish?

...

the paul simon thing really bugs me. he isn't the only white man with an interest in african music, though you would oft be told otherwise.

some of their songs are a bit dick (that walcot one esp.) but they definitely are getting way more shit from DoS than they deserve.

that nonce from foals said they were really influenced by african music, and noone seems too fussed. (here I normally insert my joke, for one night only: "just because the kele from bloc party is black doesn't make it an african influence").

and you can fuck that blair and all. it's all oil isn't it?

probably would.

or can they just get battles back again? and put them on every night, at about 2am?

someone give him some new garms

you've all said exactly the same thing.

http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y285/thebigdale/?action=view&current=oxford.jpg

pederasty may have been cool in Greek times, and it may have been cool when it was Oscar Wilde, but these days it's all about surrounding yourself with well bred fillys, sitting back with your first hard on in twenty years and wondering what it was about a man's arse you ever found attractive.

SHOT

was aghast to see barbican sold out. was ecstatic to see manchester tickets available today. Ys is ridiculously good, I have no idea how they intend to pull it all off live-how the fuck will she remember all the words? spelunking indeed.

Listen to that first album and count the personal pronouns in the lyrics

"I hope that I"
"I am young and I am lost, you react to my reposte"

etc

seriously it bugs the shit out of me.

this conference has been great tv. autism jokes, booing any reference to europe, organisational cock ups, the return of beloved tax cuts, Norman Tebbit in general...I fucking love the tories.

the jam

I was at a service and the relative had Edith Piaf, non je regrette ne rien. that was cool. as was old man river.

if only there were more songs like On Sussex Downs and less songs like Downing Street Kindling. and more patrick wolf bits. and that Calypso song about michael flatley and beethoven.

but otherwise it's pretty good this.

of the publication and it's abysmal standards...newsom and waits are both miracle workers.

I guess if a reviewer has to resort to words like annoying then it doesn't really bother me.

on the whole they're a useful band to have around in these dark times, they have a fine grasp of metre and rightly pay homage to monsieur rimbaud et al, there is surely no harm in a chorus when it's accompanied by such seductively morbid verses?