musket

Warren Ellis, Martyn Casey,
Jim Sclavunos. So that's three Bad Seeds. Who've been in a band with Cave for years. So it's called a New! Rubbish! Name! cause? well well...

Ah, i'll look somewhere else...

the idea that it'll shrival up and die seams to forsee the loss of interest that people will take in charts. Why should that have anything to do with how it's conducted? Some people will always want to know which cat is fat and go and look, while others will say the don't care and seam not to.

Why Gomez?

no one could have saved Kasabian

not quite enough song... I don't know though. A second listen was different from the first. You, the people seam to have taken Emily to your hearts but it really passed me by, Monkey and Bear, where the orchestration only drowns her sometimes was much more interesting and Only Skin a better song. Her and Van Dyke Parks have different ideas on emphasis, and this sometimes is detrimental, the first time i heard it i thought irrademably so, but maybe not.
There's deffinately a lot of extended word play for the sake of word play, almost resulting in nothing being said sometimes, but that's her way, always has been. Sometimes it does conjure something hard to find.

i attacked her once with a fire extinguisher. i'd never been backstage before. i thought you were meant to.

Is listed here but it's one of his old songs. And hardly a great one.
The man in the picture in the hatt is Matthew Sawyer from The Ghosts who are really great in the way TVPs ued to be.
He's not working with Dan anymore though.

That is some kind of a story. No one cares, it affects none of us- Drowned in Sound, just take this away and make it what alcxxk wrote, liable, ok but at times like this it's ok to miss hear, the worlds so dull you weild the power keyboard

they sadly already are

rrrr...
This is one of my favourite bands and, since they've done some terrible covers of Metalica, NOFX and Weezer and little else in the last 10 years, a bit worrying,.
I hope they can stear themselves back with real ears, but thoughts turn images of desperate middle age men trying to rouse the punka kids one last time, blinded by the words "we're legends and timeless, this is what dreams are made of" flashing in their far off aging eyes as they slush through another empty old song.

How can everyone not see that?
She says things to get a news article and lo and behold... the story barely even adds up, squirels don't taste like chicken, they taste like rabbit, a smokey meat, grey in colour...