thehedge

GBA *sounds* great, Alan Moulder did a masterful job on it. But there's quite a few problems. Firstly, the title. Ironic dig at the detractors? Maybe - but coupled to that dreadful inner sleeve shot of the band looking rather gormless... well. No. Joke backfired, boys. Then there's the songs - or rather a striking lack of them. For every Leave Them All Behind there's a Not Fazed, for every Twisterella a Mousetrap - ie, tarted up jams smothered with "aaaaaaaaah" vocal filler which get extremely grating by the end of side one. Then there's the cover. Where Ride had once dressed their EPs in the coolest of arty sleeves, GBA had a terrible 90s painting of a guy with some fruit and veg on his boatrace. Just. Not. Cool. There's a good 4-5 songs here, but from the high water mark of Leave Them All Behind, this is generally the sound of the tide going out.

Were post-gaze really. NME lumped them in with Verve and Suede in almost a proto-britpop thing. Singer Pete Fjalkowski was pretty animated onstage as well. No footwear gazing from he. I trace the demise of shoegazing to the much-derided failure of Chapterhouse to sell out a second night at the Town And Country club in October 1991. Seems ridiculous now. But from then on, the weekly press sensed that this shoegazing thing was never going to really sell papers and hooked their trailer firmly onto the Grunge bandwagon - neatly coinciding with the release of Nevermind. The New Year 1992 edition of NME carried a multi-page manifesto for grunge from rentagob Stephen Wells and that was that.

Well Dom I missed my chance to contribute last week, but that's not going to stop me having a good old carp from the back this. Stuff like 'Hypocrite' just blatantly isn't 'gaze-era' Lush as any fule kno and should have been firmly dealt with by the proper authorities. It's like describing the White Album as Merseybeat. Or something.

No gaze. And no Boos? Seriously, this list is a bit laughable.

^ this
track 2: the charlatans "do" the Killers.

my head would have been in my hands.

had I not been driving...

ilikemusic: "idiot" is probably too mild a term to describe anyone who appreciates lines like: "What was I doing with that milf? My chin is exhausted, man it was time for filth."

I prefer the description "absolute fucking bone-headed cretin." This could equally be applied to those who base their music taste on the recommendations of Edith Bowman and the N**. Thank you.

No, I simply grow ever more tired of careerist, major label bands affecting some kind of 'grand struggle' ("Ooh, what Tarquin lets release TWO seven inch VINYL singles just like they used to in the olden days! What a spiffing wheeze!), especially when said band are all slumming public school types with an exceedingly large major label advance.

How can you be indie when you're signed to Columbia?

Make me feel as if I've had one.

boom boom

intresing thanks. I know nuffink

"Though Alex Turner continues to be crudely hailed as akin to Alan Bennett"

Isn't one of the songs credited to Turner/Bennett - and another to Turner/McClure? Who are these people - presumably not Alan n Doug of History Boys and Journey to Centre of Earth fame?