I wonder if one day – maybe as soon as next week – Brandon Flowers will look back on these photos and wonder if they were a wise decision. There’s no doubt the chap can rock a tuxedo, but at what cost to The Killers’ cred?
Check out the rest of the pics here to see what I mean.
If you go to MySpace school, be sure to abide by the rules. In case you can’t read it on the whiteboard because Mr Simpson and Miss Nash are in the way, those rules are:
Mr Simpson doesn’t seem to be taking class too seriously – I bet he’d let you call him “Charlie”, and get his guitar out every Friday afternoon. Miss Nash, though… she looks like harder work. And yet foxy with it, no? Bloody Ironik isn’t even paying attention, and his posture is frankly appalling.
Grace Jones is a shapeshifting chameleon pop weirdo, and for that you must applaud her. She’s looked like varnished wood, she’s beaten up a chatshow host, she’s married Dolph Lundgren. She’s also made some magnificent pop music. Marvellous.
At the Q Awards yesterday she added Q’s Idol award to that list. Not quite as exciting really, but her attendance did a good job of confirming just what a boring load of old duffers Q magazine’s other winners were.
Let’s see what Grace got up to, shall we? Click the image below to kick off the gallery.
[images: Richard Young/Rex Features]
Last week I praised a crew of gentlemen known as Aquasky* for their approach to amusing promotional imagery – see what I’m on about here.
Following the publication of that post, I was disturbed to receive a further image from the same photo shoot illustrating what can go wrong when your promo shots are conducted in sleeping bags in public lavatories.
That’s what that is, on your right (click image to enlarge). That’s a grown man falling into a bog, that is; it’s also a warning to other acts interested in employing stunt tactics in the promotion of their music. JUDGE THE RISKS CAREFULLY BEFORE PROCEEDING.
*I still haven’t listened to any of their music, you know. I know I should – and I will, honest. It’s just, you know, what with one thing and another, well… Have you listened to them? Leave a comment below and let me know if they’re any good, if you like. I feel terribly guilty, so if your opinion is worth quoting I might steal it and pass it off as my own. You don’t mind, do you?
Sir Paul McCartney, of Frog Chorus fame, is today thought of as an ageing-rather-well-thank-you-very-much elder smoothie of rock. And quite right too. Remember, though, he was around as an adult in the 70s, which means – as was law back then in olden times – he sometimes walked around looking like a bit of a dick.
Hey hey hey, you know it’s true. And if you don’t, look at this photo here. That’s really him. That’s really Sir Paul McCartney and his late wife Linda, whose femi-mullet is no less worthy of attention.
Click the image to see more photos of the Maccas’ horror hair. Do it. Do it nowabouts.
[images: RexFeatures/James Fortune]
However, when an email drops into your mailbox featuring a photo of three men in sleeping bags jammed into public toilet cubicles, I think you’ll agree that it needs to be shared. All of the chaps involved look various shades of rapey, but I think that lends the portrait a certain piquancy.
If you’d like to listen to Aquasky’s music while you admire this image, meanwhile, you can do so here.
The news that Kevin Costner – who dances with wolves – is to make a country music album with his band Modern West is a rare snippet of Very Good News as our world proceeds to tumble down a big pooey toilet.
You’ll have to wait until November to hear this music of his, but if you’re anything like me you’ll want to know what Kevin Costner looks like as a cowboy wearing a flashing hat. That is what that up there is all about.
You can move along now.
Click the image below to see a thorough batch of evidence demonstrating Sir Cliff’s heterosexuality.