It’s always a tricky line to tread when acts push “product” by incorporating stunts that interpret the record’s title literally. Imagine if The Prodigy’s Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned had been promoted in such a manner. Carnage.
The Streets are doing this “Every Fan Is Borrowed” thing, you see, to push new album Everything Is Borrowed. Fans are being encouraged to take a “thing” to the show, with Mike Skinner then choosing to “borrow” (see?) one item by taking it up onstage. The lucky owner of said thing will then be invited to the following night’s show, with accommodation, travel and “party” all taken care of.
You’re nobody in the rap game these days until some rock type has covered your ass. Korn frontman Jonathan Davis and his friends The SFA (that’s The Simply Fucking Amazings, not Super Furry Animals, unfortch) have tackled Lil Wayne’s “Got Money”, and made the elemental mistake of pronouncing the “t” in “Got”. Schoolboy error from Davis there - for future ref Jonno, it should be croak-slurred “gah”. Welcome.
Check out the cover version for yourself over the page.
Rap types like to harp on about how much champers and whatnot they knock back, but this is the first instance I can think of in which one of them has chucked up in the manner of a teenager necking White Ace on a park roundabout.
To be fair to Jermaine Dupri (left, click image to enlarge), it was his birthday. And if you can’t blow chunks over a Jackson on your 36th, when can you?
Apparently he’d been a-sipping on Jay-Z’s Ace Of Spades champagne and a fair bit of tequila when the vomitus occurred.
Should point out here that Janet Jackson is Jermaine Dupri’s girlfriend, and that’s why he was sat next to her - it’s not like he just spotted her across the room and decide to ralph over her because he didn’t like Damita Jo.
[source: Digital Spy]
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Stuart Waterman on
Tuesday September 30th, 2008 at
9:59 am
The Aliens have a new album out today, which is news more or less good enough to counterbalance the horrific consequences of the ongoing collapse of Anglo-American capitalism.
The album’s called Luna, and I haven’t heard it yet so have little more to say on the matter.
I can say a little bit about the lead single from the album, “Magic Man”, and its video, however. And so can you, because they are available for your delectation ‘pon clicking the “continue reading” button below. No, wait, I haven’t said my bit yet! Doh.
A survey says this, so it must be true. Apparently 37% of respondents chose EastEnders as the most recognisable tune of four (the other two were Match of The Day and Coronation Street), while only 36% selected dear old “God Save The Queen”.
God save our country say I, readers. If football matches start to feature crowds of fans “da da da”-ing along to Simon May’s EastEnders theme as our brave boys line up to await a little-suspected battering by one of Europe’s minnows, I for one will be packing up my English breakfast tea and skedaddling off to Timbuktu.
And if you’d like to see them you better be prepared for a lo-oo-ong telephone/internet queue tomorrow morning, Tuesday 30th September, 8.15am.
The final date in the BBC Electric Proms takes place on Sunday 26th October at London’s Roundhouse. Apparently Oasis will be accompanied by the Crouch End Festival Chorus, because new album Dig Out Your Soul features tracks with 50 piece choirs. Has anyone seen Oasis perform with a choir before? Sounds like a new one to me.
With many folk seeing Scots quiffsters Glasvegas as Oasis’ working class rock successors, tickets for this date are going to go *like that*, so head to the relevant page in plenty of time tomorrow.
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Stuart Waterman on
Monday September 29th, 2008 at
9:56 am
If you enjoyed Nouvelle Vague‘s covers of new wave classics rendered in a bossanova style, you are going to love the shit out the album Hollywood, Mon Amour. It’s been put together by the same chap, Marc Collin, and features vocalists such as creamy-larynxed ex-Morcheeba singer Skye and “New Soul” chanteuse Yael Naim. Hollywood, Mon Amour basically takes songs made famous by 1980s movies and gives them the Nouvelle Vague treatment. So it opens with a version of Blondie’s “Call Me” - from American Gigolo - and then goes onto “Eye Of The Tiger” from Rocky III.
Using maths, we can therefore work out that this album contains more goodness in its opening two salvos than the entire recorded output of, say, The Enemy.
Got a bit too much money lying around? Me too. I’m sick of tripping over the stuff. So I think I might give some of it to charity via an auction for a Spice Girl’s clothing.
Mel B (right, click image to enlarge) - or Melanie Brown, if you want to address her like a grown-up - is flogging a load of old clobber from the Spice Girls’ recent tour, so they should be nice and broken-in. Included in the jumble sale will be a leopard print outfit and 5 items by someone called Roberto Cavalli, who is apparently very good at doing clothes. Also, she’s getting rid of a harp. If anybody can remember the song where Mel B played the harp, please do comment below.
The online auction runs until 26th October, with the proceeds going to Clic Sargent, a children’s cancer charity. I don’t have a link to it but Google’s only ever a click away, is it not?
Mel B doesn’t really do music anymore so I’m not entirely sure why I’m even addressing this event, to be honest.
[source: BBC]
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Stuart Waterman on
Friday September 26th, 2008 at
12:10 pm
ArjanWrites posted this video as “Nikki Costa”, but I’m fairly sure it’s actually Nikka Costa - her what done “Like A Feather” a few years back, and who appeared on Mark Ronno’s first album. She seems to be one of those peoples who’s always been on the verge of breaking through to the successful side, but has never quite managed it.
Seems like she still has a fair amount of moolah behind her though, because this a rather nifty video for a very nifty song. She’s sticking with the poppy funk vibe that worked so well on “Like A Feather”, and that is good news for your ears and brain.
The video calls to mind Alison Goldfrapp cavorting around over the credits to a Bond movie, and makes excellent use of booby tape. Worry about nip-slips after the jump.
