There’s something fascinating about albums that never came to fruition, songs that were shelved, collaborations that were too shite to be released, no? The Guardian today has a veritable dooziefest of such matters - it’s a list of songs and acts who almost, but didn’t quite, make the final cut for previous Bond themes.
And even better than that is the fact that there are links to many of them, so you can close your eyes and imagine Alice Cooper doing the theme for The Man With The Golden Gun, Blondie doing the honours for For Your Eyes Only, and - ohbloodyyes - Ace Of Base smeared all over Goldeneye.
Sadly no link to the mooted collaboration between Winehouse and Ronson, of course. Maybe one day, eh? Check out who else missed out on the Bond theme honour at The Guardian
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Stuart Waterman on
Friday October 31st, 2008 at
12:51 pm
This only hit YouTube five days ago but has already racked up almost 300,000 views. It’s Panic At The Disco in a video that cost less than the amount of internet you used to leave the last page you were on and reach this one.
But it is a delightfully catchy little ditty, with an “Everybody screee-eee-eeeam!” bit in the chorus that you will be whistling for the rest of the day as you merrily insert razorblades into cookies.
Tomorrow it will become redundant for the next 364 days so make sure you watch it nowishly, won’t you? CLICK THAT
Have you been watching Dead Set this week? For foreign folk who don’t know what I’m gwanning about, this is a TV horror drama special written by one of the UK’s most acerbic TV critics, Charlie Brooker.
Charlie boy is so angryamusing that he inspires almost religious devotion from some folk who read his columns and watch his TV-about-how-shit-TV-is. He also inspires bands you’ve never heard of, like The Attery Squash, to compose and record sub-Republica dancealongs devoted to him.
You want proof? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE PROOF. But it’s after the jump anyway.
You can also buy the track here.
I’ve never really understood the fuss made about The View. Singer Kyle Falconer has one of the least pleasant voices I think I’ve ever heard. Even when he’s in tune he sounds like he’s not, which in a weird way I suppose is actually quite a talent.
Heard their recent song “5 Rebecca’s” (errant apostrophe alert) accompanied by the video this morning, and heard/saw precisely nowt to alter my opinion. Anyway, it seems Kyle might be keen on hastening the end of the band judging by his shenanigans recently.
Having previously had his collar quite literally felt by the fuzz for carrying naughty powder, Kyle recently got himself so blasted on booze juice that he was unable to sing his ghastly songs.
What more can I tell you than is detailed rather succinctly up there in that sequence of words? Joaquin Phoenix (who for some reason changed his name from Leaf once he grew up a bit - why? Leaf is a lovely name. Imagine being called Leaf. I wonder if being called Leaf would alter things like your dress sense. Do you think you’d start wearing billowy dresses and things? Or twigs? Would you wear bird’s poo on your head?) has decided the acting game’s not for him anymore.
Bit of a shame really, since he’s been nominated for an Oscar, which in the wonderful world of movies tends to mean “well done, you are doing a good job, keep it up.”
I can’t believe I haven’t seen this t-shirt on sale somewhere before. Which leads me to believe that actually, maybe I have seen it before, and my memory is just slowly turning to mulch.
As worn in the timeless This Is Spinal Tap scene where he goes on about amps that “go up to 11″, this version comes either with or without sleeves, depending on how closely you wish to resemble Tufnel.
The shirt is available from founditemclothing.com, where you can also find numerous other tees from more 80s films like Teen wolf, Tron and Caddyshack among others.
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Stuart Waterman on
Thursday October 30th, 2008 at
10:24 am
I’ve been attempting to get people into baldybeardy indie heroes Built To Spill for approximately eight years now, with not a whole lotta successa. You know what people are like.
Anyway, I’m on a bit of a Built To Spill tip at the mo because next week I’ll be going to see them perform their ‘mazin’ album Perfect From Now On at London’s KOKO.
So I was intruigedamundo to see that on stage in Italy last week they did a wee cover of M.I.A’s “Paper Planes”. Now, admittedly this particular track, while splendid, has been overexposed recently. So I promise that this is the last time I will write anything to do with it. No promises, though.
See the vidisnippet after the jump… Wonder if they’ll tackle it again in London?
CSS have always seemed like chirpy, happy types (well, apart from when members are leaving or they’re getting ripped off by their manager), and so it is for the main part in their new video for “Move”.
Not sure why this wasn’t released in time for “summer”, but whatevs, not here to discuss that. We are here to discuss why, in a video that has lots of jolly dancing and roadtripping and photo-taking, the director then feels the need to go and KILL EVERYONE.
S’true: amongst all the jolliness there is suddenly a horrific - if picturesque - smasheroonie which may remind grey-haired viewers of that palaver over a Cardigans video back in the dark days of the 1990s.
This being the brappy noughties, of course, nobody will blink a fucking eye. We’re in a handcart marked “Hell”, you know.
Well, look. Gary Glitter has done many extremely bad things, of that there is little doubt. You wouldn’t ask him to babysit. You wouldn’t hire him as an after-school tutor. You wouldn’t ask him to dress up as Santa at your local shopping centre and have kiddies on his lap. On that we are all, I imagine, agreed.
However, if he earns royalties from a song that silly advertising creatives didn’t realise is a leeeetle bit insensitive to use in a TV commercial, that’s not his fault - it’s theirs.
Some of those lyrics go: Do you wanna touch? - Yeah! Do you wanna touch? - Yeah! Do you wanna touch me there? Yeah!
Hands up who can’t help thinking of Brass Eye at this point?
Bit sad to see Paris Hilton building on any goodwill she may have garnered from her actually-not-that-terrible debut album (I stand by “Nothing In This World” as a piece of pop heaven) by doing this piece of novelty pap.
“Paris For President” does at least encourage folk to get out there and vote, so I suppose you have to cut her a little slack…
There’s something fascinating about albums that never came to fruition, songs that were shelved, collaborations that were too shite to be released, no? The Guardian today has a veritable dooziefest of such matters - it’s a list of songs and acts who almost, but didn’t quite, make the final cut for previous Bond themes.
