Tracklist:

01 – Spanish Metal

02 – Never Miss A Beat

03 – Like it Too Much

04 – You Want History

05 – Can’t Say What I Mean

06 – Good Days Bad Days

07 – Tomato in The Rain

08 – Half The Truth

09 – Always Happens Like That

10 – Addicted To Drugs

11 – Remember You’re A Girl

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I’ve been having a thought recently on songs I love, that if they came out between ‘77 and ‘81 would be deemed as Punk Classics. To me they all have the right combination of noise and attitude and have carried the musical side of Punk into other genres.

I know that they will not be everyones choice of a Punk tune, and I am not saying that they are…just that they would have been if they had come out in 1977.

Here is my list, let me know if you agree or not. Come up with a top five and I will post it as a seperate topic.

Song 2 – Blur

I can feel myself going absolutely mental as the chorus kicks in. Whoo Hoo.

I Predict A Riot – Kaiser Chiefs

It contains the word riot – always a good start – and the immortal line ‘if it wasn’t for chip fat she’d be frozen’, absolute genius.

Buck Rogers – Feeder

Fuckin stupid lyrics but a great riff, a real jump about tune.

Headshrinker – Oasis

The Gallaghers have a definate Punk attitude and some cracking tunes alongside some absolute shite. Headshrinker is one of their best.

Creep – Radiohead

Sums up my teenage years…or at least what most people thought of me. Still am a weirdo.

Killing In The Name – Rage Against The Machine

Political, Purposeful and Powerful. An amazing tune that builds to a great finale and captures the Punk attitude to life in general.

Richard III – Supergrass

Simply great pogo music.

Fell In Love With A Girl – White Stripes

This song could have been written by Pete Shelley. It would not have been out of place in 1979.

Scottish rock trio go full circle in their latest release

Biffy Clyro have offered up their fifth LP in Only Revolutions. Following on from the breakthrough 2007 success Puzzle the Scots have made a definite transition across the musical landscape.

Opening track and recent single ‘The Captain’ gets the boys off to an auspicious beginning. Enough ‘woah-ohs’ to fill half a Kaiser Chiefs album and strings to boot, it’s a definite attention grabber and a sign that the band hasn’t strayed too far from their last album.

Much of the album continues in the vein of Biffy’s new found love for catchy pop-rock, but tracks like ‘Bubbles’ really show where the band are at. It is the essence of a cheesy pop song. Upbeat hook, repetitive chanting chorus and the lyric “She’ll wash away your sins.” This move isn’t necessarily an evolution of the band, rather the acknowledgement that it is hard to eke out a living in the music industry with compromising some of your values.

This isn’t a bad record, the songs are structured well, the riffs are catchy and Simon Neil’s vocals are on form, but there’s a lack of heart to it. The acoustic refrains in ‘Puzzle’ were both an expression of guilt and grief for the loss of his mother. In ‘Only Revolutions’ they mean nothing but a foray into the world of mainstream pop.

6 out of 10

This week’s theme was a toughie: SONGS TO MAKE SANDWICHES TO was inspired by a forum on music mag Word’s site. While Word readers couldn’t take the subject seriously I figured there was room for someone who did. And who better than little ol’ obsessive me? So sandwiches it was, but I made it easier by also including hamburgers, hot-dogs and the like. I even allowed songs about stuff that goes into a sandwich, like honey, tomatoes, chicken. Still I suffered some abuse. Impossible, you emailed. Why not make it broader and include all food pleaded Lynden. Crap theme, too hard, moaned Zoe. Oh you listeners of little faith.

We opened with a novelty song: SANDWICHES ARE BEAUTIFUL from Bob King, but in case you’re worried about this setting a tone for the rest of the show, be assured – rockers, r&b artists and especially the alternative pop singers all delivered some edgy songs on sandwiches.

Do you know where the word sandwich was born?  London. 1762. An English nobleman, John Montagu, the Fourth Earl of Sandwich was too busy gambling to stop for a meal even though he was hungry for some food. The legend goes that he ordered a waiter to bring him roast-beef between two slices of bread. The Earl was able to continue his gambling while eating his snack; and from that incident, we have inherited the fast-food product that we now know as the sandwich.

Today, our favourite version of meat between bread is called a hamburger. So we got the show rolling with the Whitlams’ brilliant  I MAKE HAMBURGERS followed by The Flaming Lips and SHE DON’T USE JELLY. New York based, Japanese duo Cibo Matto were next with LE PAIN PERDU. The name of the band is Italian for crazy food and the title of the song is French for Toast. The lyrics in their songs are all primarily concerned with food, well seemingly anyway, and I liked them so much I also played another of their tunes, KNOW YOUR CHICKEN later in the program. Here’s the crazy video clip of that track and, although he doesn’t appear in the clip, that’s Sean Lennon on bass.

Two items that elevate ordinary old toast to dessert status are marmalade and honey. So any excuse to play Patti Labelle’s LADY MARMALADE and Aretha Franklin’s HONEY and I’m there. Yum yum.

Louis Jordan loves his BEANS AND CORNBREAD while Lil Johnson pushes metaphor to it’s limits with SAM THE HOT DOG MAN. Neil Young is partial to TUPELO HONEY on his sandwich, while  Jimmy Buffet can’t stop singing about a CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISE.

When it comes to cheeseburgers, whether we like it or not, the burger with the highest profile has got to be MacDonald’s. Hell, there was a whole conversation about their burgers in the film PULP FICTION. Ah yes, how could we not include that iconic scene where John Travolta and Samuel Jackson discuss the merits of the French McDonald’s – ROYALE WITH CHEESE?

Two tunes that pay homage to the fact that a good cuppa is needed to wash down a sandwich or piece of toast were next.  Canadian Jeff Healey, gave Gertrude Lawrence’s A CUP OF COFFEE, A SANDWICH, AND YOU a burl and  then it was TOAST AND MARMALADE FOR TEA, a nice piece of bubblegum from the band Tin Tin.

Kaiser Cheifs reminded us of that vital sandwich ingredient – tomatoes –   with TOMATO IN THE RAIN. And then it was the hilarious TOAST from Paul Young and the Streetband. Classic. Take a look at this clip from 1978.

In Mexican cuisine, a sandwich is either a taco or a burrito. Beck didn’t sound too happy when he sang SATAN GAVE ME A TACO. It seems taking delivery of that snack had all kinds of repercussions. Meanwhile, Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention went CRUISING FOR BURGERS. As you do.

All girl group Care Bears on Fire let loose with the precautionary BARBIE EAT A SANDWICH. Nice animated clip too. Check it out:

Let’s talk chicken. Here’s a question: What’s a chicken sandwich without MAYONNAISE? Smashing Pumpkins offered up a track dedicated to the condiment of all condiments. Mmmmm mmmmm: chicken, lettuce and mayo on white bread – can’t get better than that. The Detroit Grand Pubahs reinforced the fact that all songs, but especially those about food, are really about sex. The tune? The very cheeky WE CAN MAKE SANDWICHES. Here we go: another crazy video clip:

Out of the disco and out on the road: Little Feat are sang all about HAMBURGER MIDNIGHT and then John Mellencamp reckons that life is like choosing between HOTDOGS AND HAMBURGERS, (not sure what he’s getting at there).

Comedian Mitch Hedberg does a great skit on sandwiches and I particularly liked the bit about the Club Sandwich. We followed that with a dangerous piece of radio: Metal band Psychostick with THIS IS NOT A SONG, IT’S A SANDWICH!

After Psychostick we needed to calm down and what better way than with Feist and a song about the calming qualities of HONEY? You wouldn’t exactly call The Sugarcubes, (with Bjork), a calming influence. They can’t decide what to put on their sandwich and are threatening to EAT THE MENU. Check out the very young Bjork and a fabulous floating burger, all in one clip!

We closed the show with an oldie but a goodie: I LIKE BREAD AND BUTTER by the New Beats. Check out the clip from 1964:

Next week the show will feature Songs about Elvis; not by Elvis – although that would be good too – Songs about Elvis. Come on this one is easy, so start sending those requests in.

But for now, here’s this week’s playlist:

“Dame Shirley Bassey, das “Mädchen von Tiger Bay”, der stimmliche Vulkan, die erfolgreichste Engländerin im Musikgeschäft, die weltekannte Bond-Interpretin sowie eine talentierte Vernetzung zwischen drei Musikgenerationen… erhebt ihre Diamantkehle und bietet dar, was im Allgemeinen unter professioneller Unterhaltung bekannt ist!”, liest man im Internet und man könnte das Comeback der 72-jährigen walisischen Grand Dame wohl kaum treffender formulieren. Ihre neue CD “The Performance” ist endlich auf dem Markt und für viele jetzt schon das musikalische Highlight 2009!

Foto: Dame Shirley Bassey

Ihre erste Platte hatte Shirley Bassey schon im Jahr 1956 veröffentlicht und holte sich für das neue Album Unterstützung vom Produzenten David Arnold – ein alter Bekannter der Diva, da er unter anderem für die musikalische Untermalung zahlreicher James Bond-Filme zuständig war. Zeitlose Songs wie „Goldfinger“ haben Shirley Bassey zur Musiklegende gemacht und auch nach 50 Jahren im Musik-Business denkt sie noch lange nicht aufs Aufhören. Elf Tracks sind auf der neuen CD zu finden – Gary Barlow („Take That“), Ricky Wilson („Kaiser Chiefs“), David Tennant („Pet Shop Boys“), u.v.m. agierten als Songwriter und so weisen einige Songs enormes Hitpotenzial auf.

Die von der Queen in den Adelstand erhobene Entertainerin erster Klasse, Shirley Bassey, hat 20 lange Jahre auf sich warten lassen, aber jetzt ist sie wieder da – stimmgewaltiger, glamouröser und eleganter denn je!

Låtar som...
♥ … har gjort mig glad: Håkan Hellström – Känn ingen sorg för mig Göteborg
♥ … har gjort mig ledsen: A fine frenzy – Almost lover
♥ … jag vill dansa till: Lady Gaga – Poker face
♥ … jag vill dansa ännu mer till: The pussycat dolls – Buttons
♥ … lugnar ner mig: Pet shop boys feat. Rufus Wainwright – Casanova in hell
♥ … jag lyssnar på för att bli pepp: Kaiser Chiefs – Ruby
♥ … påminner om min kärlek: Taylor Swift – Teardrops on my guitar
♥ … påminner om gamla tider: Britta Persson – You are not my boyfriend
♥ … påminner om ångest: Linkin Park – In the end
♥ … jag lyssnar väldigt mycket på just nu: Miss Li – Stupid girl
♥ … är väldigt, väldigt bra: Avril Lavigne – Innocence
♥ … lyssnas på i ilska: Marilyn Manson – This is the new shit
♥ … jag lyssnar på när jag är kreativ: Okkervil River – Okkervil River song
♥ … påminner om sommardagar: Ingrid Olava – Les mondes engloutis
♥ … påminner om våren: Rockettothesky – On cherry tree song
♥ … påminner om en bra film: The Velvet Underground – I’m sticking with you
♥ … jag lyssnade på när jag var 13: Britney Spears – What u see is what u get
♥ … jag lyssnade på när jag var 15: Kent – Stoppa mig Juni (Lilla Ego)
♥ … jag lyssnade på när jag var 17: Marilyn Manson – Tainted Love
♥ … jag lyssnar på just precis nu: Anna Ternheim – Summer rain

Week after week X Factors viewers are bowled over by her array of glamorous outfits.

But last night Cheryl Cole made a rare departure from her usually polished-to-perfection appearance for an altogether dressed-down look.

While she may has lost her fashion mojo, however, it was notable that she had got something back – her £160,000 wedding ring.

The 26-year-old singer set tongues wagging at the weekend after appearing on the X Factor – minus her diamond sparkler – on both Saturday and Sunday night.

So husband Ashley Cole will probably be relieved to see her with her rock firmly back in place.

The Girls Aloud star was spotted last night dressed in jeans, a chequered shirt, gilet jacket and cap as she left BBC Madia Vale Studios.

She was there rehearsing for her contribution to Children In Need concert, which is being put together by Gary Barlow and will take place at the Royal Albert Hall in London tonight.

Cheryl will perform with Snow Patrol at the charity event and is expected to sing the band’s hit Set The Fire To The Third Bar’ with frontman Gary Lightbody at the gig.

Speaking about their collaboration, Gary said: ‘Everyone doing the gig has to duet with someone.

‘It was like getting a partner at school, and we got the prettiest girl in the class.

‘People have raised an eyebrow now and again when we’ve mentioned we’re doing it with Cheryl Cole but I think it’s going to be a really interesting experience,’ he added.

‘She said, “What song do you want to do?” and we said that, and she went away and listened to it. She got back straight away and said, “Yeah, I’m up for it”. Hats off to her.’

It will not be the first time Cheryl has blended her pop routes with Indie music.

Last year Girls Aloud performed a version of their debut hit, Sound Of The Underground, with the Kaiser Chiefs, which blended into their song, I Predict A Riot.

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Október 26-án jelent meg az MR2 Petőfi Rádió első nemzetközi válogatáslemeze ‘Egy kis külföldi’ címmel. Az albumon a Petőfi Rádió legtöbbet játszott és legnépszerűbb külföldi dalai hallhatók. A korongon helyet kapott többek között az angol elektropop duó La Roux (Bulletproof), a fiatal angol énekesnő-dalszövegíró és táncos Pixie Lott (Mama Do), angol indie rockot játszó együttesek közül a Kaiser Chiefs (Good Days, Bad Days), és akiket élőben is láthattunk az idei Sziget fesztiválon: a Klaxons (It’s Not Over Yet) és a White Lies (To Loose My Life), a szintén angol Noisettes (Never Forget You), valamint az ausztrál énekesnő Gabriella Cilmi (Sweet About Me) – aki idén nyáron fellépett a Szegedi Ifjúsági Napokon – is. Az albumon az alábbi számok találhatók:

1. La Roux – Bulletproof
2. V V Brown – Shark In The Water
3. Swayze – Corona & Lime
4. Mando Diao – Dance With Somebody
5. Ladyhawke – Back of the Van
6. Asher Roth – I Love College
7. Pixie Lott – Mama Do
8. Noisettes – Never Forget You
9. Kaiser Chiefs – Good Days, Bad Days
10. Klaxons – It’s Not Over Yet
11. White Lies – Lose My Life
12. Gabriella Cilmi – Sweet About Me
13. David Jordan – Sun Goes Down
14. Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Zero
15. Keane – Perfect Symmetry/The Lovers Are Losing
16. Flobots – Handlebars

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The Sun reports a non-violent altercation at Asda Rochdale, where a mother of three was reportedly refused service by an Asian checkout assistant because she was wearing a Help For Heroes band, which, the assistant maintained, meant that she “supported the war in Iraq”. When 40-year-old Beth Hoyle complained to a supervisor, she was told that it was his right to refuse service. Angry, she went straight to the press. Asda, when confronted, said that they were appalled at the claim, but that they could find no evidence whatsoever that it actually happened, and that they’d be happy to discuss it with the woman concerned if she wanted to take it further.

The sheer ridiculousness of the story – as well as the scant detail – should be a clear indication that it’s almost certainly made up, as most of these stories are. There’s a clear pattern at work: lower / middle-class white adult experiences racism from ethnic minority, thereby deflating the myth that only white people are capable of discrimination. White person is treated in a wildly implausible and thoroughly unprofessional manner, and is left dejected and humiliated. Cue shock and awe from a dumbstruck public – sorry, that should be a dumb public – who maintain that this is “a clear infringement of our right to support our boys”, or, worse, “political correctness gone mad”. We had an influx of them over the summer, but as October shifts into November, it’s now time for the Christmas myths: numerous tales of local authorities pandering to the needs of Muslims by abolishing Christmas in favour of the Winter Festival, which would be ridiculous if it were actually happening, but with one or two crackpot exceptions it simply isn’t.

No, the truth is that we just love a good scandal, particularly when it involves a heartless corporate giant (Wal-Mart, in this case) stomping all over the feelings of the common man (woman, in this case), eroding our British traditions and customs in order to pander to the whims of the influx of workshy towel-headed immigrants and their left-wing Labour-supporting loony liberal sycophantic sympathisers. As the country goes to hell in a handcart, we’re all told to down tools and march for justice and the welfare of our rights and way of life, before we’re all forced to adopt Sharia law and face Mecca five times a day. And so we ignore the outrageousness of Mrs Hoyle’s claim. No Asda checkout assistant in their right mind would have behaved in this manner, nor would their supervisor – although when you point this out, we’re told that “that’s just what they want you to think”. The store may have voiced scepticism that the event actually occurred, but they’ve been quick to invite Mrs Hoyle back in to talk to them, which is not the calling card of a chain that supports this sort of behaviour – nor of one that allegedly doesn’t support the Help for Heroes campaign, as some have maintained.

The problem is that there have been one or two documented cases of ridiculous behaviour of this type, but that is hardly representative of the pandemic that the press would have us believe is rife amongst our high streets and local authorities. A couple of years back, either the Independent or the Guardian (and I wish I could remember which) ran a piece documenting several utterly fake stories that the tabloids had printed about the derogatory impact of Islamic values on our society, including the decision of one Muslim bus driver to stop on his route to pray, thereby holding up his passengers. It was completely false and the newspaper did eventually apologise (in a half-hearted, three inches on page nineteen sort of manner), but the damage was done: you give these people an inch, and they’ll take a marathon, and before you know it the papers are full of stories about the removal of The Three Little Pigs from school libraries, and branches of Dominos only serving Halal meat. (Actually, that one was true, but given that the franchise’s client base was ninety five per cent Muslim you can perhaps understand their need to change their buying practices.) Meanwhile, the rumour mill grinds into ugly motion, and makes an annoying clanking sound.

It’s tempting to lay the blame for this likely misunderstanding at this squarely at the foot of the Sun, but to be fair to them, they’ve only brought the story to a national audience: the source, as it turns out, was an article in the Rochdale Observer. Nonetheless, the thread on the Sun’s discussion forum was arguably the place where the real trouble was brewing, rife as it was with vicious comments, most of which ran along the lines of “I am boycotting Asda for the rest of my days, and I hope that these people are fired and that their children’s puppies get stomped to death”. I am only exaggerating slightly. There have been a selection of voices of reason who have pointed out that the story is almost certainly false, but they’ve been shot down in flames. I am staying well out of this one. I know my limits.

Perhaps it’s appropriate that my music of choice this morning was Kaiser Chiefs’ Yours Truly, Angry Mob, which seems to defy the ‘difficult second album’ cliché. It’s an absolute stormer, from ‘Highroyds’ lament for teenage ebullience (“I remember nights out when we were young / They weren’t very good, they were rubbish”) to the jubilant singalong chorus of ‘Ruby’ – an album of defiant, rollicking good tunes. Kaiser Chiefs get a lot of flak for producing ‘jukebox hits’, but there’s nothing jukebox about the (partial) title track – as Ricky Wilson boasts that he “can prove anything / The way that it’s read again and again”, he discusses street violence, twenty-four hour drinking, and even gets in a nod to Jim’ll Fix It. But it’s the song’s two-minute coda that provide the album’s high spot, as the band proclaim that “We are the angry mob / We read the papers every day / We like who we like, we hate who we hate / But we’re also easily swayed”, amidst rumbling, grungy guitar chords and rolling drums. It goes on for ages, but you don’t want it to stop.

Seriously, has there ever been a more damning indictment of the Facebook generation than this? You know the people I mean. Armchair politicians. The ones who think they care about the state of the country – actually, the ones who think they’re the only people who care about the state of the country – but are really just trying to satisfy an intrinsic need to see someone get the shit kicked out of them. The ones who sign e-petitions. The ones who suggest that “if we were to bring back the death penalty, I’d be first to pull the trigger”. The Islamophobes. The ones who maintain that the system is irrevocably corrupt and that the BNP are the only way forward. The ones who advocate that “charity begins at home”, used largely as an excuse to slam the door in the faces of Christian Aid collectors.

I was going to include a disparaging addendum to that list about thinking that it doesn’t get any better than a six pack of Stella and a kebab after last orders – but that’s unfair, because some of these people don’t drink. The angry mob mentality transcends age and class barriers (although it’s fair to say that I don’t know many aristocrats with ASBOs). You don’t need to have a particularly high or low level of education: you just need to think that you know better than everyone else. You also need to have unfailing faith in the press, broadsheet and tabloid alike. You need to have an opinion, and you need to make sure that your opinion is heard, because anyone who says that your opinion is wrong is a fascist and part of the corrupt government state who wants to flood this place with immigrants until our systems are at breaking point.

These people have a vote, and they have a right to be heard, and we have the responsibility to listen, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I stand ardently by Evelyn Beatrice Hall’s assertion that “I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it”, but by Christ it’s hard when you have to listen to some of the crap that’s spouted by the rabble that frequent forums – forums that I visit, before you ask, because while I’m a misguided man with lofty and pretentious ideals, I’m trying to help people to think, and because even Jesus himself said that doctors don’t visit healthy people. Perhaps most dismaying of all the traits displayed by the angry mob is the tendency to believe everything that’s written in the papers, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they’re being manipulated by a gutter press who tell them what they’re supposed to think and how they’re supposed to feel – a mass media who destroy lives by reporting an incomplete truth, or a heavily distorted truth, or even articles that are blatantly false. It’s inconceivable that anyone could have read the Rochdale Asda story and not immediately suspected it, given Asda’s denial and the fact that details are scant and witnesses missing – but, of course, it tells us exactly what we want to hear, which is that Muslims are out to destroy this country and Our Boys overseas. Another excuse to run out and bang on the roofs of police vans outside the courts in between signing on and watching that morning’s instalment of Jeremy Kyle.

The frightening thing is that Kaiser Chiefs’ ‘The Angry Mob’ is a couple of years old now, and I suspect that there’s a contingent of people out there who have adopted it as their official anthem for National Change. It’s the sort of chorus they’d chant en route to the court of appeal where the trial of a notorious paedophile is taking place. Now, I think that all convicted sex offenders should be locked up for a very long time, and kept away from children permanently (Al Murray was correct – being a parent does make you more right wing) but I also believe in rehabilitation and redemption, albeit behind padlocked doors. I don’t believe that executing them because “it costs the taxpayer too much to keep them alive” is really the answer, and the day we go down that particular road is the day that society is doomed. Because if the welfare of violent criminals is a waste of public funds, then why not also get rid of the geriatrics who can’t feed themselves and who are enduring a miserable existence anyway? And if the geriatrics, then why not the chronically unemployable? Why not the disabled? Why not the retarded? Why not the gays? Why not the Muslims?

But all this is a moot point to the angry mob, whose inability to see the world in anything other than black and white has them convinced that if you’re not in direct support of the death penalty, you’re a paedophile sympathiser and quite possibly a kiddie fiddler yourself. Ergo they will continue on their march, even though they’ve exchanged pitchforks for placards. They display a shocking lack of understanding when it comes to the criminal justice system, which is not a terrible thing, but suggesting that you yourself can do better than the judges – and telling them so – is another matter entirely. The web has empowered humanity and given everyone a voice (unless you happen to live in China, anyway) but the upshot of this is that we’re more inclined to jump in feet first, without verifying our sources, researching our facts or spellchecking our emails. I’m inclined to believe that my own views on what goes on in and outside of a courtroom are overwhelmingly insignificant, because whatever I may think I know, my only real certainty is that of ignorance.

In this, I’m reminded of 24’s Noah Daniels, the Vice President who reflects to an advisor that “It’s easy to think you’ve got all the answers when none of the ultimate responsibility lies with you. But sitting in this chair…until you sit in this chair, you don’t know anything.” It’s a telling line that was heard by many but, I fear, understood by few. As teenagers, we laughed at the antisocial Kevin on Harry Enfield and Chums, not realising that he was based on us. Some eleven or twelve years later, Catherine Tate pulled off exactly the same stunt. Objects of scorn very rarely see themselves in those who scoff at them.

So the prospect of anyone taking ‘The Angry Mob’ seriously would be mildly frightening, but old news. In Things The Grandchildren Should Know, Eels’ Mark Everett discusses growing up in Virginia alongside teenagers who would sing along to Randy Newman’s ‘Rednecks’ and completely miss the satire, taking the unpleasant sentiment contained therein at face value. Jarvis Cocker says he was accosted backstage by a burly Scot who said that “Common People is me. I’m that song, man”, again missing the irony – as Jarvis puts it – that “It’s the ultimate insult, really, calling people common”. The Reagan administration adopted ‘Born In the USA’ for an election campaign, either oblivious to or simply wilfully ignoring the fact that the song was a damning indictment on Republican values and the very foreign policy that Reagan himself embodied. And Phil Collins has revealed that at least one unscrupulous televangelist has expressed public support for ‘Jesus He Knows Me’, unaware that he himself was the target for the Genesis frontman’s abuse. Presumably he never saw the video.

And me? Well, I’m a hypocrite, because – as I’ve admitted on more than one occasion, although never in here – if someone were to touch any of my children, I’d probably want to see them dead as well. But I don’t think I’d be able to do it. My bloodlust is purely testosterone fantasy – the part of you that wants to leap in front of your children to take the bullets that would have otherwise hit them, preferably in slow motion, or run from a burning building with one son under each arm and the baby in a sling, again in slow motion. The part of you that thinks you can genuinely outrun a fireball, even though this is scientifically implausible. But I’m aware of it, and it is therefore safe, and I can temper it and shut that part of me away when I need to. I don’t want to go too us-and-them – even the dull and ignorant have their story – but I suspect that this is a faculty not possessed by the bulk of the angry mob.

Like the Kaiser Chiefs reference? I’m gushing over this Italian line and thought I’d share. For my SF followers: You can get the goods at Carrots boutique, which boasts the most stylish sister owners I’ve met. How cute that the name comes from the fact that their Bakersfield fam are carrot farmers? And even more icing on the retail cake–the ladies host in-store farmer’s markets with fresh produce, their own batch of brewskies and natch, the clan’s homegrown orange goodies.

Ellis Park Stadium ou  Coca-Cola Park é um estádio localizado na cidade de Johannesburg, na África do Sul, que será sede do Campeonato do Mundo de 2010, o primeiro a ter lugar no continente africano.

O estádio pertence à equipa de rugby Golden Lions, hospeda também vários jogos da Selecção Sul-Africana de Rugby, e é considerado um dos principais estádios de rugby do país, mas também é usado pela equipa de futebol Orlando Pirates.

Inaugurado em 1928, actualmente pode receber 59611 espectadores para jogos de futebol ou rugby. Era o estádio mais moderno do país até ao inicio da construção dos novos estádios para o Mundial 2010.

Em 11 de Abril de 2001 foi palco de uma das maiores tragédias do desporto: durante um jogo entre Kaiser Chiefs e Orlando Pirates, 43 pessoas morreram tentando entrar no estádio, quando 30000 espectadores tentavam entrar no estádio que já estava lotado.

O Ellis Park foi um dos quatro estádios elegidos para albergar encontros da Taça das Confederações FIFA 2009, que se disputou na África do Sul em Junho de 2009, incluindo o encontro inaugural e a final dessa mesma competição, tendo o Brasil vencido a competição frente à selecção norte-americana.

O estádio era formalmente conhecido por Mr J.D. Ellis. Porém após um milionário negócio de naming right o estádio passou a ser conhecido como Coca-Cola Park. Estima-se que o contrato tenha um valor de cerca de 58 Milhões de dólares.

Durante o Campeonato do Mundo de 2010 este estádio será também o primeiro na história a ter um nome comercial. Até hoje todos os propriétarios dos estádios, com contratos de namming right, tinham sido obrigados a suspender os seus acordos com os patrocinadores temporáriamente durante a competição. Porém, como neste caso o patrocinador do namming do estádio é também o maior patrocinador da FIFA, o estádio manterá o seu nome comercial.

New FOG pictures on the way!

We cannot show you the yet, but there’s a whole new range of pictures of FOG due for release in the next couple of weeks. ‘We used the same studio in Leeds that the Kaiser Chiefs used to promote their third album last year,’ says Chris Berry. ‘Posing came naturally to me as you might expect but it wasn’t quite so natural for Andy & Pete. They called themselves the real musicians!! You’ve either got it or you haven’t! I noticed Mick didn’t have a problem despite it being his first proper photo shoot since 1963 when he was Mr Evening Post and centre spread! Watch out for the pictures being released in the coming weeks!

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Simon Rix, bassist, Kaiser Chiefs

Bu aralar neler dinliyorum başlığındaki bloglarımı Last FM‘den bilen bilir.Eskiden her haftanın sonunda, neler dinlediğimden bahseder, kısaca özetlerdim.Yine içimden böyle birşey yazmak geldi.Gelecek haftalar için söz vermeyerek döktürüyorum.

Öncelikle Kaiser Chiefs‘in adını vermem gerek.Çünkü sabahları ilk açtığım şarkı artık The Angry Mob olmaya başladı.Eskiden bu şarkıyı fazla sevmezdim.Şimdi ise resmen takıntı haline dönüştü.Güne bu şarkıyla başlamak adetim oldu.

The Angry Mob‘dan hemen sonra ise Lily Allen‘dan Who’d Have Known dinliyorum diyebilirim.Bu şarkı da bende takıntı haline geldi.Her dakika mırıldanıyorum ayrıca.Resmen ağzıma takıldı, delirmek üzereyim!

Bir de son olarak Santogold var.Onun tüm albümünü dinliyorum desem yeridir.Creator, Say Aha, I’m a Lady beni en çok gaza getirenler tabi orası başka.

Indie rock de qualidade, vale a pena o download.

Faixas do álbum:

1. Leave Me Alone

2. Rock ‘N’ Roll Lies

3. Vice

4. Up All Night

5. Which Way Is Out

6. Rip It UP

7. Don’t Go Back to Dalston

8. Golden Touch

9. Stumble and Fall

10. Get It and Go

11. In the City

12. To the Sea

13. Fall, Fall, Fall

LINK – Up All Night

Parece com? The Kooks, Kaiser Chiefs.

Vídeo com uma versão diferente de Golden Touch.

Enjoy o/

Apparently I’m one of the few people who either saw or liked “Run Fatboy Run.” But I did. It was funny, quirky, and uplifting in its own way. Incidentally, the soundtrack was terrific despite the Amazon reviews (The Kaiser Chiefs rock).

At the time I had seen it I had taken more than 20 years off from running. Intense ITMB pain was what made me quit. I used to like running. I was never a distance runner, but a two to four mile jaunt was just right. And in all the ensuing years, I missed it.

Late in the Spring of 2008, after seeing that movie, I thought to myself, “Why the hell can’t I run?” Sure, the plot was fictional per se, but….And then it dawned on me that some of the world’s most advanced physicists had created a wonderful invention: the foam roller! I thought: I can use a foam roller to stretch out my ITMB before and after I run. Little did I know this had become one of the top recommendations for stretching out the ITMB.

I can’t say I’m nearly as fast as I used to be. But once every week — mostly on Saturdays — since May of 2008 I have run three miles at about 7:30 or 8:00 a.m. How has it changed my life?

a) It’s put a ’spring in my step’ (no pun intended) on Friday evenings as I have something to immediately look forward to as soon as I wake up.
b) It’s given me a perspective on nature and quiet that I don’t see during the week when I rush off to the gym at 5:30 a.m. in my car.
c) I get to talk about running with other like-minded folks, most of whom run farther and more frequently than I do, but who cares?
d) It’s given me a sense of pride that I didn’t totally give up on something I enjoyed.
e) It’s compelled me to make a whole bunch of pretty darned good iTunes playlists I otherwise wouldn’t have.

I’m sorry to toot my own horn on this one, but I guess the moral of the story is: if there is a message and an action you can take away from even the most seemingly forgettable of movies, then go for it.

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Isn’t Twitter wonderful? Martin Beckford of the Telegraph has just pointed me to this:

I share the same name as the keyboard player in the brilliant Kaiser Chiefs…

Hey There Delilah by Plain White T

Hey there Delilah
What’s it like in New York City?
I’m a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s true

This one by Kaiser Chiefs is nice too – Ruby
Due to lack of interest
Tomorrow is canceled…

Puntaje del Disco: 7

1. Ruby: 9
2. The Angry Mob: 8,5
3. Heat Dies Down: 7,5
4. Highroyds: 5
5. Love’s Not A Competition (But I’m Winning): 8,5
6. Thank You Very Much: 6,5
7. I Can Do Without You: 8
8. My Kind Of Guy: 6,5
9. Everything Is Average Nowadays: 6,5
10. Boxing Champ: 6
11. Learnt My Lesson Well: 7
12. Try Your Best: 8
13. Retirement: 6,5

Employment fue un álbum debut bien recibido en líneas generales. Por tal motivo, los Kaiser Chiefs buscaron revalidar la apuesta repitiendo la formula en su segundo disco, algo que no siempre funciona. Es así como llegaría 2 años después Yours Truly, Angry Mob, un trabajo con coros pegajosos como una de sus principales cualidades, tomando influencias del britpop y demostrando su adoración hacia grupos como The Jam.

Yours Truly, Angry Mob abre de la mejor manera con “Ruby” tal vez el clásico más importante de este grupo. Su estribillo repitiendo el nombre del tema una y otra vez es realmente glorioso, muy pegadizo, lejos lo mejor de Kaiser Chiefs. El muy buen nivel lo continua “The Angry Mob” haciéndonos pensar que estamos ante un excelente álbum. Sin embargo, Yours Truly, Angry Mob se nos cae lentamente a pedazos, llegando a niveles mediocres como “Highroyds”, corte medio malo por esos in entendibles “uhhuhhh uhhuhhh uhhuuhh uhhuuhh!”.

El resto de los temas están llenos de furor Indie. Pero están tan sobrecargados que dejan sabor a poco, ya que suenan a más de lo mismo. Esto sucede en canciones como “Thank You Very Much” y “Everything Is Average Nowadays”. Raramente recordables y distinguibles entre si, haciendo que uno pierda tolerancia e interés en cierto punto, sobretodo cuando se las escucha por segunda vez.

Sin embargo hay un par de números que se salvan, “Love’s Not A Competition”, que baja un cambio a la revolución Indie de los Kaiser Chiefs, con una armonía más tranquila e interesante, junto a “I Can Do Without You” y “Try Your Best” por sus buenas melodías. Estos momentos marcan que hay algo para disfrutar, a pesar de que las características de las canciones del “montón” son las que mejor definen este disco.

Persy