** When we touch, when we kiss! ** That's Jack White on vocals, right? I want a copy. I need to Google this. Never will you see a dance floor move into absolute and immediate nuclear meltdown so fast. (Jack White = yes. Band = Electric Six, formerly the Wildbunch. Release date = January. Am I the last to know these things? Jesus. Cracking song, tho.) Ah ha! Those of you in uni/college or otherwise with access to silly bandwidth can download the video in high-res quicktime format (33.9 MB). Rock on, Tommy. http://electric6.com/multimedia/index.shtml ** I can take any kind of criticism, as long as it's unqualified praise ** Mark C. said some very nice things (generally, but specfically) about the nature of all things Sinister. How nice it is to have the freedom to be NICE, to be able tell someone you think they're fab without worrying about having to take out a restraining order later or change your name, move to Bolivia and grow a moustache. Mark C., you're fab. Many of you are extremely fab, and I may have written to tell you so. With most of you, however, I'm just waiting for an excuse. If you can't wait to hear how fab I think you are, write to me and tell me that you're fabulously impatient and I'll probably oblige. (Exceptions apply; no means no; think globally act locally; your home may be at risk if you do not keep up repayments.) ** Eighteen seconds before sunrise ** Much talk/reiteration of Sigur Rós over the weekend. I got () last month, but either it's taking much longer to absorb than did Ágætis Byrjun, where the impact was immediate and lasting, or PitchforkMedia did give a fair review: http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/record-reviews/s/sigur-ros/().shtml Those of you contemplating a trip to the record store, the advice is to seek out Ágætis Byrjun and listen to the first few minutes in the shop. If it doesn't put a gun to your head and demand that you buy it, there's no chance you'll find anything about () to love. If you do own a copy of (), here is something fun to do. Put it in your computer's CD-ROM/cup-holder, fire up your interweb, and go to www.sigur- ros.com. You'll need to click-and-drag the funky banner about for a bit (and hope it doesn't fux0r your computer), and maybe even register, but you get access to more of the site. Extended MP3s etc. Let's hear it for pointlessly complicated web design! (Flash required. You'll need speakers/headphones as well. It's an audio-visual kinda thing.) ** An interesting chord progression, if progression is the right word ** Finally: voting is open for Peel's Festive Fifty, so hie thee to the booth and post your nominations for 2002. Voting for session tracks is allowed, of course, so you might want to pick out your favourite B&S Peel Acres track. Maybe. But only if you really really liked it. And don't get carried away -- only last week Peely got all shirty because someone somewhere was trying to organise a coup for their favourite band. It's an individual thing, got that? Good. Now go vote for B&S (and Ballboy. YES!): http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/alt/johnpeel/features/festive_fifty_vote.shtml Millions of everything beautiful - Michael PS. The two of you to whom I owe replies: on their way. Promises, promises. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+