This post will probably bore most of you stiffless, but then, no change there. I apologise. The delectable Mr PF had to say (why, heaven above only knows):
Alasdair Cook is out at the moment. But he's bought some records and I think you should get him to tell you about them. They're gggrrreat.
Interesting statement. Possibly correct. I did indeed buy *some* records, 13 in all I believe, in but 2 different shops. For a bargain price of...oh, I forget, and details are not what are important here. Or perhaps they are. But only certain details, pertaining to the specific 3 records (and 2 of them, whisper it, actually ARE) which PF is so fervently interested in. These being: Easy Pieces - Lloyd Cole and The Commotions, 1985 Raintown - Deacon Blue, 1987 Lloyd Cole (X) - Lloyd Cole, 1990 It seems fitting to start, as is usually best, at the beginning. And in The Beginning there was 'Rattlesnakes'. Now let's not beat about the proverbial here, this was, still is and ever will be one of the single most perfect incarnations of The Pop Record ever to have graced that strange, contradictory decade known as the 1980s. Yes, standing with 'You can't hide your love..', 'Murmur', 'Queen is Dead', and all the ones I can't remember or haven't heard yet. Yes! Soaring and swooping and whispering in the shadows and hollering from the rooftops "why can't it be like this all the time?!". And the answer is, well, just because. So stick it up yer jumper and bloody well accept yer lot. And 'Easy Pieces' is yer lot, so to speak. Not a lot, but you might like it. I do, kind of. Yes, it's dull in parts, yes, it doesn't quite have the same youthful charm as it's predescessor, but, well, it is what it is. Reasonable, if not triumphant, with Cut Me Down my own personal high point. I mean, how can you fail to be bowled over by a line like "I hang upon your pretty frown"? Answers on a postcard. Speaking of Postcard, you could say that Deacon Blue are the other side of that peculiarly wonderful coin. Which is not to say that they are, in essence, bad. It's just...well, the songs are often there, I mean you can see them, God knows you can almost feel then, and then suddenly they're lost forever under blankets of rubbish production, crap guitar parts and Lorraine MacIntosh's incessant wailing. Alright, so it's not that bad really, I mean there are high points (Dignity of course, The Very Thing) and the cover's lovely, a cloudy Dundee (one assumes), but the whole thing just doesn't quite work for me. A fact which I was going to apologise for, but I shan't. Finally, we come to the boy Cole's first solo outing, all black leather and gruff sleeve with Bad Cowboy stubble. Inside though, we find some soft centres (leopards and spots, eh?). The single 'No Blue Skies' is possibly the finest thing here, as Lloyd accuses "Baby you're too well read". It seems self-depreciation is the new black. Elsewhere 'Loveless' is gorgeous ("why do you say you love me/when you don't?"), and 'Undressed' is pleading and pretty wonderful. It doesn't quite sustain itself over 13 tracks though, in fact the last 3 could have been omitted without too much fuss from me, but it's all about compromises, folks, and I'll happily take the rough with the smooth. Two adjectives which can be applied to Lloyd Cole in almost equal measure. Long may he keep slowing down. Disclaimer: Opinions on these albums are subject to possible change over time. You've all pressed delete by now, haven't you? La la la la la monkey tennis. Oh, there was this little thing:
That result even made the front of the Toronto Star newspaper. The world rejoices!
Marty GGGGG wrote:
Ya fuckin' beauty! Even from half way around the globe the sweet taste of a Celtic victory has brought a huge grin to my face.
Not the whole world, mate. Still, with De Boer signed and Mols back, it'll be a doddle from now on. Ya dancer, goan yersel etc. Ken:
Two tankers, one carrying red paint, one blue paint, collided in the North sea, all the penguins were marooned...
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