So I finally figured it out. Today in Glasgow it was raining. Not a lot of rain, but enough so you'd know it was a rainy day. Also, it was cold. Not too cold, but cold enough so you'd get roses in your cheeks. I wanted to go home and curl up with a mug of tea and a book. I wanted to sit beside the window and look up at the grey sky and be glad I was inside. This is what I wanted. I wanted autumn. I wanted cold weather and Scotland and grey days. I really did. And I've been wanting it for awhile now. I was looking forward to bad weather and warm sweaters. I was looking forward to homemade soup and cuddling together for warmth. But no! This summer there was a heat wave! This autumn it has barely rained at all! And it has all felt very, very wrong. Ever since I first heard the DICKWANK tracks, I've had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I've been trying to figure out what was wrong. I tried to think of some reasons why I just didn't dig it as much as I wanted to: "There are too many songs about love." There are always many songs about love on b&s records. "There aren't enough characters." There are plenty of characters, good ones too. Miss Private and Ferdinand, the Catastrophe Waitress, and Lord Anthony, to name four solid candidates. "There isn't enough to dance around the room to." Will not dignify with response. I like my little red dress. But you know what it is? It's the wrong damn season for this album. Yes. Look at it and you will see. There isn't anything nice and wintery like 'Fox In The Snow' or 'Winter Wooskie'. 'Chalet Lines' is all kinds of February. I want to put on comfy pants and potter lazily around the flat, and DICKWANK just ain't helping me set the mood. This is a late-spring album, when you're sick to death of crappy cold weather and you're really looking forward to getting your summer groove back. It's not a Thrills-y 'Summer Album', but it has hope. Captial-H Hope. But this is not the time for Hope, says I. 'Tis the season for Socks! And Cocoa! Boo, Northern Hemisphere! You are the wrong season for the new album! Boo indeed. To all the folkage of the Southern persuasion: Congratulations. To myself: Go listen to 'Underachievers, Please Try Harder'. Done and done. marisa. ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+