Attention Earth-Humans, Though I split my days roughly equally between trips to Rome lobbying for the canonisation of Terry Scott, lengthy spells in a psychotropic trance under three inches of gravel close to the A433 outside Cirencester (in future perhaps I should actually take the time to *read* the small print in my employment contract), and bursts of near-silent communication with Anti-Climax (the young anarcho-gamelan trio in my charge; they're keen but messy), this list has not completely vaporised in my head-chamber. Indeed, twice in the last week my ears have been singed by fanciful mention of my God-given name. Although, in one instance I was implicitly accused of writing something I didn't write, and in the other comments were attributed to me which I never made, I take this as a sign to write again. Press [Delete] now. Last night, in a green room, I met a man who used to be in Genesis when they 'good'*. I say 'met', but really I just gazed at his (bronzed, bulky, grey-shaven) neck for a few seconds and then brushed lightly against his waistcoat. I was in a fix - ask the WOMADic one about his Phil Silvers tribute or just plead for some of his cash? Ultimately, I did neither - shuffling out of that humid box with a stolen bottle of Becks. (* I'm using 'good' in a deeply relative sense. I know nothing of the Archangel's pre-1975 work, but I cannot conceive of anything worse than Buster's back-catalogue. I am prepared to have my preconceptions challenged here, however.) Miles above, on the lunar surface, three men and one woman had just breezed, crawled, stomped, sashayed and glittered through 27 Love Songs. And an oldie. Oil is too small a word. We call it liquid engineering. In other news, I see airy dismissal of the Later 'Lab has become de rigueur in these parts. I'm not having it. Bathe in the moonglow of "The Emergency Kisses", let "Escape Pod..." comb concrete dust out of your hair, gambol up staircases of sparkly wax to "One Note Samba", plunge headlong into hot souffle with "The Flower Called Nowhere" and hip-grind yourself into trouble wiv da law alongside "Anonymous Collective" and *then* come back and tell me you only need Boob Bubblegum Disko in yr life. No shirking. Elsewhere, a boy called Brown opened his closet and the skeleton of Green Gartside fell out. No embarrassing bag of bones this. Step forth increasingly regular list contributor S. Reynolds (1988), to tell us of "eerie spaces, opaque, dazzling surfaces, asphyxiating sweetness" with a caveat that "beauty can be terrorising". Why isn't this stuff taught in schools? "Because it's rubbish", bellows a sturdy character in a 1954 World Cup t-shirt. Unless I've been skimming posts even more than usual (and I have), I don't think there's been over-much examination of the brief, swimmy, piano-led instrumental which shares track-space with "Judy Slap" on the ex-hit single (CD version). I think Chris Jones mentioned it, to a deafening wall of indifference. I think it's comfortably the best thing on there. Does this have a name of its own? Shall we give it one? "Sticky Farrago". "Grief Jollies". "The Path To Rushmere St Andrew Is Gloomy And Unyielding". I know you can do better. I'm going where a lost cause can be found... Mike x. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get Yahoo! Mail Free email you can access from anywhere! http://mail.yahoo.com/ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+