Arantxa - your vague suggestion is my poorly-executed command. [I Fought In A Wah!] Opens with a clap of synthetic thunder, then it's Geddes, fingers aflame, squashing monolithic groans out of a bent Casio. Appalling. [The Modem] A letter of complaint to US Robotics found in an abandoned satchel forms the basis for the Belles' first foray into hip-hop. Stevie hollers "It's says 56k, but it's not even close". The siren-wail that persists throughout is actually screaming Matador execs, timestretched, looped and generally spazzed about on an iMac. [Beef Or The Sun Risk] BSE or skin cancer? That's the stark choice facing the protagonist of this little gem. Neil's slap-bass is particularly striking. [Waiter, There's A Moon In My Soup] Sarah, struck by the reflection in her oxtail as she dines out on the terrace, wonders aloud about space travel. She rhymes 'Mir' with 'fear' and 'geo-stationary orbit' with 'Ronnie Corbett'. It's weightless. [Don't Leave The Flight Now, Baby] Stuart M wrestles with an unusually strong infant-with-a-death-wish, 30,000ft above the North Atlantic. Some well observed stuff about airline meals, but poisoned sonically by a lot of unnecessary 12-string noodling. [The Chong Girl] Stevie meets a young woman named Annabel, who offers to show him her early Stones bootlegs. Soon the hapless Mr Jackson is in a room with 250 naked men, and has to make his excuses. A wry, dry, surprisingly spry gambol through Noel Coward territory. [The Shallow Limes] Vicious lyrical bomb from Murdoch, full of f-words. Sounds like a fist-fight between Fred Frith and Frank Field in a Fife fishmongers. On a Friday. Flippin' 'eck. [Nice Day For A 1982 Associates LP] The obvious airplay hit. SM has a shower, and then phones his brother up. Within the hour, he'll smash another cup. There's a Beefheart feel to the percussion, some of which is played by chimps. Or *should* be. [Woman's Ream] 14 minutes of loose-leaf goodness. Soaked in strings, saturated with brass, drenched in woodwind and positively waterlogged by a 200-strong choir. There's some line about "Put your faith in Glaxo". I really don't know what this one's about, but I feel more spiritually centered for hearing it. A4? A1! [The Family III] Throwaway glam-stomper about fly-on-the-wall docs. Isobel sings this at gunpoint. Nice flanging. [There's Too Much L'oeuf] Breakfast complaints from Mad Dog. Doesn't really get going until Richard peels the felt off his sticks, and really punishes some skins. Lots of ad-libbed shuffling about at the end. Mike x. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online and get email alerts with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+