Lady penelope (in the middle of a very long message) wrote... the catchers have a new album out...i had forgotten they existed because the last time i saw them they supported a house at the garage in london - 1994 - i guess i had a crush on alice lemon. she had enormous boobs i remember. and a too-small top. saw the new album in rough trade the other day and nearly fell over. i will purchase when i hear something about it I knew it was out, but it seems to be a UFO album, like The Frank and Walters' Grand Parade that rarely appears in densely populated areas, preferring the anonymity of provincial towns. I only saw one review, which gave a pretty average rating, although it was the NME I think, and what does that scally-rag know about anything? I have to recommend the "shifting" e.p for the superb "Christina" (those who have received my tape tree tape will know it), and a lovely song called Summer's nearly over. Oh look, someone else has written... Oh, oh, oh. I've been dying to recommend this album for the past two weeks...The lead singer is male with a sort of um... irish i guess, kind of voice (does that make sense? he says "aout" for "out" hehe) and there is also a female who does some vocals But it's not going to stop me... I remember Alice Lemon's 'boobs' (oh, really!) as well, from when I saw them playing upstairs at the Garage. I could've sworn she kept looking at me and smiling...and my feet hurt from standing on tip-toes all the way through the gig. Can't remember why. I guess I was entranced by the fact that the Alice Lemon on the cover of Mute looked nothing like the Alice Lemon in a short shiny dress on stage in Islington. (stop this crassness now!) Incidentally, support that night came from another irish combo by the name of erm, I forget, except that there were three of them, the lead singer was too thin, their single was called I am the Supergrass or something like that, they appeared on Jools Holland just after I'd been to see them (no coincidence methinks) and I saw a programme about them on TARA (which I only watch for re-runs of the 1990 world cup as a rule) Sorry to continue with all this rampant male hormonal rutting, but I have to point out (because it's just occurred to me for the first time in ages) that I was utterly entranced by the sight of Juliana Hatfield clutching a guitar some years back. Lovely. Neil xx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+