FUZZED-UP sideburned sparky pop fun from a trio of hyperactive youngsters who seemed to have worked out everything that was great about Cream-era pop and bashed it out in a collection of rapid-fire punky pop-splurge Buzzcocks-meet-Pistols-meet-Madness-meet-Syd’s-Floyd-meet-Bowie-meet-Beach-Boys-meet-Eurotrash-theme thrills. Seemingly beamed in from a universe where ‘quallidy pop’ never happened, Gaz, Danny and Mickey were the toast of 1995 and rightly so; not only were they immeasurably better than any of their Britpop peers (yes, including Oasis and – at least in their circa-The Great Escape incarnation – Blur) and therefore by association enormously more exciting than anything else around at the time, they also made a rather corking album to boot. There’s the surprisingly large hit singles quotient (Caught By The Fuzz, Mansize Rooster, Lenny, Alright, and we’re counting Time and Lose It as well round here thank you very much), the manic singalongs (I’d Like To Know, Strange Ones, She’s So Loose), the are-they-for-real? jokiness (Sitting Up Straight, Time To Go), the lovelorn epic (Sofa (Of My Lethargy)), and the downright oddness (We’re Not Supposed To, and all that “Igor! I can’t find you…” business) that suggested they’d spent a little too long poking around the more unhinged corners of their local independent record shop. For so many reasons it couldn’t last, of course, but even then Supergrass defied all logic and expectation by getting better and better as their star steadily but very very slowly faded.Read More
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FORMIDABLE alterno-colossus and one-time tramp-resembling bloke scowling at the back of that infamous original group photo on the steps of All Soul’s Church by Broadcasting House. Got there via California, Dallas and the heady days of the pirate stations, but John Robert Parker Ravenscroft (as we’re duty bound to refer to him), despite often embodying the exact opposite of many of the station’s favourite fly-by-nights, remained a solid fixture right up to the end, mostly by dint of being any good. From the days of the wonderfully of-its-time Perfumed Garden and Top Gear, through prog, punk, ‘new wave’ (Gang Of Four and Wire, generally), ‘indie’ (anything on Beggars Banquet and Factory, generally), and onwards, The Peel championed and promoted the best (and, to be fair, a good measure of the worst – Carcass, anyone?) music of the last three-plus decades, without ever appearing a bandwagon-jumper. Show always introed with the increasingly inappropriate blues plodding of Grinderswitch, while Peel developed an unmistakeable aural persona – playing records at the wrong speed (even after about 40 years in which to get it right); never talking over a fade-out if he could help it (often resulting in a battle of wits with some avant-garde stop-start-ending disc); continually praising The Fall above most everything else except Liverpool FC; continually bemoaning the state (i.e. lack of Fall songs) of the reader-voted and self-compiled Festive 50 chart; odd, whimsical shaggy dog anecdotes about his kids meeting the bloke out of Napalm Death on a ferry, or buying underpants; odd, silly anecdotes about long-time producer John “What’s On!” Walters etc etc. It all sounds frighteningly misconstrued, but it worked, generally due to Peel’s unforced and self-effacing on-air style, unlike his one-time sworn enemy The Bates (fact – the only two people in the world who hate John Peel are Bates and the singer off The Pooh Sticks. Enough said). Died suddenly in 2004, shortly after finishing his last show with Klute’s No-one Is Listening Any More (from the album Time For Change), and an entire way of life went with him.
Happier note to finish on – In 1993 Peel took over the lunchtime slot for a week after then-controller Johnny Beerling was challenged by someone at a conference. He’d obviously been told “Look man, we don’t want to compromise your show, but remember there will be a different audience listening, and we do have a daytime playlist to follow… just bear that in mind, OK?”. First record – Why Are People Grudgeful? by The Fall, followed with the obscure reggae original version of the same song. He then continued in the same vein, playing a lot of hard-trance, the odd Beefheart classic and making snide comments about most of the playlist. For instance, the John Secada song which included the line “…there’s nothing you can do to stop me” to which Peel retorted, “Yes I can, mate, I can take your awful CD out of the machine and throw it as far away from this studio as possible”. For a brief moment, we thought we’d won. Next week, he was back on the night-shift. Bet off.Read More
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Jess Cully writes, “Nicki French was certainly our singer the last time the Contest was held in Sweden, but the host city then was Stockholm. The Contest is huge in Sweden and none of its major cities would be allowed to hog the Contest by hosting it twice in a row, hence the choice of Malmo this year. If Sweden wins it again in the near future, expect us to be either back in Stockholm or in Gothenburg.” Indeed, but even though we’ve not enjoyed it quite so much since the Beeb stopped making the scoreboard and got its logo on it every few minutes, we’re still there ready to enjoy the spectacle, and it seems like Graham Norton, for our money probably the best light entertainment presenter on TV at the moment, has been doing this forever.
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- In 'Knowing Me, Knowing You… With Alan Partridge', Applemask says: "It’s happening. Deal with it."
- In 'The Collins Cream-ish Dictionary', Paul Bovey says: "Apparently, the “Hah, huh…hoouurgh” in ‘Mama’ was ‘influenced’ by Melle Mel’s cackle in the..."
- In 'Ripcord', Lina B. Umpierre says: "I’m so glad TGG’s bringing the two seasons of “Ripcord” on DVD sets for sale that I’ll jump for joy! Geronimo!"
- In 'Organist Entertains, The', Applemask says: "I didn’t know Nigel Ogden was Metalunan. His show’s still piss-irritating though."
- In 'YOUNG, Jimmy', Applemask says: "It wasn’t enforced at all. He said he was retiring, then changed his mind, but they’d already hired his replacement."