I previously thought that Magazine were okay and of course I was partial to them because of Howard Devoto’s history with the Buzzcocks and his relationship with Pete Shelley, but god damn Secondhand Daylight is a fine cd. Currently my favourite track is Rhythm of Cruelty.
I’m also excited that my copy of Blindness arrived in the same parcel (thanks again, Karen!) as this is a crucial component of my summer reading list. I might also add Richard Hell’s Godlike (also in that big box of fun and goodness) to the list as that elusive sixth book, but at this point it seems more likely that the honour will go to Please Kill Me: the Uncensored Oral History of Punk, as the offspring is currently enjoying it far too much for me to ignore.
It's not as if I'm going to start wearing leopard prints to any concerts any time soon, but I do have to admit I am slightly chagrined about how much I am actually enjoying the new Manic Street Preachers’ album, Send Away the Tigers. There is no foreplay on any of these songs - they just gallop right for the big stadium anthemic chorus 20 seconds into the song. The lyrics are throw-away and the melodies are shallow and easy, and I feel slightly cheap and dirty for being sucked into them so easily, but damn they are catchy in a big-haired arena sing-along sort of way. Take a listen to Imperial Bodybags and tell me what you think.
And you can't tell me you don't have any musical guilty pleasures. Come on, just between you and me, who do you secretly sing along with?
ABBA doesn't count.