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Time is ruuuuuunning out - again
Following on from my last bollocks update, here is a bollocks update for Tuesday the twenty-seventh of January. I should point out that I do have every intention of getting cool stuff on here eventually, like an MPE review and an entirely unrelated interview with a certain amusing individual, but until then I will just have to search my entire house to find the MPE album so I can finish reviewing it, etc. Never fear, dear viewers, in the meantime there is nothing to stop you from looking at my one worthwhile contribution to this site - those classy photographs you see on The Darkness page. (Okay, so maybe they're not that great but it's either that or listening to me talk about workhouses: your choice.)
For those of you who chose to listen to me talk about workhouses - hello! I have a dastardly Chemistry lesson tomorrow, perhaps that will be the day when I finally get round to telling Miss T that she resembles an infernal creature from a Dickens novel. I can say in all honesty that Chemistry is the only lesson which has ever made me feel like a Victorian orphan pleading for gruel.
That interlude there had absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the update, in which I am going to think about Muse for a while. Decided to go back to 'Absolution' after having repeatedly written it off as an underwater recording of Origin of Symmetry, but I was wrong, there's a lot more to it than that. It could only really be an underwater recording of The Phantom Of The Opera. Everyone who saw Muse play during their tour last year assures me that, had I witnessed a live performance of theirs then I'd be in no position to be writing this sort of dubious crap right now; apparently they played such a staggeringly mind-blowing set that my world would have been turned inside-out and transformed forever, leaving me no time to wonder whether this sort of hysteria is my thing or not. (I would love to know what went on at those gigs. I have mental images of Matt Bellamy sacrificing chickens on a stone block and threatening audience members that they'll be next if they don't co-operate.)
So much talk of asphyxiation and exhumed souls and broken memories - sure it's a good enough album, but I'm not in the mood for all this intensity, leave me in peace while I drink my tea. Etc.
McNedwin is urging me to post post post! so I will now. Firstly however, I must scream at people to buy tickets for stuff like
Yeah Yeah Yeahs, an opportunity too wonderful to be missed. Tuesday 13th April, Manchester, tickets �14.50.
The Zutons, Friday 13th February, Liverpool Academy, tickets �6.50.
Til then I will just have to contain my excitement, three days until Von Bondies! Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes I hope I see you all there and we don't get parted by sweeping crowds. . . should be brilliant. |
