Friday, August 27, 2004
Thoughts of the Pops
The overindulgence in Fringe related activities that we mentioned in the previous posts appears to have finally caught up with us as we are currently rotten with the cold. We've decided, therefore, to have a night in and suffer miserably instead. But never mind! It's not for nothing that we're called Mr Brightside, indeed we're not called Mr Brightside at all, Grumpychops appears to be a more popular nickname, but we've decided to use our time wisely anyway and allow ourselves to once again be educated by Top of the Pops. Here's what we learnt:-
- Alex Franz Ferdinand is a lot older than his bio would have you believe and, despite what he appears to think, no amount of eye make-up is going to change that.
- Record companies must be falling over themselves to sign bands that sound a little bit like a rubbish Maroon 5 as this is the only possible explanation for Rooster having a record contract.
- Speaking of which, Maroon 5 have the least rock and roll tourbus in the world. We doubt even Chas and Dave would happily have their Aunts along for the ride.
- Any vague remaining hope that we might have still had of Nelly ever releasing a single as good as Country Grammar has completely evaporated upon hearing the anemic, sexless, soulless and just generally dull piece of pointlessness that is My Place.
- We don't know why Stonebridge recruited a girl called Therese to front their Put 'Em High single. Therese is the name of a dinner lady. It is not the name of an Ibiza Diva.
- R Kelly "loves being experimental". Feel free to come up with your own legally dubious punchline.
- Kristian Leontiou was presumably unavailable to do Top of the Pops as instead they got what appeared to be a window cleaners assistant to perform his single instead. Pop Rule #341 was followed, however.
- Natasha Bedingfield is at number one. Hooray! We love Natasha, which is an emotion we never thought we'd express about a Bedingfield, but Natasha does have the advantage of being a hell of a lot prettier than her attacked-by-the-ugly-bush brother. Like Nat, we find it hard to find the words to express our love for her - we find it hard saying what we mean with dead puns and our dumb machine - but we do think that this single is stupidly ace, even if we do long for someone to explain to her exactly how hyperbole is pronounced.
- This was Tim Kash's final show! Hallelujah! Unfortunately he didn't take advantage of his last few seconds of BBC airtime to apologise for all that he's done and, indeed, who he is, but we need never see his slightly smug face again and that can only be a good thing.
