It's Friday! And yes, we did fuck up somewhat in yesterday's
Live 8 piece when we referenced
Road to Hell for a joke about
Chris de Burgh. Still, nobody's perfect - least of all Chris de Burgh - and you can rest assured that should
Chris Rea turn up on the bill, we'll take advantage of the opportunity to make a joke about a
Lady in Red. Anyway here, hopefully mistake free, is what we learnt from this week's
Top of the Pops:-
- Jamiroquai's new song, Feels Just Like it Should is actually pretty decent, though you can't shake off the feeling that it would be much better if it was by anyone other than Jamiroquai.
- Jay Kay didn't have time to get changed after attending Ladies Day at Ascot/York yesterday.
- Nelly's N Dey Say, a title which instantly strikes fear in the hearts of anyone with even a vague grasp of the concept of spelling, samples Spandau Ballet's True, much like PM Dawn's Set Adrift on Memory Bliss. That's where the similarities end, however, what with Set Adrift on Memory Bliss being a a lovely, laid back, summery rap track and N Dey Say being more akin to a dog turd baking away in the summer sun.
- Amerie's Lazy in Love is still hanging around the charts, allowing TotP to save some pennies by repeating her performance from a few weeks back.
- For no apparent reason, certainly not one involving entertainment anyway, Coldplay got to perform album track What If.
- Kelly Clarkson's new single is Since U Been Gone, thankfully not stealing the thunder of Kute's forthcoming Rainbow sampling single, Proved U Wrong. In fact, the lightning strike of inspiration appeared to have hit some miles away, as this is a pretty standard indie femme rock number, although it's probably still a bit too edgy for Mel C.
- U2's City of Blinding Lights is still pish, but it's guitar line is reminiscent of the keyboard riff to Laptop's Yesterday's Muse, which is a far superior tune in every way, particularly in the always important field of "Not having Bono on it".
- The Crazy Frog is still number one. Who'd have thought that an ugly, freakish figure of limited talent could sell so many records. Well, other than Steve Brookstein's record company, of course.
