Wednesday, October 24, 2007
What a Total Guit
Our look at Saturday’s X Factor is on its way but, as is pretty obvious and, indeed, regular, we’ve been overcome by a bout of laziness, but we have a good reason, and it’s not just that we’ve become addicted to the reruns of Whose Line is it Anyway on Dave, although that is a factor. No, instead it’s because we’ve recently got ourselves a guitar, with the sole intention of having some indie style hits. Well, we’ve heard the Enemy’s album so really, how hard can it be?
It’s a slightly bigger task than you might expect, so we’ve set ourselves the goal of learning The View‘s Same Jeans by Christmas time, after which we’ll change not a note of it, sing some slightly different words over it, claim it as an original song and we should easily get a top three hit out of it. It’s only fair, it is what they did to Cornershop‘s Brimful of Asha to get their hit, after all.
Our education is going well, though, our first song, currently entitled One Badly Played Chord is already better than anything The Pigeon Detectives have ever released. Certainly the adulation we’re receiving from our neighbours, who constantly bang on our flat’s walls in appreciation of our music, is giving us encouragement to keep going, although we do wish they’d wait until we finished playing before they offered up their applause substitute.
Giving that we now plan on living each day of our life like an international pop star, we’ve been taking an even closer interest in the charts and new release schedule than normal, and it’s safe to say that upcoming competition is pretty lacking. The biggest one is probably the new Spice Girls‘ track which is even more half arsed and unimaginative that we’d even dared to think. It’s for charity as well, so we can only feel sorry for the children in whose name this is being released.
Chico also crawled out from whatever rock he’s been lurking under to release Curvy Cola Bottle Body, a track which has caused the people behind the Oxford English Dictionary to order a mass recall of their reference work as they’re now forced to redefine the meaning of the word ‘awful’. His heart is almost in the right place, though, as this track rails against the trend towards slimming down to size 0, although it does ignore the fact that size zero doesn’t actually exist in the British sizing system, but size 4 isn’t quite as catchy a tabloid term. Unfortunately what Chico doesn’t realise is that by letting the world know that he prefers girls who are a bit curvier, every woman in the country is now desperately slimming down in the hope that they’ll never have to deal with his lecherous attentions.
We’re also not too sure about the new Girls Aloud track. But we’re sure it’ll prove to be a grower. Right? Right.
It’s a slightly bigger task than you might expect, so we’ve set ourselves the goal of learning The View‘s Same Jeans by Christmas time, after which we’ll change not a note of it, sing some slightly different words over it, claim it as an original song and we should easily get a top three hit out of it. It’s only fair, it is what they did to Cornershop‘s Brimful of Asha to get their hit, after all.
Our education is going well, though, our first song, currently entitled One Badly Played Chord is already better than anything The Pigeon Detectives have ever released. Certainly the adulation we’re receiving from our neighbours, who constantly bang on our flat’s walls in appreciation of our music, is giving us encouragement to keep going, although we do wish they’d wait until we finished playing before they offered up their applause substitute.
Giving that we now plan on living each day of our life like an international pop star, we’ve been taking an even closer interest in the charts and new release schedule than normal, and it’s safe to say that upcoming competition is pretty lacking. The biggest one is probably the new Spice Girls‘ track which is even more half arsed and unimaginative that we’d even dared to think. It’s for charity as well, so we can only feel sorry for the children in whose name this is being released.
Chico also crawled out from whatever rock he’s been lurking under to release Curvy Cola Bottle Body, a track which has caused the people behind the Oxford English Dictionary to order a mass recall of their reference work as they’re now forced to redefine the meaning of the word ‘awful’. His heart is almost in the right place, though, as this track rails against the trend towards slimming down to size 0, although it does ignore the fact that size zero doesn’t actually exist in the British sizing system, but size 4 isn’t quite as catchy a tabloid term. Unfortunately what Chico doesn’t realise is that by letting the world know that he prefers girls who are a bit curvier, every woman in the country is now desperately slimming down in the hope that they’ll never have to deal with his lecherous attentions.
We’re also not too sure about the new Girls Aloud track. But we’re sure it’ll prove to be a grower. Right? Right.
Labels: Chico, Girls Aloud, Guitar, News, Reviews, Spice Girls
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Roll Titles
Is there anything more exciting than discovering what your favourite band’s latest release is going to be called?
Well, yes, clearly. Actually hearing the latest release for example, or going on a rollercoaster, or nearly getting knocked down by a motorbike, or picking away at a bit of dried up glue… the list goes on, and on. In fact, the only thing in the world that’s less exciting than discovering what your favourite band’s latest release is going to be called would be reading a list of every thing that’s more exciting than discovering what your favourite band’s latest release is going to be called, but as it’s the only news we’ve got to cover today we’ve gotta at least try and build it up.
Anyway, first to hit the - arf! - headlines are the Spice Girls, whose first single in, ooh, some years is going to be called Headlines. According to Geri, who has once again become the Girls’ de facto spokeswoman, by virtue of the fact that if anyone sticks a microphone in her general vicinity she’ll jabber away until she turns an unfetching shade of blue and collapses due to lack of oxygen. Not, of course, that lack of oxygen to the brain is generally something that Geri bothers about. And not, for that matter, that Geri requires a microphone to be in front of her to jabber nonsensically. But we digress. According to Geri, the single is “A big love song, a Spice Girls classic”, and it’s also the official single for this year’s Children in Need appeal, which means all know exactly what it’s going to sound like without even needing to hear it. If the video doesn’t feature long flowing dresses in soft focus then we’re a monkey’s uncle. And who wants to be related to Ian Brown?
Perhaps in an attempt to hint that Sunsilk isn’t all they’re claiming it is in the adverts, Girls Aloud have announced that their next album, out in the middle of November, is going to be called Tangled Up. Either that or Nicola is finally being allowed some input and has named it after the state of her favourite food, Pot Noodles. Either way we fully expect this to be the single greatest release of the year and you can look forward to our usual entirely biased, gushing and generally embarrassingly over effusive look at the album when it comes out. We may need to use a fractal representation of a star to indicate exactly how many stars we think it deserves.
Finally, assuming she doesn’t die, prolapse, or attempt to abduct her children, driving dangerously down the freeway, waving a shotgun and drinking moonshine before she has a chance to release it, Britney Spears is going to be calling her next album Blackout and not, despite what we’d been promised - in as much as the ramblings of a woman going through an alcohol enhanced breakdown on her website can be said to be a legally binding contract - OMG is Like Lindsay Lohan Like OK Like. To say we’re disappointed is an understatement. Indeed, we’ve hit such rock bottom with this news that our state will soon lead to someone calling their album OMG is Like Flum Like OK Like. Although not anyone that you’ve actually heard of. Or would actually care about. Blackout here presumably refers to the coverage Britney would prefer the tabloid media put her day to day existence of her, occasionally literally, car crash of a life under, although it possibly covers the fact that she’s suffered so many of them recently that the only way she knows what she’s been up to is thanks to the tabloid media that hounds her so. It saves her keeping a diary at any rate.
Well, yes, clearly. Actually hearing the latest release for example, or going on a rollercoaster, or nearly getting knocked down by a motorbike, or picking away at a bit of dried up glue… the list goes on, and on. In fact, the only thing in the world that’s less exciting than discovering what your favourite band’s latest release is going to be called would be reading a list of every thing that’s more exciting than discovering what your favourite band’s latest release is going to be called, but as it’s the only news we’ve got to cover today we’ve gotta at least try and build it up.
Anyway, first to hit the - arf! - headlines are the Spice Girls, whose first single in, ooh, some years is going to be called Headlines. According to Geri, who has once again become the Girls’ de facto spokeswoman, by virtue of the fact that if anyone sticks a microphone in her general vicinity she’ll jabber away until she turns an unfetching shade of blue and collapses due to lack of oxygen. Not, of course, that lack of oxygen to the brain is generally something that Geri bothers about. And not, for that matter, that Geri requires a microphone to be in front of her to jabber nonsensically. But we digress. According to Geri, the single is “A big love song, a Spice Girls classic”, and it’s also the official single for this year’s Children in Need appeal, which means all know exactly what it’s going to sound like without even needing to hear it. If the video doesn’t feature long flowing dresses in soft focus then we’re a monkey’s uncle. And who wants to be related to Ian Brown?
Perhaps in an attempt to hint that Sunsilk isn’t all they’re claiming it is in the adverts, Girls Aloud have announced that their next album, out in the middle of November, is going to be called Tangled Up. Either that or Nicola is finally being allowed some input and has named it after the state of her favourite food, Pot Noodles. Either way we fully expect this to be the single greatest release of the year and you can look forward to our usual entirely biased, gushing and generally embarrassingly over effusive look at the album when it comes out. We may need to use a fractal representation of a star to indicate exactly how many stars we think it deserves.
Finally, assuming she doesn’t die, prolapse, or attempt to abduct her children, driving dangerously down the freeway, waving a shotgun and drinking moonshine before she has a chance to release it, Britney Spears is going to be calling her next album Blackout and not, despite what we’d been promised - in as much as the ramblings of a woman going through an alcohol enhanced breakdown on her website can be said to be a legally binding contract - OMG is Like Lindsay Lohan Like OK Like. To say we’re disappointed is an understatement. Indeed, we’ve hit such rock bottom with this news that our state will soon lead to someone calling their album OMG is Like Flum Like OK Like. Although not anyone that you’ve actually heard of. Or would actually care about. Blackout here presumably refers to the coverage Britney would prefer the tabloid media put her day to day existence of her, occasionally literally, car crash of a life under, although it possibly covers the fact that she’s suffered so many of them recently that the only way she knows what she’s been up to is thanks to the tabloid media that hounds her so. It saves her keeping a diary at any rate.
Labels: britney spears, Girls Aloud, News, Spice Girls
Monday, October 01, 2007
News Round Round
The Sugababes have just scored their second number one with About You Now, surprisingly beating off Shayne Ward to claim the top spot, the surprise being that few people either knew or, indeed, cared that Shayne actually had a new single out.
We weren’t sure about their new track the first time we heard it, but its turned out to be one hell of a grower and, after repeated listens, we know how we feel about it now. Arf. It’s a catchy slice of harmonious pop, which is quite ironic given that harmony is generally the last thing that springs to mind when you think of the ‘Babes, second only to “Hit with the ugly stick” in its lack of relevance to their day to day existence.
In other music news Radiohead have announced that anyone who wants to buy their latest album - In Rainbows, a collection of unique interpretations of the songs of Rod, Jane and Freddy, available on the 10th Oct - will get to choose how much they want to pay for it, although it’s not yet been made clear whether you decide on its value before or after you actually listen to the thing. It’ll be interesting if this sort of pricing scheme - although can a lack of one really be called a scheme? - takes off, even if a lot of bands might suddenly find themselves bankrupt as many people start to cash in on the “I would only listen to X if you actually paid me to” policy. Gym Class Heroes, we’re looking at you here.
Also finding out how much people are willing to pay for their product, albeit via the medium of eBay and ticket touts, rather than the slightly more honest method which Radiohead are employing are the Spice Girls whose London gig sold out in just 38 seconds, and might have done so even quicker had they actually bothered e-mailing everyone that registered, like us, for example, whose inbox contains no news of how to apply for tickets, just news of roughly two billions pounds worth of prizes that we’ve won in lotteries we haven’t even entered and a surprising number of people who seem to believe that we’re in need of both penis and breast enlargement. Not that we really wanted to go to the gig anyway, as we’ve already said we think it’ll just be a bit of an embarrassment, dripping with irony and “Gosh, what were we like!” style japery, but it would have nice to have been able to confirm this first hand, rather than having to waiting for Victoria Newton to do so.
We weren’t sure about their new track the first time we heard it, but its turned out to be one hell of a grower and, after repeated listens, we know how we feel about it now. Arf. It’s a catchy slice of harmonious pop, which is quite ironic given that harmony is generally the last thing that springs to mind when you think of the ‘Babes, second only to “Hit with the ugly stick” in its lack of relevance to their day to day existence.
In other music news Radiohead have announced that anyone who wants to buy their latest album - In Rainbows, a collection of unique interpretations of the songs of Rod, Jane and Freddy, available on the 10th Oct - will get to choose how much they want to pay for it, although it’s not yet been made clear whether you decide on its value before or after you actually listen to the thing. It’ll be interesting if this sort of pricing scheme - although can a lack of one really be called a scheme? - takes off, even if a lot of bands might suddenly find themselves bankrupt as many people start to cash in on the “I would only listen to X if you actually paid me to” policy. Gym Class Heroes, we’re looking at you here.
Also finding out how much people are willing to pay for their product, albeit via the medium of eBay and ticket touts, rather than the slightly more honest method which Radiohead are employing are the Spice Girls whose London gig sold out in just 38 seconds, and might have done so even quicker had they actually bothered e-mailing everyone that registered, like us, for example, whose inbox contains no news of how to apply for tickets, just news of roughly two billions pounds worth of prizes that we’ve won in lotteries we haven’t even entered and a surprising number of people who seem to believe that we’re in need of both penis and breast enlargement. Not that we really wanted to go to the gig anyway, as we’ve already said we think it’ll just be a bit of an embarrassment, dripping with irony and “Gosh, what were we like!” style japery, but it would have nice to have been able to confirm this first hand, rather than having to waiting for Victoria Newton to do so.
Labels: News, Radiohead, Spice Girls, Sugababes
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Fullsome Prison News
So, did you miss us then?
Of course, we were barely away for a month. Had we, for example, been in prison then you would have had to get used to us not being around for years. Unless, of course, we were Lindsay Lohan - whose drunk driving antics seems to indicate that she took the living car concept of Herbie: Fully Loaded a little too literally - in which case we’d be gone for the best part of an afternoon and still have been home in time for Hollyoaks. Or whatever the American equivalent of it is. Probably something watchable.
But while we’re unlikely to end up in jail any time soon - not unless shoplifting from HMV turns out to be a crime! What? It is? Oh… - it seems bands are falling over themselves to take a trip beyond the prison gates and see what life’s like when a criminal record means more than just your back catalogue. Well, two of them are, anyway, with both The Enemy and Dirty Pretty Things spending their bank holiday Monday doing a gig for the inmates at Pentonville Prison.
Some might question whether being forced to go and see a gig by The Enemy would constitute cruel and unusual punishment, or, indeed, whether they’re really so worried about their abilities as a live band, and quite rightly so as well, that the audience needs to be locked in to stop them fleeing the venue in disgust. Others would question the wisdom of telling a group of sex-starved prisoners that they’re going to have Dirty Pretty Things entertaining them. It could only end in disappointment. And those who thought they were going to get a bunch of strippers were probably even more annoyed.
Still, their hearts were in the right place, even if it was the movement of consumer goods from the right place to various lock-ups around London that helped many of the lucky gig-goers acquire their tickets, as this gig was to raise awareness of the high rates of suicide amongst young men in prison, and it's clearly a good thing to show the jump suited hordes that with even this little talent and charisma it’s possible to have a successful career without resorting to theft. Unless, of course, you count the theft of intellectual property, of course, but no-one else seems to and if “Being a bit derivative” suddenly became a crime then the British music industry would suddenly come grinding to a halt as two out of every three bands suddenly found themselves facing the judge. And not Judge Jules.
Bet anyone who’d been put inside for ticket touting was pissed off, though.
Of course, we were barely away for a month. Had we, for example, been in prison then you would have had to get used to us not being around for years. Unless, of course, we were Lindsay Lohan - whose drunk driving antics seems to indicate that she took the living car concept of Herbie: Fully Loaded a little too literally - in which case we’d be gone for the best part of an afternoon and still have been home in time for Hollyoaks. Or whatever the American equivalent of it is. Probably something watchable.
But while we’re unlikely to end up in jail any time soon - not unless shoplifting from HMV turns out to be a crime! What? It is? Oh… - it seems bands are falling over themselves to take a trip beyond the prison gates and see what life’s like when a criminal record means more than just your back catalogue. Well, two of them are, anyway, with both The Enemy and Dirty Pretty Things spending their bank holiday Monday doing a gig for the inmates at Pentonville Prison.
Some might question whether being forced to go and see a gig by The Enemy would constitute cruel and unusual punishment, or, indeed, whether they’re really so worried about their abilities as a live band, and quite rightly so as well, that the audience needs to be locked in to stop them fleeing the venue in disgust. Others would question the wisdom of telling a group of sex-starved prisoners that they’re going to have Dirty Pretty Things entertaining them. It could only end in disappointment. And those who thought they were going to get a bunch of strippers were probably even more annoyed.
Still, their hearts were in the right place, even if it was the movement of consumer goods from the right place to various lock-ups around London that helped many of the lucky gig-goers acquire their tickets, as this gig was to raise awareness of the high rates of suicide amongst young men in prison, and it's clearly a good thing to show the jump suited hordes that with even this little talent and charisma it’s possible to have a successful career without resorting to theft. Unless, of course, you count the theft of intellectual property, of course, but no-one else seems to and if “Being a bit derivative” suddenly became a crime then the British music industry would suddenly come grinding to a halt as two out of every three bands suddenly found themselves facing the judge. And not Judge Jules.
Bet anyone who’d been put inside for ticket touting was pissed off, though.
Labels: Dirty Pretty Things, Enemy, News, Prison
Monday, June 25, 2007
Ex-Ex-X
Despite being sacked, humiliated, replaced and generally mistreated by everyone else on the show - except, of course Sharon Osbourne, but receiving her support is a little like receiving a brightly wrapped parcel bomb - Louis Walsh has returned to the X Factor fold. Initially this news took us aback as we'd have thought that anyone with even the slightest shred of pride, dignity, and self-respect would have told them, with the help of diagrams and a flashy Powerpoint demonstration exactly where they could shove it, but then we remember that Louis Walsh manages Westlife, so has only a vague understanding of what pride, dignity, and self-respect mean, and even then he thinks they're something to do with lions.
Labels: Louis Walsh, News, X Factor 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Could It Be Tragic?
The cast of the Take That musical, Never Forget has finally been revealed. Of course, we say finally, this happened about a week or so ago and our laissez faire - certainly lazy at any rate - attitude means that we've only just got around to mentioning it. Here's the pic:-
The one at the back seems to be labouring under the delusion that he's auditioning for the East 17: The Stay Another Day Years musical, while the one on the right appears to be hoping to get a shot at doing Freddie Mercury on Stars in their Eyes.
Of course, we say the Take That musical. Given that the plot of the piece concerns the doings of a Take That tribute band what you are essentially paying to see is a covers band with ideas above their station. If you're really unlikely the writer's imagination will stretch no further than setting the story over one evening in which the band do a quite good gig. With a plot running from the band walking out on stage, performing some songs the buggering off at the end of it, this will surely be the theatrical event of the millennium, but will at least avoid the awkward shoehorning in of songs which normally pervades these sorts of things; Oh, I want to have these Microchips but I'm not sure how long to put them in for. Does anyone know? A minute you say? Only a minute?, etc. We do, of course, jest. It actually takes three minutes to cook a box of Microchips, not one.
And while we realise that the tribute band conceit means they didn't have to try too hard to get five guys who looked like the band, but the actors chosen don't so much look like a third generation photocopy of the band but the third generation of a massively inbred family who spend most of their waking hours munching on uranium rocks for kicks. We've got the cast list in front of us and we still find it impossible to correlate the faces in the pic with the people they're supposed to be. Or the people who are supposed to be the people they're supposed to be. Or something.
Still, there's always a place for both comedy and tragedy in the theatre. They don't have to cover all the bases in the same ninety minutes, though.
The one at the back seems to be labouring under the delusion that he's auditioning for the East 17: The Stay Another Day Years musical, while the one on the right appears to be hoping to get a shot at doing Freddie Mercury on Stars in their Eyes.
Of course, we say the Take That musical. Given that the plot of the piece concerns the doings of a Take That tribute band what you are essentially paying to see is a covers band with ideas above their station. If you're really unlikely the writer's imagination will stretch no further than setting the story over one evening in which the band do a quite good gig. With a plot running from the band walking out on stage, performing some songs the buggering off at the end of it, this will surely be the theatrical event of the millennium, but will at least avoid the awkward shoehorning in of songs which normally pervades these sorts of things; Oh, I want to have these Microchips but I'm not sure how long to put them in for. Does anyone know? A minute you say? Only a minute?, etc. We do, of course, jest. It actually takes three minutes to cook a box of Microchips, not one.
And while we realise that the tribute band conceit means they didn't have to try too hard to get five guys who looked like the band, but the actors chosen don't so much look like a third generation photocopy of the band but the third generation of a massively inbred family who spend most of their waking hours munching on uranium rocks for kicks. We've got the cast list in front of us and we still find it impossible to correlate the faces in the pic with the people they're supposed to be. Or the people who are supposed to be the people they're supposed to be. Or something.
Still, there's always a place for both comedy and tragedy in the theatre. They don't have to cover all the bases in the same ninety minutes, though.
Labels: Musicals, News, Take That
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Spears of Destiny
So, we hear that Britney Spears is thinking about calling her new album OMG Is Like Lindsay Lohan Like OK Like.
This. Must. Happen.
It's part of a selection of titles she's considering, including Dignity - is this the first time Britney's copied Hilary, rather than the other way around? - Down Boy - is this the first time Britney or, indeed, anyone as copied Holly Valance, rather than the other way around - Integrity and What if The Joke is On You, which seems to be the equivalent of trying to win a debate by going "Aaaaah" instead of coming up with a structured argument. As Britney is a very busy pop star and is currently spending the bulk of her time letting her hair grow back, she doesn't have the time to make the decision herself, which is why she's opened up the decision making process to her fans, or at least those fans who are dedicated enough to be a member of her fan club.
We're not members of her fan club ourselves, mainly because they charge you $30 and they don't even give you a free t-shirt, let alone a membership card, decoder ring and a furry, googly eyed Britney badge, but we strongly urge any of you who have more disposable income than us to sign up immediately and cast your vote for the Lohan title. It would clearly be the single greatest moment ever in music history, if not the entirety of history itself. And it has the added benefit that it could lead to an escalation of tensions between the pair of them, with Lindsay following it up by releasing an album called Hey, Chromedome, Go Back to Your Trailer Park You Twice Divorced Hussy and Britney then hitting back with Look Firecrotch. At Least I Wasn't in Herbie Full Loaded and so on, ad infinitum.
Mind you, that would involve the Lohan - who we do, we must point out, adore - releasing another album, so maybe it's not such a good idea after all.
This. Must. Happen.
It's part of a selection of titles she's considering, including Dignity - is this the first time Britney's copied Hilary, rather than the other way around? - Down Boy - is this the first time Britney or, indeed, anyone as copied Holly Valance, rather than the other way around - Integrity and What if The Joke is On You, which seems to be the equivalent of trying to win a debate by going "Aaaaah" instead of coming up with a structured argument. As Britney is a very busy pop star and is currently spending the bulk of her time letting her hair grow back, she doesn't have the time to make the decision herself, which is why she's opened up the decision making process to her fans, or at least those fans who are dedicated enough to be a member of her fan club.
We're not members of her fan club ourselves, mainly because they charge you $30 and they don't even give you a free t-shirt, let alone a membership card, decoder ring and a furry, googly eyed Britney badge, but we strongly urge any of you who have more disposable income than us to sign up immediately and cast your vote for the Lohan title. It would clearly be the single greatest moment ever in music history, if not the entirety of history itself. And it has the added benefit that it could lead to an escalation of tensions between the pair of them, with Lindsay following it up by releasing an album called Hey, Chromedome, Go Back to Your Trailer Park You Twice Divorced Hussy and Britney then hitting back with Look Firecrotch. At Least I Wasn't in Herbie Full Loaded and so on, ad infinitum.
Mind you, that would involve the Lohan - who we do, we must point out, adore - releasing another album, so maybe it's not such a good idea after all.
Labels: Album, britney spears, Lindsay Lohan, News
Thursday, April 19, 2007
The Inside Skinny
We're too lazy to write anything properly today, but here are a couple of music stories which caught our eyes recently:-
First up is a tale which we read in the Metro. OK, given that it was in the Metro, 'read' is probably a bit strong, but we certainly saw it there. It involves a Scottish girl who travelled all the way to New York, went to a Snow Patrol gig and, because she was holding up a banner professing her love for the world's favourite purveyors of sub-Coldplay snoozic, got invited up on stage to sing a song with them. Now, this could easily be put down to the mind-addling effects of jetlag, in which case she could easily be forgiven for what would be seen as nothing more than a moment of madness that she would later laugh and joke about and would, at the very least, give her a quick and easy answer to the question "What was your most embarrassing moment?". Alas, however, this isn't the case, as she made the trip to New York specifically to see the yawnsome wonders in concert. Quite why the experience of seeing them send an audience of people with American accents to sleep differs from seeing them send an audience of people with Scottish accents to sleep is beyond us - perhaps the timbre of the snoring is better over the pond - but we can think of a hell of a lot better things to do in NYC than go to a Snow Patrol concert. Not go to a Snow Patrol concert for one.
Secondly, Girls Aloud have once again been causing controversy, as according to BEAT, an eating disorders' help group, their new advertising campaign for Sunsilk - a haircare product that offers users glossy hair, an end to tangles along with a waggily tail and a stronger bark - makes the girls look unnaturally thin, "Like Barbie dolls", to use their own analogy, and they fear it could encourage their fans to try and copy the super skinny look. Here's a picture from the shoot:
They kinda have a point, don't they? And this is with Nicola wearing horizontal stripes as well, which tend to make you look bigger, so we dread to think what her actual waist measurement is, although it no doubt comes in millimetres, rather than inches. Still, with all this going on, it's a good thing they're not going to cause further public outrage by once again sexualising schoolgirls and dressing up in somewhat skimpy versions of St. Trinian's uniforms, isn't it?
Ah.
First up is a tale which we read in the Metro. OK, given that it was in the Metro, 'read' is probably a bit strong, but we certainly saw it there. It involves a Scottish girl who travelled all the way to New York, went to a Snow Patrol gig and, because she was holding up a banner professing her love for the world's favourite purveyors of sub-Coldplay snoozic, got invited up on stage to sing a song with them. Now, this could easily be put down to the mind-addling effects of jetlag, in which case she could easily be forgiven for what would be seen as nothing more than a moment of madness that she would later laugh and joke about and would, at the very least, give her a quick and easy answer to the question "What was your most embarrassing moment?". Alas, however, this isn't the case, as she made the trip to New York specifically to see the yawnsome wonders in concert. Quite why the experience of seeing them send an audience of people with American accents to sleep differs from seeing them send an audience of people with Scottish accents to sleep is beyond us - perhaps the timbre of the snoring is better over the pond - but we can think of a hell of a lot better things to do in NYC than go to a Snow Patrol concert. Not go to a Snow Patrol concert for one.
Secondly, Girls Aloud have once again been causing controversy, as according to BEAT, an eating disorders' help group, their new advertising campaign for Sunsilk - a haircare product that offers users glossy hair, an end to tangles along with a waggily tail and a stronger bark - makes the girls look unnaturally thin, "Like Barbie dolls", to use their own analogy, and they fear it could encourage their fans to try and copy the super skinny look. Here's a picture from the shoot:
They kinda have a point, don't they? And this is with Nicola wearing horizontal stripes as well, which tend to make you look bigger, so we dread to think what her actual waist measurement is, although it no doubt comes in millimetres, rather than inches. Still, with all this going on, it's a good thing they're not going to cause further public outrage by once again sexualising schoolgirls and dressing up in somewhat skimpy versions of St. Trinian's uniforms, isn't it?
Ah.
Labels: Girls Aloud, News, Snow Patrol
