Ha ha, Curiosity Killed The Cat....I know a thing or two about their cuntish singer - ha ha ha....the Warhol thing's true though. I was suckered by that video (the song was bleeugh) during the first part of 1987. Don't ask why, please. Just DON'T.

Bloody hell, first you don't like Saxophones in rock music and now your talking trash about Linn drums. Pssshh.

Man, you people don't know nuttin' 'bout crap music. Allow me to show my straight flush of crapdom:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hsWZO8e2Po

Thank you, thank you. I now expect several months of pisstaking from a certain poster on here.
Not thAT
EDIT: This is pretty much the only thing of their I find listenable. Not that THAT should excuse me.

Well, apparently I can get past it in some cases.
At least you didn't take issue with my condemnation of slap bass. I would hate to find out that you are some kind of closet Level 42 fanatic.

Hey, there's nothing crap about the Sisters.

the first Bloc Party album

Ah, thanks for the kind words, yer a gent for sure :)

Come on, where would the 80s be without 'em:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgX-Eoz451A

TWAT!

Mike Lindup on Top of The Pops at the middle-eight bit? Almost as fine as a good session on "Football Manager".

I wanna know the gos Melly has on ol' Ben Valpolicelli

Not gunna say nufink 'ere, sahn, but if you could cross my palm with beer, then I might be persuaded to blab.

Sounds like an offer I can't refuse.

My Chemical Romance - The first 2 records are just a utter joy. Every moment is laced with shameless pop hooks sung by a singer who sounds like he is just about to fall off the edge. Don't like the new album so much.

System Of A Down - I admit the reason I love Toxicity and this band generally is pure nostalgia. Nothing more to add.

Panic! At The Disco - Something about their strange little songwriting ways melts my little indie heart, fuck knows what the lyrics or the song titles mean, and who cares.

The Bee Gees - Not so much the late falsetto stuff but the 60's stuff is so trippy. Robin Gibb has one of the most original and delicate voices ive yet to hear.

i always tell this story...
before my chemical romance was popular, my ex-girlfriend went to see them and afterwards had dinner with the band and the idiot lead singer, and he was hitting on her the whole time. i hear he's a big douchebag... though apparently the drummer is really nice.

Ned's Atomic Dustbin... because they're actually great (Happy, Kill Your Television, Grey Cell Green) and I thought the use of two bass guitars was quite interesting.

wow.


i LOVE god fodder. what a just perfect fucking pop album.

some of the lyrics are iffy and the production makes it sound really cheesey at times, but.. kill your television is just so amazing, i mean anyone who likes pavement could dig that song.

I listened to the sun is often out the other day. Both rubbish and brilliant. I'm astonished that people outside of the usual suspects got this thread. Round of applause.

At which point I'd like to point out that there is 1 (and only one) very, very good Chris de Burgh album.

Additionally, someone rep this chap because he has better taste than all of you indie fucktards.

Lots of otherwise crap bands have made one decent album. Having said that, I can't think of a single example.

I don't understand people who 'regret' what they've listened to in a previous life. It makes me smile, like reading some attempts at poetry that I was shit at, but still had a go at. What I've enjoyed or still enjoy is part of me, and never goes away.

I regret buying certain records, but only because it's dead money. I never regret listening to something or liking something in the past that I now hate though.

I love the fact that de Burgh cheated on his missus with a black nanny - the man is no racist, that's for sure, and for that alone, I salute him. Or the mistress, either way's good.

When you say black nanny, do you mean negro? like basically that Chris De Burgh (who, let's remind everyone, is white) was having an affair with a negro woman? No wonder his career went down the shitter after that little episode of ethnic escapism.

Yes, black = negro. Or schwarz, or černá. Frankly, he should've paid the ferryman.

Typical showbiz. All that money, all that attention. Michael Caine's another one. And that David Bowie. Just glad my dear ol' dad aint around to hear about De Burgh's fall from grace, that's all.

Are the Milky Bars on you then? And if so, are those Milky Bars milkily racist, or simply looking after their own?

Is that because you're strong and tough?

You should hear what my old man says about Macca - truly :eek:, but I kinda agree with him too.

Yer, look at the french. Hate 'em an' all that, but they don't shit on their own. Not like the shower we're stuck with.

I have to spread more Nestle's Milky Bars before I can offer a Frank Muir-approved Fruit And Nut bar to DR666.

What's he been up to now?

The French never defined themselves as sports casual, that's for sure. You can't hate les Francais for smoking, though. Do they shower still, or simply rub Cointreau under their armpits?

My Dad? Working, watching Premiership Plus, laughing at my musical tastes (20 years and counting), making a damn fine cuppa tea. All good, really. Probably because he doesn't have to read about my bumsex fantasies here.

You're poor ol' dad having to read all about your dirty showbiz style sickness. He'd go fuckin' potty!

Did you ever tell your old man that you're a bummer?

Edit- Demonrail

Tell me about it. When I visited him in the seventies, he hated Michael Bentine. It were tough, I tell thee.

So, what did that woman on Big Brother say that got her kicked off?

Don't call me milky chocolate. Or chocolate milky. Either way, it's all sweet on the teeth.

Every day. He just kept making me watch women's tennis until I got over it.