Oh, and also

Pete, if you’re reading: I’m getting there.

currently playing: New Order – Waiting For The Sirens’ Call

I Olve 2005: Day 17: YEAAAAAH!

New Order — Waiting For The Sirens’ Call

We need to put together a petition to stop Barney from yelling during Love Will Tear Us Apart. It really doesn’t suit whoops of joy, you know.

Anyway, it would be foolish to deny that New Order haven’t lost anything with the departure of Gillian from the band. It’s difficult to pin it down exactly, but both Get Ready and Waiting… do seem more laddish than, say, Republic or Technique. And yes, it could be said that at this stage in their life, New Order are rearranging old songs rather than pushing boundaries like they did the 1980s.

None of that makes the final words of Waiting For The Sirens’ Call any less heartbreaking. Bernard Sumner gets a lot of criticism for his lyrics, most of which is unfair (I am, of course, not going to stand up for “Here comes love/it’s like honey/you can’t buy/it with money”). Of course he can’t compare with Ian Curtis, but then Sumner isn’t trying to. New Order’s lyrics are often less about how they look when written down, but how they sound when actually sung. Okay, the same could be said about pretty much any act, but New Order take it to an extreme. For them, the voice is just another instrument, and as long as it sounds right, they seem to feel that it’ll all hang together in the end. Which it invariably does.

How many times must I lose my way, hey
How many words do I have to say, hey
What can I do just to make you see
That you’re so good for a man like
A man like me

Words on a screen just can’t convey the tired and resigned way that Barney sets off into a Peter Hook-sponsored sunset.

(Other notable New Order releases this year: Singles, which despite a few flaws, is a fine collection for people who want the hits, and the Collection, DVD set, comprising all their video promos (except True Faith ‘94, but that was just the original True Faith video with other New Order videos spliced in at various points, so you’re not missing anything), and the documentary NewOrderStory, featuring the voiceover that I imagine Paul Morley still smiles about.)

currently playing: Annie – Anniemal

I Evol 2005: Bootsy Collins!

Madonna — Hung Up

Because this year’s catchphrase should be: “BIGGIE! NO!”

currently playing: Johnny Boy – Johnny Boy Theme

I Lvoe 2005: Day 14: Simon Got There First

The Dirty Three featuring Cat Power — Great Waves

our bodies are exploding / as the sky spews through our mouths

Damn him! But he has it up for download, so go and get it. The most harrowing thing that Chan Marshall has sung since You Are Free’s Names. Play it at your Christmas party!

currently playing: Imani Coppola – I’m a Tree

We interrupt this countdown…

To say that we’ve now heard JCB Song, and despite the fact that it’s so twee that even Belle & Sebastian and Heavenly regularly beat it up for its lunch money, you can’t help smile (the appearance of Optimus Prime in the video helps, of course). We wholeheartedly support buying a bootload of copies (known in the trade as “doing a Louis Walsh”, natch) to deny Westlife a 14th number one.

Also, Girls Aloud’s cover of Merry Xmas Everybody is one of the most woeful things I’ve ever heard…

currently playing: Act – Absolutely Immune

I Ovle 2005: Day 12: HEY HEY HEY MY MY MY

Junior Senior — Take My Time

Thus answering that long-asked question “what would happen if you took a BBC Radiophonic Workshop TV theme, slapped a dancebeat to it, and roped in Kate Piersen from the B-52s (and obviously, of Shiny Happy People Infamy)?”

The answer turns out to be “surprisingly fun, actually.”

currently playing: Stereolab – Kybernetická Babička Pt 2

Icy Webs

So cold, even the spiders were hiding.

I Am The Night!

Batman keeps a watchful eye over Legotown…

Not Only But Also…

I blame Girls Aloud’s rather poor chart placing (#11), solely down to the fact that Amazon are being slackers about sending my copy out…

(although, we can hope that The Darkness joke may in fact be coming to a long-overdue end, with their album disappearing down the charts this week)

currently playing: Danny Wilson – Mary’s Prayer

I Love 2005: Day 11: The Death of Optimus Prime

William Campbell & Kevin MacNeil — Local Man Ruins Everything

Stornoway. I was born in dismay. I have brain-scars like scratches on an old LP Rush, Rainbow, Ian Gillan, AC/DC They all fall away to ‘I’m telling on you’ singsonged In playgrounds that now seem haunted to me.

Look at it this way. I’m sorry. You look at us, you listen to us You think we’re worthwhile Because we’ve conquered the world But I raise a toast to the Local Man Who Ruins Everything. (The Local Man Who Ruins Everything.)

Are we always destined to be frustrated? Shall we always arrive there late? Tell me God there’s more to life.

Stornoway, I was always that way. The girls pulled my hair, skip-rhymed away Into something like today. Memory’s like a teacher, it never goes away. I still believe Mac an t-Sronaich will kill me on a Sunday.

Look at it this way. I’m sorry. Don’t look at us, don’t listen to us. When they put a camera in my face I said Caite bheil an Dalai Lama againn fhin? And raised a toast instead to the Local Man Who Ruins Everything. (The Local Man Who Ruins Everything.)

Are we always destined to be frustrated? Shall we always arrive there late? Tell me God there’s more to life.

Orange crush and cheeky chips. The Country Dancing that brought us hip to hip It’s all gone now, we live for the kicks Of a football team, of a national dream. I feel lost in the losses of our relationships.

Look at it this way. I’m sorry. You look at us, you listen to us You think we’re worthwhile Because we’ve conquered the world But I raise a toast to the Local Man Who Ruins Everything. (The Local Man Who Ruins Everything.)

Are we always destined to be frustrated? Shall we always arrive there late? Tell me God there’s more to life.

The wet smell of trees and metallic beers in the Castle Grounds those ruinous years showed us failure’s like nostalgia, just, insincere. It happened there, it brings us here. There is nothing but We’re here. We’re here.

Look at it this way. I’m sorry. You look at us, you listen to us You think we’re worthwhile Because we’ve conquered the world But I raise a toast to the Local Man Who Ruins Everything. (The Local Man Who Ruins Everything.)

Are we always destined to be frustrated? Shall we always arrive there late? Tell me God there’s more to life.

Are we always destined to be frustrated? Shall we always arrive there late? Tell me God there’s more to life.

currently playing: The Pipettes – Simon Says