A long, long time ago, I bought this single and fell in love with Therapy? One perfect album and a shitload of great songs hasn't saved them from relative obscurity though. In fact, I was asked who they were and what kind of music they made by an urchin serving behind the counter in HMV last week. I couldn't come up with an adequate comparison at the time, though I told him their early stuff was 'Industrial'. He looked at me like a teenager might look at an uncle trying to tell him about the good old days when Mud and Showaddywaddy walked the earth. It occurred to me later that what they sound like is a cross between Metallica and The Buzzcocks, though the clip above demonstrates more than just a passing fancy for Nine Inch Nails and Front 242. It should be noted that it seems fair to say that Liam Howlett of The Prodigy probably cocked an ear to this one on hisway to making stuff like Firestarter and Breathe.
Also, just tolet youknow, I'm back to using Fotothing to upload photos online. Theres a slideshow somewhere at the bottom of this very blog which I shall try to update every day.
Bloody shit thick amateurs, didn't even have the guile to try making some money off it...........
I have to say, my jaw dropped when I heard this one. It actually sounds not unlike something out of Blue Jam or Brass Eye. As with many cruel and stupid people, the women in question didn't seem to believe that their actions were in any way objectionable and decided that nobody would mind if they left evidence of their little hobby lying about for just anyone to find. File Under: Am I Really Reading This?
Ok, I've only gone and forgotten my bank PIN number..
"How the fuck did you manage that iLL Man!!!" I hear you all shout.
Well, I've been entering the number for about six months without any real problem, yet yesterday I'm in the Co-Op and standing at the machine, sprawling over cardboard boxes and other gubbins left over from the latest re-fit (an absolute disaster in my mind, the place seems even smaller than it was) and trying to get what little cash I have out of the machine. It was one of those moments where you can't remember quite what order the digits go in. Twice I entered what I thought was my code, only to be told that I had typed in the wrong number. I believe these machines swallow your card after the third unsuccessful attempt, so I got the hell out of there before something drastic happened. I still can't decide what the right combo is and I now only have one attempt at it left. I'm just going to get the PIN changed and draw out cash from a branch in the interim.......
I think this is only the start of some kind of premature dementia. I'm genuinely freaked out by this and haven't been quite right since............... File Under: Why Doesn't My Brain Work Properly?
Thank God for cousin Al and his Circle Of Tyrants. Thrash Metal isn't really my bag, but the gig at the Soundhaus was a good laugh. COT actually took me by surprise, heavier than an axe in the forehead and plenty good banter between songs. Oh, and stagediving too. The last time I saw that, the bouncers at The Garage were trying to make their minds up if they really wanted to go in after the naked singer from The Jesus Lizard.
I don't get out much folks......
I was then accosted on the way home by three rather lovely and amusing dames who decided that it might be a good idea if I joined them on their quest for more booz, despite the fact that I only had about a tenner to my name. I decided that the night was indeed young and it would be a pleasure to join them. Anyway, turns out Tawnya and Jodi are Canadians travelling across Europe and Diane is putting them up for a few days. Ended up in the ABC for a few and then over the road for some Pakora.
Cheers for the fags, beer and laughs ladies. File Under: You Know, Things Could Be So Much Fucking Worse.......
