White Williams

This is is wonderful.

Although it made near suicidal with frustration for quite a long time. Whilst working at the retail chain CD's would be sent to pop in our CD player and play. Designed to be cool whilst subliminally encouraging shoppers to be happy, enjoy their shopping experience and buy many items from the shop. I had a pretty macbre fascination with those compilations. I think part of me wanted it to be my job to compile them and send them out. I think I'd have been very good at it. I used to get excited when we got a new CD and would spend quite a while pouring over the track-listing. Well, we'd had this CD for a while and I always found myself doing a little boogie and a bit of sing, much to the amusement to customers, idiots, to this song. So I worked out the other songs on the CD before and after and went to look for the tracklisting. And, I swear to you, swear, I think every tracklisting since the shop had opened was there except that one! I went near mad. Everyone knew about it, managers, the Saturday kids, customers. In the end I stole the CD one night to take home and have The Other Half listen to, "Oh yea. I know this." "Right. So what is it? Who is it?" "I can't remember. But it isn't Hot Chip" Thanks for telling me something I already know. This went on for sometime. I was delirious. I put lyrics in Google, to no avail. I nearly sent it to friends of mine in the blogosphere, but couldn't let them in on my sheer mental degeneration. Eventually I decided to get on with my life. Or what I had left of it having excluded anything other than this track.

And do you know what? As dishevelled as my mind is, I can't remember how it became know to me that it was by White Williams. I think my BestFriendHouseMate might have somehow had something to do with it. I'm not sure any longer. But I now have it on 7" vinyl which I purchased in Camden recently. And somehow that makes it all okay.

So here is the track that I had wanted to share with you all for so, so long.

White Williams - Violator [via YouSendIt for 7 days]

There are new things to have mini-breakdowns about, so please, no comments on how easily I could have resolved this situation.

CELEBRATE!

A distinct, some would even say seismic, shift is taking place. Here at the home of Pop Cultureddd there is much change occuring. Which will hopefully lead to a reinvigorated, rejuvinated and intellectually stimulated author*. At the same time this new era occurs the demise of Jo Whiley has finally happened. The joy imparted is tantamount to all my Birthday's and Christmas's coming at once. I am a very happy lady. Now I could carry on wallowing in somebody else's misfortune (my Mummy would be very proud, she artfully finds hilarity in other people's pain, not in a horrible way, but, you know), but this is probably not very becoming.

So check this out. I love it. Ignore the Whiley before and after.



Woo!

* - I'll still be fucking poor though, probably more so infact.

Old Friendly Fires

Still not really got over Friendly Fires as of yet. And I had been warmed to them even more by Ed's comments to someone on 6 Music, probably Lamacq, that they weren't surprised about being nominated for the Mercury Music Prize. They thought they were the sort of band that would be. Great self-awareness, no pointless, cliched humility. Fuck that.

So here is a mature Friendly Fires track.

I wonder if My Man has heard it?

Friendly Fires - Bring Out Your Dead [via YouSendIt for 7 days]

As a general rule songs that use the word disco and are disco-esque are fantastic.

Wham!

George Michael for the longest time was spitting dabs of my Father. So let's celebrate the fact.

Wham! - Club Tropicana [via YouSendIt for 7 days]