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I met Guy Garvey once. I cannot remember any of it. I was so in love. Always had been.

My plan for him to fall in love with me upon sight didn't work.

Sigh.

I'm-totally-obsessed-with-Hot-Chip Overrun

Where is all my time going? I've barely seen a computer all week! My apologies.

My very gorgeous Boyfriend, please look away now. It's all talk. You know me.

Okay, so I said I have a personal admission.

I have a huge crush, and have had since I saw Hot Chip live in May 2006, on Joe Goddard of the band. And due to all the promo at the moment given the release of their album I must say he has crept up my obscure crushes chart-- No, I don't have one, but you get what I mean, he is in the periphery of my consciousness more.

Having seen the promo video on their MySpace profile in which Owen, Alexis and Joe talk about the process of making their new album Made In The Dark it is pretty much a wonderful thing to witness, people talking about music so eloquently (God knows you aren't going to get any of that here at P.C.!), and then, THEN, its like pillow talk for me. Whilst talking about the track Don't Dance there is anti-capitalist type phrases and a definite incling toward a sociological viewing of dancing in a club!

I have some strange likings, apparently. But I think he is cute. He has a deep singing voice, plays a synth, can grow a nice beard and I imagine would be pretty nifty in the kitchen (an imagining of all my crushes). As my Mum would say, "He looks like a homely boy".

Imagine my utter delight at last weeks Never Mind The Buzzcocks to see him sat there.. in a jacket.. with a beard! I giggled and swooned.

Look!



The sort of guy you'd be proud to take home to your Mum.

I'm-totally-obsessed-with-Hot-Chip Week Pt. II

Gathering momentum and ever joyous responses Hot Chip look to be falling into the periphery of those ever more mainstream estute chart lovers. Maybe the inversion of popular styles and genres of music, and even more specifically rhythm and instrumental sound, to create something accessible whilst being totally different works in favour of the band.

It is quite strange to talk to people at my University who tell me when mentioning Hot Chip that they too are massive, die-hard fans, yet have never realised there was an album (or in fact any sort of music produced by the band) before The Warning, their second album, or even more nit-pickingly precise, the single Over And Over. I suppose lyrics regarding monkeys, cymbals and the spelling of sexy, electronica-porn words will always evoke attention.

But I find it sad that Coming On Strong is overlooked. And, yes, I must admit it makes me judge these persons pretty harshly. Okay, so it might not be their fault they've never made the effort to peruse the discography section of the bands website to see there is a whole LP plus EP's that they have missed, but if it is the case then I don't want to hear claims of die-hard fan status. I have neither the time nor the energy for lies.

So here is a massively haphazard video I quickly found from YouTube of a collection of Hot Chip bit-and-bob type clips of performances of Down With Prince. We are illustrating the greatness of 'early' Hot Chip material. Whatever 'early' might mean. Construe from that what you will.



Gettin' down with your own badness!!"

You know it is bad when..

..your dancing just doesn't have any feeling to it anymore. Even locked away in the privacy of your own room. It's just gone. The lust for life. Or something.

Okay, so we've established that the depression has sunk in. And we can blame it on everything. So enough wallowing and self-pitying. I assume it doesn't make for good reading.

Hot Chip.

I may proclaim this I'm-totally-obsessed-with-Hot-Chip Week. In which there will be an out-pouring of adoration, sharing of pictures, videos and music, and, well, the icing on your great big Hot Chip cake, a possibly personal admission or two. Ahem.

Woo! Huzzah! Woo and huzzah!

Let's have my old reliable favourite from Coming On Strong. There was a point in my life when I was totally obsessed with this track. And I still love it.

Hot Chip - Playboy [via YouSendIt for 7 days]

So this random week of Hot Chip lovin' will run Wednesday to Wednesday, as I am totally defiant of the days of the week, obviously.

If this makes no sense, is in any way odd or strange then I blame it on the fact I reckon I'm still recovering from some sort of alcohol poisoning. Not recommended.

The Presets

My People - The Presets

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I suffer from time to time with periods which I go through boughts of quite horrendous nightmares. I am a very open book. Like, stupidly open. But some things are just too difficult to share. Knowing my brain likes to be rather mean to me in the night whilst I'm trying to indulge in some unconscious kipping is just really rather torturous.

Anyway, I had a nightmare last night that pretty much left me feeling very far from human for most of the day. And the song featured above was playing in part of said nightmare. Bizarre, eh?

Cut Copy

I am not normally one to get excited-- no, wait-- yea I am. But even more than usual, I am excited about going to see Cut Copy.

When my Mummy told me I had post to return to and she thought that one of my envelopes might be gig tickets, she is very estute now at gaging that having seen so many in their various packagings, I was giddy. When I opened them in the kitchen on my return anyone would have worried at that much uncontained movement in a space that held so many hot, sharp and generally dangerous items would end in tears. It probably been worth the injury.

My mother was utterly baffled by this extreme reaction. And I must admit, I even shocked myself, I mean, the most exciting thing will be my very favourite song. But sometimes, when you absolutely fall for a song, no matter what the feelings for the band/artist and their other work, the prospect of seeing it performed can do wild things.

So, song in question, Saturdays.



If you'd like a little more Cut Copy then keep your beady eye on the lovely blog Fun And Heartbreak as I may write a post with a Cut Copy track included. Aren't I kind?

Lo-Fi-FNK

Last year in what seemed to be an eternally long, dark, depressing winter there was a great big gay, Swedish, electro beacon that carried me through.

The wonderous Lo-Fi-FNK.

And yesterday feeling at an utter loss (one that not even listening to Camera Oscura could be a cathartic release) I decided to flick through my MP3 player on my journey home from York to Teesside. Boylife not only managed to bring a smile to my face, a giggle to my demeanour but some much needed courage to spur me on.

Technology is working against me today, I'm afraid, but here's the video for Steppin' Out. Not prizes for guessing its meaning.