Lucky to get a sneak preview of The Marseille Figs’ latest EP “Jumbo”, as my pre-order CD won’t be around for another week, though you can already buy downloads, and it is likely to feature on very heavy rotation on my MP3 to liven up my commutes.
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Waiting for Gordon to come on the telly. Interesting choice of music to settle the crowd in the conference hall, courtesy of Manchester legends James. Cracking tune obviously and has us humming nostalgically, but I’m sure the diarists are going over it already: (more…)
Rave advance reviews for the new album from the utterly remarkable Marseille Figs. The Dirty Canon sounds like a bigger, bolder and much more brashly produced version of their demo CD stuff, which I really loved. (more…)
Yay! Top techno-country tunesters and trusty Tigmoo tubthumpers Alabama3 are going to be playing at the NHS Together demo tomorrow in Trafalgar Square. Apparently they’ve actually rewritten “Woke Up This Morning” to support the NHS Together Campaign, which is a tad more dedicated to the cause than just turning up and waving – tho personally, I reckon they should have done “Ain’t going to Goa” as “Ain’t going to BUPA” 
I haven’t been able to see them live for years, so am *very* cheerful about this. Plus they’re one of the only groups that I reckon can actually make for a great atmosphere at a lunchtime gig, so it should make for a good fun rally too. See you there!
Yes – this year’s Tolpuddle Festival has SOLD OUT of tickets for the camp site, which must put it on course for a record attendance.
I won’t be going. Mainly because of family committments, but officially I’m not going because I’m boycotting this year’s headliners, Chumbawamba, who I well & truly despise.
Mrs is a big fan, and because our musical tastes are fundamentally unreconcilable (and she would always win the argument) the relentless drone of Chumba’s self-righteous left-negativism used to befoul the flat’s atmosphere on a far too regular basis. Luckily now, Jnr’s musical tastes trump even hers, and we listen to nothing but “The Cat in The Hat” on autorepeat, which I think is a mercy of types.
Anyway, don’t let that stop you going – the wondrous Billy Bragg will be there, like the ravens in the Tower, and there’s Mark Thomas, The Men They Couldn’t Hang, and so much other stuff (and more than enough beer) to help you ignore the gaggle of oafish Prescott-dousers chanting “Can’t hear you, cos your mouth’s full of sh*t”, whilst failing to notice the turds in their own maw.
And hey, it might even be sunny!
