Monday, May 23, 2005
Sick as all grown men know is a good excuse
Found my illicit (mmm, say that again) demo copy of mclusky's 'G.E.R.M.S'. Their 'lost' album, deliberately named possibly so that F could indulge in sneering down inane enquiries as to whether it was a snide reference to 'J.E.E.P'. (If you're reading this, F, and are sniggering at my tokenistic abbreviation of your name despite explicit mention of your old band, feel free to put me straight on this. It's affectionate, you should know, a bit tongue-in-cheek, like. And I'm not putting 'G.E.R.M.S' up on eBay or anything. I want to keep it all to myself. But put something else out soon or I'll get stroppy.)
Yes. So there are some great half-polished hunks of unhearditude there amongst some tracks that got re-recorded and ended up on their album proper. I can't remember which song it was that made Radio 1 history by being played three times in succession by Zane Lowe or some other swine, but I'm sure they were heartily embarrassed by that event. Anyway, I remember hoping that this one particular excruciatingly slow moody track wouldn't end up being jettisoned, but it was. I think I probably whinged aloud, and then privately had a bit of a mourn. Whether intentionally or not (suspect emphatically not), it was reminiscent of 'That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore' if only because it faded out at the end and then - and then - faded back in again. I'd forgotten that it did that until just now. In place of "I've seen this happen in other people's lives, now it's happening in mine", the refrain is "What's wrong with getting what you want? What's wrong with getting what you want?" in a sort of plaintively loutish tone. Fade back in on anguished howls. Stop. Other gems included
Selling sex to kids can fuck you up, it can, oh yes it can.
Waiting at the bar with their claws on my credit card
She wants to live and work in a gay bubble
That last one is a song title. "A gay bubble wants to live and work in her. Some days the smell in here could make a grown man sick." Should have been a single, really, if there were a just and fair God.
I can't tell if it's raining or not. How intensely annoying.
What's wrong with getting what you want? What's wrong with getting what you want?
Yes. So there are some great half-polished hunks of unhearditude there amongst some tracks that got re-recorded and ended up on their album proper. I can't remember which song it was that made Radio 1 history by being played three times in succession by Zane Lowe or some other swine, but I'm sure they were heartily embarrassed by that event. Anyway, I remember hoping that this one particular excruciatingly slow moody track wouldn't end up being jettisoned, but it was. I think I probably whinged aloud, and then privately had a bit of a mourn. Whether intentionally or not (suspect emphatically not), it was reminiscent of 'That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore' if only because it faded out at the end and then - and then - faded back in again. I'd forgotten that it did that until just now. In place of "I've seen this happen in other people's lives, now it's happening in mine", the refrain is "What's wrong with getting what you want? What's wrong with getting what you want?" in a sort of plaintively loutish tone. Fade back in on anguished howls. Stop. Other gems included
Selling sex to kids can fuck you up, it can, oh yes it can.
Waiting at the bar with their claws on my credit card
She wants to live and work in a gay bubble
That last one is a song title. "A gay bubble wants to live and work in her. Some days the smell in here could make a grown man sick." Should have been a single, really, if there were a just and fair God.
I can't tell if it's raining or not. How intensely annoying.
What's wrong with getting what you want? What's wrong with getting what you want?
