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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Sigh, The Doughboys, Ringo Starr

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of this week’s major label releases. It’s Monday. Just another plain old Monday. Another day of sighs, cries and whys. Why, dear God? Why would you do this to mankind, the very fruits of your celestial loins? Why would you torture us so, when we [...]

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Jay Leno, Conan O’Brien Lock Horns (And Chins)

by Paul Gibson

Americans just love their late night TV talk shows. It’s huge over there: even bigger  than apple pie, white picket fences and an incomprehensible urge to waggle their willy at underdeveloped Middle Eastern countries. Which means the reports that one of the shows’ hosts might be quitting because another one wants his old job back [...]

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Top Five Best Ever American Idol Moments

by Paul Gibson

The new season of American Idol starts tomorrow. We will of course be providing full, gold-plated coverage of the goings on (here’s a quick preview: a contestant’s granddad just died, a contestant has a sad mother who’d cheer up if they won the show, and a contestant has an inexplicably over-developed sense of their own [...]

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Katharine McPhee, Ke$ha

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of this week’s major label releases. Look, treat us easy, okay? We’ve overdone it a little bit on all the good stuff that’s bad for you. The wine, the eggnog, the…gingerbread? Seriously? Whatever, point is we’re barely up for this at the moment. But that’s [...]

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Demi Moore Is 47 Years Old, Biatches

by Paul Gibson

Bees communicate with each other by dancing – much like a boy and a girl when boozed up in a noisy nightclub. Herring communicate by farting – much like a boy and another boy when boozed up on a sofa watching telly. Demi Moore takes a different approach to getting her message across: she communicates [...]

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: James Horner, Caroline Herring, Morphine

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of this week’s major label releases. Christmas is almost here. We can feel it coming by the nip in the air; we can smell it coming by the everywhere-scent of cinnamon; we can see it coming in the wide-eyed desperation of parents trying to locate [...]

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Hollywood Undead, Jimmy Buffett, Snoop Dogg

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of this week’s major label releases. We have spent the last week playing with a three-inch remote controlled helicopter. It taught us two lessons. Firstly, three-inch remote controlled helicopters can be “awesome” (us) or “so scary I did a wee and some poop at the [...]

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Susan Boyle, Adam Lambert, Chris Moyles

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of this week’s major label releases. This is it: the Christmas moneygrab officially starts here. The record companies have been softening us up recently, with small-arms fire from the likes of Sting and Ronan Keating. But this week, they pull the camouflage netting away from [...]

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Stereophonics, Ronan Keating And N-Dubz

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of this week’s major label releases. Another week, another Monday. Another soul-grinding day of pretending to like your colleagues. Even Dave in security, who will tell you all about his weekend’s sexploits despite the whole office knowing he hasn’t seen any ladybits in fifteen years. [...]

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Sting, Bryn Terfel, Brett Anderson

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of this week’s major label releases. There have been many songs written about Monday, but they all seem to use the working week’s start as a metaphor for sadness, despair, and classroom shooting rampages. Well, no more: your Mango thinks this is a pretty damn [...]

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