Article Archive for February 2005
Legendary writer and journalist Hunter S. Thompson has been found dead at his home in the U.S.
Wiped out by a bullet from his own hand, Hunter was always a man living by a rapidly ticking clock.
It would be counter to all the bullshit he endeavoured to sever for us to prattle on about the man as if we knew
...“Oh Damien, your music touches me so" (Some chick magazine)
“It makes me feel, not listen... feel†(Jo wiley. Radio 1. Possibly)
“The finest talent of his generation†(Woolworths' Hit 40 store display)
Fans love to say this type of guff about Damien Rice. I hope he actually gets to hear some of it before he disappears up his own arse.
Victoria ‘Posh’ Beckham has delivered once again, not another excruciatingly bad pop song, but another boy to add to the Beckham family. Victoria seems to have taken it upon herself to pursue a career in producing babies instead of attempting to resurrect her singing career. Good move.
Britain - let's face it - is not great at very much. Where once we could hold our heads high and say that this was the birthplace of Darwin, Dickins and Churchill, who do we have for heroes now? Ellen MacArthur, a woman who can sail right round the world, all by herself, but still manages to appear less interesting than Steve Ryder? Or Paula Radcliffe, a woman who actually admits to shitting in her knickers during marathons and other race events?
More indescribable toilet fodder heading our way from the techno pillock of pop, aka Moby, who has released 'Lift Me Up', forgetting to add (and hurl me far, far away).
Not to go so far as supporting the similarly bland and fading Eminem, but people really do not, must not, listen to techno anymore. Except Moby insists on continuing to make it.
The soggy earwaxed-to-the-max gene of music refuses to die, thanks
...There now follows a hecklerspray public warning. If you're a regular cinema-goer, you'll know the feeling - having to watch the same godforsaken adverts over and over as they play out their two-month stretch. Remember that BMV promo, directed by Tony Scott and 'starring' walking charisma bypass Clive Owen? Remember thinking: this is about as bad as it gets...
Sorry, folks. The bottom of the barrel is still being scraped. Shampoo saleswoman Beyonce, professional arse-wobbler Jennifer Lopez and ball-kicking village genius David Beckham are obviously all a bit short of cash. That's why they've clubbed together and made a Pepsi Commercial ...
Oh, but don't despair! This isn't some lame Fanta beach-party affair. This is a far classier, 'noirish', two-minute mini-movie set in Hong Kong and featuring kung-fu fights, motorcycles and seedy underworld clubs.
Beyonce even claims that the advert 'looks great', while Beckham describes it as 'incredible'. Would they lie to us? Those two?
So put your worries aside. You won't be vomiting up your popcorn after all. That's because - as soon as this starts showing - you'll probably be avoiding the cinema like a Michael Barrymore Pool Party.
There's misguided. There's very misguided. There's 'let's liberate Iraq' misguided. And then there's this. Anyone with cherished childhood memories might want to look away now, for Bugs Bunny has had a makeover, and it ain't pretty...
