Lamentably earnest Canadian ear-botherers Arcade Fire have expressed their distaste of adulation, unlimited financial resources, fast cars, supermodel girlfriends and generally having the time of their bloody lives.
Recently quoted as believing they ‘do not belong in the mainstream pop charts’, the band have prompted heartfelt agreement from not only the mainstream pop charts but the majority of the world’s population – many of whom have their own things to worry about and require some ‘fun’ when they listen to a record.
Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of upcoming major label releases.
We think that we’ve picked out a nicely diverse collection of albums this week. We’re not overly fond of all of them, but, hey: we call things as we hear them and then allow you to decide (except for the new one from Communist hippies Arcade Fire, because you simply must like that. Oh yes: YOU MUST).
That aside, we have songs from Radio 2 emoto-princess Katie Melua, and some wonderfully jaunty Irish nonsense from Gaelic Storm.
Boxing day. A day of cold turkey, lingering family resentment and the fist-hard realisation that you didn't get a Nintendo Wii.
But don't worry. We're here. Well, actually we're not here at all. We wrote this weeks ago. Right now we're either laying on the balcony of an exclusive five-star hotel in the Seychelles or we're watching An American Tail on TV in bed with a bucket of Haribo and a hangover. Who knows where our lives will take us?
Anyway, as is now fast becoming traditional in the week between Christmas and the new year, we're going to fill the gap with the Spraylist, a personal insight into the stuff our senior writers liked best this year. And we're kicking off today with everyone's favourite albums…
Lamentably earnest Canadian ear-botherers Arcade Fire have expressed their distaste of adulation, unlimited financial resources, fast cars, supermodel girlfriends and generally having the time of their bloody lives.
