Yep-sir-ee-bobs-yer uncle Jim has fixed it for you... (and you and you)
and the clappiest pop song of them all...
and the clappiest classical piece...
Yep-sir-ee-bobs-yer uncle Jim has fixed it for you... (and you and you)
and the clappiest pop song of them all...
and the clappiest classical piece...
Posted by Version 2.3 at 08:14 5 comments
Labels: Music Review
The question is, can you have a sad song that has clapping in it? Well David Bowie’s Space Oddity I suppose, or is that just odd? On the whole though, clapping is an invite to the party, it’s turning the music up, dancing, laughing, and knocking back another tequila. I LOVE clapping in songs. And before you get started, I concede that sometimes there is a fine line between clapping and you know, drumming. But if it’s drumming pretending to be clapping I’ve included it. Because I can. And what about real clapping versus electronic clapping noises? Well if it sets my internal clapometer vibrating, It's in.
23 Simon and Garkunkel Cecilia
Kicking off with a solid riot of clapping.
22 Meatloaf On a hot summer night (You took the words right out of my mouth)
Look, it’s a countdown. They get better. At least I spared you Radio GaGa
21 J Geils Band Centerfold
The clapping makes this song 26% less naff.
20 Tony Basil Mickey
Not to include it would have been churlish.
19 Blonde Redhead Silently
Ok not much of a clap, but a good excuse to listen to Blonde Redhead again.
18 Michael Jackson Thriller
Is it drumming or clapping? It's clapping. The Zombies tell me so.
17 Gary Glitter Rock n Roll
I know it’s not cool to like Gary Glitter, but what a song!
16 The Bird and the Bee Again and Again
Barely there clapping. Enough to bring out the smiles though.
I defy you to listen to this song and not feel happy.
14 Ol Dirty Bastard feat. Kelis Baby I got your money
The first of the very effective and oft used ‘duo clap’
13 David Bowie Space Oddity
That clapping comes out of NOWHERE!
12 Queens of the Stone Age Everybody be Happy
We are, we are!!
11 George Michael Faith.
This video is really gay. And I don't mean it's bad.
10 The Cure Close to me
Wardrobe clapping
9 The Proclaimers Throw the R away
The Proclaimers like Ol’ Dirty bastard know that the careful placing of 2 lone claps often maketh the song
8 M.I.A Sunshowers
A prime case of drumming pretending to be clapping. I could have included the whole of Arular really. It sets my clapometer vibrating like a washing machine.
7 Josh Pyke Middle of the Hill
Josh Pyke is Australian. That’s why you haven’t heard of him. I would describe this as a dusky early evening clap.
6 Gomez Las Vegas Dealer
Gomez are so underrated! Good use of the flamenco style clap
5 Louis XIV Illegal Tender/Hey Teacher
Louis XIV love clapping; I love Louis XIV. No link. Boo.
4 Broken Social Scene Stars and Sons
Well behaved clapping turning fully mental.
3 The Dandy Warhols We used to be friends
This wins second prize for the perfectly place duo clap. I was working behind the bar in Baroque when this came out and I played it incessantly. I miss playing music god in bars, smiting people with my toons.
2 Kings of Leon King of the Rodeo
First prize
1 Stealers Wheel Stuck in the middle with you
You have to admit this is just a great clapping song. It makes you want to get into a car, roll the top down, and drive to Mexico. A worthy winner, a shocking video
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White Horses - cheesier than even Black Beauty
The Littlest Hobo - brings a tear every time (bless)
Champion The Wonder Horse - like a thingy of lightening - very very frightening
The Wombles - Orinoco flow
Stingray and what about Aqua Marina
The Banana Splits La-La laaa Lala La-Laa ad infinitum
Buffy - The later versions got quite speedy n'est pas?
The Monkees - here they come...
Robin of Sherwood ahh haa - the hooded man. Used to love this mystical nonsense
The Persuaders - by the man behind the Bond musical classics
Captain Scarlet indestructuctable and untoucable theme tune (no place for Joe 90 and his magic glasses though)
Minder so good for you... (apparently has been known to write a theme toon and sing a theme toon, in his time).
Are You Being Served - going up (as sampled by Coil). Have you seen Mrs Slocombe's cat ?
Fireball XL5 - Another Gerry Anderson series, this time staring Steve Zodiac. He would go on to find fame later, in hit US series Veronica Mars...
Posted by Version 2.3 at 22:02 1 comments
Labels: Lists
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Well who'd of thought anyone could get themselves a musical career by ripping off Gary Numan and Tubeway Army - well I'll tell you who - Late Of The Pier (klaxons wannabees) that's who!!!
Posted by Version 2.3 at 00:48 0 comments
I love this bassline - reminds me of The Sisters. A really infectious tune that gets better with each listen. So OK the lyrics ain't gonna win no literary awards - but who's really listening to the words when there's a bassline as cool as this anyhoo.... "I wanna" hmm "Trash" hmm "Trigger"
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Made Of Honour stars Patrick Dempsey (Grey's Anatomy) and Michelle Monaghan as best mates who really (though they don't know it yet) love each other in a marriage-kinda-way. It's OK and has hilarious Scottish accents in it - even from Kevin Mckidd. It's all been done before and better, though if you haven't seen any of those flicks it is nearly OK-ish (5).
Forgetting Sarah Marshall is that new post - post - post modern comedy from those Knocked up 40 year old virgin producers/masters of post post post modern comedy. You know the one with Russell Brand and some Americans. Russell seems to be playing himself - so he's nae bad for a comedian. Jason Segel (Knocked up) is good as is Kristen Bell (Heroes) but Jonah Hill (also Knocked Up and Superbad) stole the funny honours for me. It's a bit better than OK, so if there's nowt on telly - give it a go. (5.32)
And the winner is: Forgetting Sarah Marshall by a small internal belly chuckle....
Posted by Version 2.3 at 08:50 0 comments
Labels: Film Review
I can't believe she's only 18. Check this out too
Posted by kiki at 00:11 3 comments
I can't explain it. I just love the Zutons. Perhaps it's a scouse thing. I'm glad they must now be rolling in it because of the Amy Winehouse cover of Valerie (I'd be happy to never actually hear that again mind). Their brill new single Always right behind you
Posted by kiki at 15:33 2 comments
Labels: Music Review
It’s a well known fact that Glasgow is more stylish than Edinburgh. In Edinburgh anything more flamboyant than a jeans/t-shirt combo in muted beige screams raving queen to the forward thinking Auld Reekie style police. Now Glasgow is a different animal altogether- embracing all things au courant, from skinny jeans to curly perms. And that’s just the lads. No surprises then that Glasgow outdid herself when the nouveau folk style gauntlet was thrown down by Monday’s much anticipated Iron and Wine/Bon Iver gig. The Glasgow ABC was awash with a fine array of magnificent beards. By the looks of things some definitely started when tickets went on sale 2 months ago, but even the style lightweights were sporting a tributary couple of days growth. The question is, did our visiting folksters deserve their fuzzy homage? The answer is, yes and no.
The Bon Iver album For Emma, forever ago was released here last Monday, but if you’ve been anywhere near the internet since its US release you will have undoubtedly already heard it. The album is like a quiet spooky cry in the darkness, so it was weird that the first thing that struck me on Monday was how loud it was- you know, more of a big loud wail in the darkness. The audience seemed kind of stunned at being allowed to see something so, well, soul baring. By the time Skinny love ended we were all in love. When we were asked to sing the refrain of ‘what might have been lost’ on Wolves, I tell you, I felt like one on those hippies in the John Mills Quatermass mini series, having a semi hysterical mass religious experience. The only downside is that after promising us 2 more songs the gig suddenly ended, and before my favourite song Re-Stacks. Short as it was though, it was going to be a pretty hard act to follow. Still, Iron and Wine started off pretty well with some nice acoustic numbers, they even played my favourite leaving Japan song ‘Passing afternoon’ which definitely brought a ‘that was then but this is now’ tear to my eye. Sadly my favourite song also heralded the arrival of the band which turned out to be their undoing. It put me in mind of when me and V.23 went to see Michelle Shocked in Preston after the Campfire tapes came out and the whole thing was smothered by a thick layer of crap band- plodding drums, boring arrangements, 70s electric piano, you know the kind of thing. I guess the moral of the story is that if you get yourself a pub band to play with you, you will sound like, well you know, a pub band. Let the Phoenix Nights version of the Proclaimer’s Letter from America be a lesson to us all. Suffice it to say, Iron and Wine’s band took away more than they gave, drowning all that delicate prettiness in a sea of bland. To make it worse, they were given more and more noodling time as the night wore on, which left the audience scratching their beards and wondering (as Justin Vernon might) about what might have been lost, and wishing we could get him back for the songs we had missed.
Posted by kiki at 13:38 0 comments
Labels: gig review, Music Review
Saw Pendulum on the Radio One Festival thing last week playing this live and they were awesome - jaw droppingly good actually. I do prefare the live version and that rarely happens - but here's the proper Vid - Anthemically toe-tappingly, head-bangerly and sing-a-long-er-ily-songy. This is the follow up to the equally catchy "Granite". It's less dancey/drummy/basey though. Think Muse vs Linkin Park - Enjoy.
Posted by Version 2.3 at 02:06 1 comments
Labels: Music Review
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Labels: Film Review
I’ve been like a pig in shit this week, with music coming out of my ears. Literally. I started with the new Gnarls Barkley album The Odd couple, interspersed with Portishead’s new release Third. The effect was like having a manic episode. Now I can hardly listen to one without the other without becoming dangerously unbalanced. The Gnarls Barklay is this high energy pop soul explosion, with shades of Stevie Wonder, The Supremes and I can even hear R Dean Taylor. It makes me feel warm, and oddly energetic. Oh, and there’s clapping. Lots of it. So you know, that always tips me over the edge. I would call it the future feel good soundtrack of the summer, if that wasn’t such a cliché. No guaranteeing the summer part either. Sigh. It’s been 11 years since Portishead brought out a studio album, and in the meantime, we have all finally managed to admit that absolutely no one ever knew what trip hop was. It didn’t sound like hip hop, or tripping (that sounds like squirrels). Not only was said sound confined to Bristol, it turned out on closer inspection it was a sound confined to, well , Portishead and Tricky. It wins the award for the most fatuous of the made up music genre words, although Emo comes pretty close. Anyhoo. It was a good word wasn’t it? Personally I think Portishead are Goths, and this album is a goth dream. It will take you to a cold dark place and let you look into the belly of the beast and the bleakness of your own soul. The weird thing is, you will enjoy it- Even the Machine Gun one, and that weird accordion one. Trust me. And talking of weird, I’ve also been listening to Lykke li. She is a Swedish chick with big Scandinavian hair. I like the ambiguity her name, you know, is it pronounced Licky Lee? Or Likey lie? I have started calling her Lookie Likie in honour of the French and Saunders sketch. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t mind. She seems a bit odd. And her album’s a bit odd too- Kind of goofy, but sweet . It’s not perfect, but there’s enough on it to keep you smiling. And there’s more clapping- it really has been a good week!
And ending on a high note (literally) it’s the wonderful Crystal Castles. Imagine if all the old Atari games consoles, Pac man and Space Invaders machines from the 80s were buried under a spooky house, and an ill advised kitchen extension caused their bones to be disturbed, and they came back to life as evil spirits hell bent on wreaking their revenge, then you would have something approximating the sound of Crystal Castles. Now I’ve got to admit that I do prefer the ones that have something approaching a tune, but I am getting on, so fair play. They are awesome, in a greek tragedy , not Bill and Ted type of way.
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Labels: Music Review, The Sunday Round-up