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It's Friday! But it's not three o'clock, and it's not time to boogie at your desk.
However, by the time 3pm hoves into view, I confidently expect to be involved in a highly complex Pintwatch mission involving trains. You seem like a trustworthy bunch of people, so I'm sure that if I post this now you'll all be good and won't read it til the correct time. You know I'll be very disappointed in you if I hear any reports of premature boogying.
So off you go. Come back later.
Right. Is it 3pm ? Are you sure ? Ok, off we go:
It's Friday! It's about three o'clock! It's time to Boogie At Your Desk!
( You what? )
Today you were invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:
The Housemartins - We're Not Deep
Yes, yes, I know there's absolutely nothing cool about liking The Housemartins. There's a bit of kitsch value in Happy Hour[*], but beyond that they're just a faint marker point in the howling credibility gap between The Beautiful South and Fatboy Slim.
I bought a tape copy of London Nil Hull 4 , second hand, for coppers last year. I was after cheap car-stereo fodder, and figured it was worth a try. It's gentle-sounding, very deceptive and terribly, terribly English, like an older, poppier forerunner of Belle & Sebastian[**]. You get the feeling that they could write a song about the biggest heartbreak in the world, hide it behind a pretty melody and a glossy guitar riff and all the people who sang along would never notice.
Besides, the album has silly comments in the sleevenotes, which is always a winner with me.
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onebyone, wimble, ChrisC, and anyone else involved in that conversation so far: The Housemartins, Happy Hour ?
[**] Yes, yes, I know what the smartarses are going to say. Shh. Last year I was developing a wonderful theory of English suburban pop until I realised that Belle & Sebastian are bloody Scottish.
However, by the time 3pm hoves into view, I confidently expect to be involved in a highly complex Pintwatch mission involving trains. You seem like a trustworthy bunch of people, so I'm sure that if I post this now you'll all be good and won't read it til the correct time. You know I'll be very disappointed in you if I hear any reports of premature boogying.
So off you go. Come back later.
Right. Is it 3pm ? Are you sure ? Ok, off we go:
It's Friday! It's about three o'clock! It's time to Boogie At Your Desk!
( You what? )
Today you were invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:
The Housemartins - We're Not Deep
Yes, yes, I know there's absolutely nothing cool about liking The Housemartins. There's a bit of kitsch value in Happy Hour[*], but beyond that they're just a faint marker point in the howling credibility gap between The Beautiful South and Fatboy Slim.
I bought a tape copy of London Nil Hull 4 , second hand, for coppers last year. I was after cheap car-stereo fodder, and figured it was worth a try. It's gentle-sounding, very deceptive and terribly, terribly English, like an older, poppier forerunner of Belle & Sebastian[**]. You get the feeling that they could write a song about the biggest heartbreak in the world, hide it behind a pretty melody and a glossy guitar riff and all the people who sang along would never notice.
Besides, the album has silly comments in the sleevenotes, which is always a winner with me.
[*] Footnote for
onebyone, wimble, ChrisC, and anyone else involved in that conversation so far: The Housemartins, Happy Hour ?[**] Yes, yes, I know what the smartarses are going to say. Shh. Last year I was developing a wonderful theory of English suburban pop until I realised that Belle & Sebastian are bloody Scottish.
