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Dance magic, dance!
May. 6th, 2005 03:00 pmIt's Friday! It's about three o'clock! It's time to Boogie At Your Desk!
( You what? )
Today you are invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:
4ft Fingers - Busted
I encountered the 4ft Fingers supporting The Damned a year or two ago, and despite me getting into a dispute with their singer (on the merch stall afterwards) about whether you're allowed to be a punk band if you come from Cheltenham, they rock mightily.
Busted has extremely silly lyrics (and, indeed, if you're liable to be offended by lines like "Boobs! Tits! Jugs! Breasts!" you should probably give it a miss), but is worth it for the fantastic bass solos it contains[*].
4ft Fingers would just be another fairly competent shouty-tuneful bloke's punk outfit were it not for their bass player. He is rather small and bouncy, as I recall, and clearly wants to be Matt Freeman when he grows up[**]. And he's great, bless'im.
I bought both the albums they were offering at the time; of the two I'd recommend From Hero To Zero. Bung it on in the car, wind the windows down, and drive around the country in the sunshine.
Anyone who wishes to disagree with me about music should bear in mind that I am very wise. The gap left last year when the dentist took my upper right wisdom tooth out (and on my sodding birthday, too!) will shortly cease to be, as I have a new wisdom tooth growing in its place to bring the total back up to four. This means that I am not only ultra cool because I have extra teeth, but am also possessed of great wisdom.
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failmaster, if you're reading, I'd be interested to hear your opinion of it.
[**] Which reminds me, we should probably boogie at desks to Rancid one of these weeks.
( You what? )
Today you are invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:
4ft Fingers - Busted
I encountered the 4ft Fingers supporting The Damned a year or two ago, and despite me getting into a dispute with their singer (on the merch stall afterwards) about whether you're allowed to be a punk band if you come from Cheltenham, they rock mightily.
Busted has extremely silly lyrics (and, indeed, if you're liable to be offended by lines like "Boobs! Tits! Jugs! Breasts!" you should probably give it a miss), but is worth it for the fantastic bass solos it contains[*].
4ft Fingers would just be another fairly competent shouty-tuneful bloke's punk outfit were it not for their bass player. He is rather small and bouncy, as I recall, and clearly wants to be Matt Freeman when he grows up[**]. And he's great, bless'im.
I bought both the albums they were offering at the time; of the two I'd recommend From Hero To Zero. Bung it on in the car, wind the windows down, and drive around the country in the sunshine.
Anyone who wishes to disagree with me about music should bear in mind that I am very wise. The gap left last year when the dentist took my upper right wisdom tooth out (and on my sodding birthday, too!) will shortly cease to be, as I have a new wisdom tooth growing in its place to bring the total back up to four. This means that I am not only ultra cool because I have extra teeth, but am also possessed of great wisdom.
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failmaster, if you're reading, I'd be interested to hear your opinion of it.[**] Which reminds me, we should probably boogie at desks to Rancid one of these weeks.
