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It'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:
The Supernaturals - Sheffield Song
(If you don't want to download a file with an mp3 suffix, click here to get a zipped version.)
Well, I did promise that BAYD would be back for special occasions like (I said) the annivesary of the Queen's accession[*]. Which turns out to have been on Monday - but you can't boogie properly on a Monday, can you ? No, you can't.
Some years ago, a bunch of us trotted up the hill to Brookes to see Sleeper. As it turned out, this was nearly a huge mistake, as Sleeper turned in the most lacklustre performance I've ever seen from a charting band. The reason that it wasn't a huge mistake was that the support band - The Supernaturals - were great.
Some years later I acquired the cracking album A Tune A Day, and remembered that I'd forgotten the Supernaturals were great.
Relatively recently, I found their debut album It Doesn't Matter Any More in a bargain bucket somewhere, and remembered I'd forgotten they were great. Just now, running my eye along the CD racks wondering what to Boogie to, I grabbed A Tune A Day, and remembered that I'd forgotten again that they were great[**].
Which probably explains why they never went stellar - even a confirmed fan like me is apt to forget them. Which is a great shame, really.
I'd never claim that the Supernaturals are the best band in the world, but they're a very approachable band. A sort of goofy, lovable band that might live next door to you, and pop round to borrow your Hoover.
Many of the lyrics just enhance this idea - the bouncy I Wasn't Built To Get Up contains the delightful suggestion "pull a tea-cosy over your head" as a way of avoiding dealing with mornings. In Idiot, the singer laments to his girlfriend "
You want a Chippendale, you got an airedale". All sung with harmonies that would very much like to be the Beach Boys when they grow up and get the hang of it. The guitars are sunshiney, and there is an abundance of pinky-plonky keyboard bits.
Sure, I can't quite shake the idea that if Bill and Ted had liked 60s pop instead of heavy metal then Wyld Stallyns might have sounded a bit like this. But they're easy to live with and they bring a smile. Which is a good deal for a Friday afternoon.
[*] Incidentally, there's a kudo of outstanding magnitude for anyone who knows why, when listing special occasions, my ragbag mind habitually remembers a throwaway sentence and forces me to include the anniversay of the Queen's accession. (It should more correctly be the anniversary of the King's accession, but we ain't got one of them at present.) If anyone's going to get it, my money's on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
killalla.
[**] Although according to this fan page, they may not actually be as dead as I'd assumed. So maybe they still are great.
( You what? )
Today you are invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:
The Supernaturals - Sheffield Song
(If you don't want to download a file with an mp3 suffix, click here to get a zipped version.)
Well, I did promise that BAYD would be back for special occasions like (I said) the annivesary of the Queen's accession[*]. Which turns out to have been on Monday - but you can't boogie properly on a Monday, can you ? No, you can't.
Some years ago, a bunch of us trotted up the hill to Brookes to see Sleeper. As it turned out, this was nearly a huge mistake, as Sleeper turned in the most lacklustre performance I've ever seen from a charting band. The reason that it wasn't a huge mistake was that the support band - The Supernaturals - were great.
Some years later I acquired the cracking album A Tune A Day, and remembered that I'd forgotten the Supernaturals were great.
Relatively recently, I found their debut album It Doesn't Matter Any More in a bargain bucket somewhere, and remembered I'd forgotten they were great. Just now, running my eye along the CD racks wondering what to Boogie to, I grabbed A Tune A Day, and remembered that I'd forgotten again that they were great[**].
Which probably explains why they never went stellar - even a confirmed fan like me is apt to forget them. Which is a great shame, really.
I'd never claim that the Supernaturals are the best band in the world, but they're a very approachable band. A sort of goofy, lovable band that might live next door to you, and pop round to borrow your Hoover.
Many of the lyrics just enhance this idea - the bouncy I Wasn't Built To Get Up contains the delightful suggestion "pull a tea-cosy over your head" as a way of avoiding dealing with mornings. In Idiot, the singer laments to his girlfriend "
You want a Chippendale, you got an airedale". All sung with harmonies that would very much like to be the Beach Boys when they grow up and get the hang of it. The guitars are sunshiney, and there is an abundance of pinky-plonky keyboard bits.
Sure, I can't quite shake the idea that if Bill and Ted had liked 60s pop instead of heavy metal then Wyld Stallyns might have sounded a bit like this. But they're easy to live with and they bring a smile. Which is a good deal for a Friday afternoon.
[*] Incidentally, there's a kudo of outstanding magnitude for anyone who knows why, when listing special occasions, my ragbag mind habitually remembers a throwaway sentence and forces me to include the anniversay of the Queen's accession. (It should more correctly be the anniversary of the King's accession, but we ain't got one of them at present.) If anyone's going to get it, my money's on
killalla. [**] Although according to this fan page, they may not actually be as dead as I'd assumed. So maybe they still are great.
