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ventaIt's Friday, it's about 3 o'clock. It's time to go underneath the covers (with the lights out).
I always recommend listening to a cover version without knowing what or who it is, so click on the link before reading ahead...
Today's cover version [link to mp3 expired]
The Boy Least Likely To covering Faith, originally by George Michael
I don't know much about The Boy Least Likely To. Except that their name is scrawled among the graffiti on the toilet wall in the Luminaire, which is a pretty good recommendation.
Which reminds me: Waaaah! The lovely Luminaire! Waaaaaaah!
When I first heard this cover, I was fairly dismissive. Meh. Sounds kind of like George Michael. Next!
However, I've warmed to it. In place of George Michael's suave, cooler-than-thou performance we have something which breaks down into a goofy, comb-and-paper solo in the middle. It's got plinky plonky bits! And handclaps!
While George Michael's version is a beautifully-groomed Afghan, this is a Lab-cross gambolling round your feet, waiting for you to throw that stick.
I always recommend listening to a cover version without knowing what or who it is, so click on the link before reading ahead...
Today's cover version [link to mp3 expired]
The Boy Least Likely To covering Faith, originally by George Michael
I don't know much about The Boy Least Likely To. Except that their name is scrawled among the graffiti on the toilet wall in the Luminaire, which is a pretty good recommendation.
Which reminds me: Waaaah! The lovely Luminaire! Waaaaaaah!
When I first heard this cover, I was fairly dismissive. Meh. Sounds kind of like George Michael. Next!
However, I've warmed to it. In place of George Michael's suave, cooler-than-thou performance we have something which breaks down into a goofy, comb-and-paper solo in the middle. It's got plinky plonky bits! And handclaps!
While George Michael's version is a beautifully-groomed Afghan, this is a Lab-cross gambolling round your feet, waiting for you to throw that stick.
