Anonymous asked: Among FutureSex/LoveSounds, Blackout, and Robyn (the self-titled album), which one do you think is the best?

Blackout is probably my best-loved and most-played pop album of the last decade, so that’s your answer. As for the other two, FS/LS I remember enjoying but very quickly filleting - I pulled out the standout tracks and rarely played the rest. Which is your classic hits+filler pop album behaviour pattern, despite Timberlake’s obvious intention to make something more “substantial”. So while “What Goes Around… Comes Around” and “SexyBack” are terrific I never play the parent record - it would be a good one to re-investigate.

As for Robyn I only really started enjoying her stuff with Body Talk (EDIT: No, “With Every Heartbeat” was before then, so it must have been with that). Clearly her approach hadn’t exactly changed, but I could never get used to her voice before. Maybe the production felt a bit rinky-dink to me, too - my favourite Robyn record is “With Every Heartbeat” which sounds much fuller than almost any of her solo stuff to me.

(A lot of my friends ADORED and still adore Robyn, and find her very quotable and write brilliant analyses of her songs. Even though I quite like her now I definitely feel I’m missing something, probably because I’m not THAT much of a lyrics guy any more.)

Anonymous asked: judge dredd mt rushmore! hard to believe you've not done this one before, though.

This is pretty hard, because I tend to think of Dredd more in terms of phases rather than individual stories, but also because most of the stories I HAVE read since about 2000 have been the big individual (graphic-novelised) sagas. BUT I haven’t read eg Day of Chaos yet, so I’m not up to date.

But I’ll have a go. BTW I’m going to exclude the stuff written by my brother from consideration here, so my judgement is unsullied by family ties ;)

THE JUDGE CHILD QUEST: As a kid we had the Titan Books editions of the main Dredd sagas - Cursed Earth, Apocalypse War, Judge Child - we didn’t have The Day The Law Died but a friend did. I had to pick one, it was almost the Apocalypse War, which is a proper story (unlike the disconnected travelogue of Judge Child) but for wonder and pleasure Judge Child wins. As a demonstration of the scope of the Dredd Universe, it’s unbeatable, and it starts and ends very well - the grotesquerie of Faro The Garbage God at one end, the inexorable Western-style executions of the doomed Angels at the other. In between, so much to enjoy: “That damned moustache!”; “Shake hands with the Thing From The Pit”; McMahon’s drawing of the exploded planet-thing; “Two aliens have entered the battlefield!”, and even one of Wagner/Grant’s verse stories that’s actually bearable. Add on the epilogue with Dredd on the streets while his fate is decided by the Council of Five, just to tie a bow on it.

UNCLE UMP’S UMPTY CANDY: One of the classic early years one-parters, the one with the absurdly addictive sweets. To be honest, this is a stand in for about fifty stories published in the early 80s, especially in that relatively happy (for Mega City One) time between Cal and the Apocalypse War. What I like about these short stories isn’t just their craft - satire, action and a good gag or two in six pages, week-in week-out - but the overall sense of Dredd in what he might consider his prime, before the losses started mounting up and the doubts set in. Portrait of the Judge as a Young Man - one who enjoys his job, banters with his colleagues, rolls his eyes at the citizens… it’s as close to a stable, sympathetic environment as a comic with a fascist protagonist ever really gets. The Complete Case Files 3-6-ish are probably where you want to look for these, I don’t know exactly which stories are in what.

THE DEAD MAN: The actual story of the Dead Man is slow but fine, this is only really in here for having THE great Dredd Universe revise-everything-you-know-RIGHT-NOW-EARTHLET cliffhanger. I bought it when it came out. I probably squeaked. And, er, I’ve sort of spoiled it just by its inclusion in a Dredd Mt Rushmore.

BEYOND THE CALL OF DUTY: I simply haven’t read enough of what you might call Late Dredd to make a call on the best one, so instead here’s a highlight of what you might call Middle Dredd, or Dredd: The Procedural Years - it was this or The Pit, which is fantastic (Dredd takes over an underperforming Sector House - hijinks ensure), but this one has the gloriously creepy and awful Judge Roffman in it, one of those foils who, once he’s appeared, you can’t believe a series ever managed without.

The Oasis Moment

what does this even mean though? the first part I can gather, but the second?
Fair point! It has a kind of emotional resonance because I remember going from a devoted reader of the UK press to zero at some point during the ‘96-‘97 reign of Gallagher terror. So obviously *I* thought they ruined it but I don’t really recall why, aside from “too much Oasis and too much shit that sounds like Oasis”.
My feeling is that the fanbase Oasis materialised felt like a huge huge opportunity for the music press, and they enthusiastically chased it, and then it turned out that while Oasis was a thing, most Oasis fans really weren’t the type of fans who wanted to buy “music journalism” unless it was literally all about Oasis. Something about being an Oasis fan, and curiosity, didn’t usually go hand in hand (though of course there were tons of exceptions).
And in 96-97 or so this really wasnt a problem for the music press, because Oasis were SO BIG that you could have marketed Oasis-themed anteaters to their fans and even a teeny tiny percentage buying them would have made your anteater business very wealthy. But once that bubble burst and Oasis’ fanbase dropped to more reasonable proportions the press realised it had made a strategic error?
It could be simpler of course and just about the Be Here Now incident, which was not a glorious day for the British press, but I think it realised that very quickly and has guarded against overhype since.
Or actually it could be even simpler. Before Oasis we had two weekly magazines covering mostly new music. Now we have one, and it has Jim Morrison and John Lennon and all sorts of dead old dudes on the cover. But we do have two lads’ weeklies which didn’t exist pre-Oasis. (And it can’t all be an internet thing because while you can get music free on the Internet you can most certainly also get boobs and sport free too.)
I’m putting up a blog post tomorrow about Oasis and their impact, FWIW. (Hence my tracking down that Deller quote in the first place.)

[Oasis] ruined British music and they ruined British music journalism
artist Jeremy Deller, interviewed in Mojo last year.
Unaware but underlined I figured out the story
It wasn’t good
(crucifixion)
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
(resurrection of the king / it not mattering to a non-repentant person)
In the twist of separation you excelled in being free
Can’t you find a little room inside for me
(room inside heaven)

I MUST NOT CHECK SONGMEANINGS.NET WHEN WRITING.

I MUST NOT CHECK SONGMEANINGS.NET WHEN WRITING.

I MUST NOT CHECK SONGMEANINGS.NET WHEN WRITING,

treblekicker:

Carry on X-Men poster. Words fail me.

Auto-reblog for this Chris Weston masterpiece.

(Reblogged from treblekicker)
Hurry up with my damn croissants

I really hate this line and its impending memeification at the hands of over-entitled dudes yelling at under-paid serving staff and thinking it makes them hilarious. It kind of half-works in song because “I Am A God” is all frustrated little man syndrome impotence but Kanye’s knowingness isn’t enough to stop me either picturing bankers being wankers to baristas or to stop them from doing it. (via alexmacpherson)

Yeah… my very very VERY early impression of Yeezus is that it’s a record that’s brutally honest about power and wealth, the day-to-day workings of power (the ways in which KW is powerful, the ways in which he isn’t and isn’t allowed to be). And its visceral appeal is part of that, the direct emotional transmission of that - this has always been the appeal of ‘heavy’ music of course, it’s horrible and exciting because power is horrible and exciting.

At a gut level I think it’s important that a record like that is widely heard at this moment in history, when the trappings of legitimacy around power are more threadbare and unneccessary than they have been in decades. But then I have to ask myself, why do I think it’s important? I remember reading people back in the 80s who were really into Swans, say, and it seemed like there was a moral high ground or maybe even enlightenment to be gained by being into this music which was Unflinching and Truthful. Not that Yeezus is as single-minded or unintentionally comical as old Swans, but there’s some sort of similar “DON’T LOOK AWAY” impulse in there. And I ended up laughing at Swans because I was frightened of them. But even so twenty years on I suspect the people who flinched and the people who didn’t and the people who never listened in the first place are in the same boat.

(Reblogged from katherinestasaph)

Phil Spector in the locker room, from Nik Cohn and Guy Peellaert’s Rock Dreams. (Peellaert’s celebrity-mythological cut-and-paste style in this, the best history of rock music, reminds me a tiny bit of comics artist GREG LAND.)