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Quality Threshold Lowered #2 - Wild About It by Natalie Imbruglia

Moments after hearing the new Sugababes song things have just got worse. It looks like Natalie Imbruglia may have lost it.

Oh how I've loved all her songs until now.

She's been criticised for lacking authenticity, presenting an image consistent with trendy female performers and more specifically those who write their own songs. I would however argue that she has had far more creative input in her records than she is given credit for (especially on White Lilies Island, the least commercial of her albums). And what does it matter anyway? Credibility is irrelevant if the end 'product' satisfies.

They're polished songs, maybe a bit too mainstream for some tastes but I love them. She has a distinct and strong voice and over three albums and a compilation I can honestly say that I like every song and b-side. I've thought she is one of the most consistent and underrated performers of recent years.

The new single – Wild About It changes all that. Massively.

This is the most horrendous song I've heard this year. Her last single – Glorious – was an excellent feel good song with a melodic energy. Wild About It tries desperately to be joyous but it is just banal and annoying. From the vocal callback ("she's wild about it") to the 'aah aah aah's'  this is awful. At least Get Sexy by Sugababes has an irritating catchiness to it. Wild About It desperately wants to be. If I'm caught singing this (particularly when I see Natalie at the V Festival in a couple of weeks) permission is granted to sedate me.

And as for the video?

Goodness me, I don't know where to start. Please just tell me she had nothing to do with the hideous concept. Contrived 'dance' steps, cliché after cliché and, my personal favourite, the jazz hands. This is a tragedy, making a weak song even worse. Quite some feat.

Please let this just be a blip with the rest of the new album a return to the astonishing quality of Natalie's previous work. Stuff like this.

 

 

And to show that she can do light hearted this is the brilliant David Armand mime version of Torn - note the correct use of jazz hands.

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Quality Threshold Lowered - Get Sexy by Sugababes

Being an indie music snob I love being critical, passionate and pompous about popular music. I believe that also loving cheesy throwaway pop is compatible with such snobbery. The problem comes when the the artists I like from the more the poppy end of the music world make a crap song and I'm urged to condemn. It isn't what commercial pop is about, I'm not the target audience and I should know better but sometimes I can't help myself.

Of all the pop acts of the last decade none has pleased me more than Sugababes. (note it is Sugababes, not The Sugababes – these things are important).

I'd call them a guilty pleasure but that would infer that my adoration is a secret. Anyone who knows me has, at some point, been subjected to my passionate recommendation / defence of Sugababes, not to mention my less than healthy fixation on the divine eye candy that is Keisha Buchanan. I maintain that Freak Like Me and About You Now are two of my favourite songs by any artist of any time, and I don't care who knows it.

To have lasted so long is rare, albeit with line-up changes (Keisha is the only original member). Perhaps inevitably their music has evolved over the decade from semi-authentic r n' b pop, to polished dance soul, mutating with each album towards the plastic pop world. But whatever the style or presentation there have been memorable, catchy tunes throughout. Ignoring some trite album filler tracks, their singles have been consistently charming – even the dodgy ones have some redeeming qualities.

The last album (Catfights & Spotlights) didn't sell that well and even the singles weren't that great. No doubt this has led to the 'management' deciding on a full on commercial direction for the comeback single – Get Sexy.

 

It's a bit of a stinker and the first Sugababes single that I really don't like. If I find myself singing it at some point (which I suspect will happen) I'll feel even worse. There are no circumstances where I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred should be embraced.

What really bothers me is despite this I suspect it might grow on me. The (unimaginative) lyrics suggest that there might be scope for some cheap thrill titillation in the video, but it doesn't even manage that. The video is one of the dullest they've done.

I'm not the right age or gender for the Sugababes target market so there's no point being precious about them. It will take more for me to give up on them and from what I've heard this may be the first time that Sugababes album tracks are better than the singles. To redress the balance here's one of their finest moments.

 

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Richard Herring - an appreciation (and why The Guardian owes him an apology)

I recently had a chance to catch up on several episodes of the Collings and Herrin podcast, listening to them in a marathon session in my travels to a university summer course.

The podcast features comedian Richard Herring and “journalist, script writer / editor and broadcaster” (as he likes to be described) Andrew Collins. It started last year as an opportunity to reprise their roles established on a BBC radio show where they reviewed and commented on the week's news.

The podcast frees them of the restrictions imposed by radio so they can develop ideas and be as politically biased as they feel. And they can swear a lot too.

Listening to a batch of them with the hindsight of some of the news stories which have developed these last few months was fascinating. Their takes on Susan Boyle (before she became an instant worldwide celeb) and Michael Jackson (before he died) were fascinating and thought provoking, not to mention alarmingly accurate in their prediction of what was to pass.

This is a side effect of the podcast's quality. At face value they are just bloody funny. Often offensive using extreme language (particularly Herring) they produce many laugh out loud moments in each episode. The podcast has evolved from its inception with both Collins and Herring developing into exaggerated caricatures of themselves ('The Podcast Richard Herring' has become a separate personality). 'Collings' plays the woolly liberal, “Herrin' the attention seeking child with relentless infantile taunts and sexual jokes many of us first exchanged on the school playground.

In one of the earliest episodes the Podcast Richard Herring first emerged when he reacted to an Andrew anecdote involving his mother by describing her as a “fucking idiot.” I laughed so loud I almost crashed my car and knew then that the podcast would become essential listening.

What is clear to anyone who has listened to the podcasts (or at least 2 or 3 of them) is that both men care passionately about injustice and have well argued views on society as portrayed and influenced by the media. They are, at heart, idealistic and occasionally wooly liberals. Just like me.

That a podcast containing incessant jokes and insults which include 'bumming', recommending that a the Prime Minister should ejaculate on his predecessor's face to increase popularity (nyum nyum nyum) and having sex through the wound of a tortoiseshell can make me laugh uncontrollably but can also make me think about prejudice, the media, the ills of society and how I live my life is a testament to how clever and talented the two men are. Andrew is the perfect foil for Richard as he understands his intellect and his comedy.

If I ever get round to creating a category on my blog to highlight my 'heroes' - people who have affected my life by influence, inspiration or my general respect for their craft, Richard Herring will be included. But until 2008 I wouldn't have said this and this why I'm writing this now in light of what has happened this week.

For the last year or so, I have become a big fan of Richard's work – his daily blog, his books, DVDs and his performances. All as a result of the podcast which is given away for free, and which has helped to promote the work of its two performers.

Before last year, I knew who Richard Herring was. He was the main writer on Time Gentlemen Please – which ranks alongside Fawlty Towers and The Office at the top of my favourite ever sitcoms. But that was largely it. I hadn't paid much attention to him in the 1990's during his successful partnership with Stewart Lee and post Time Gentlemen Please he dropped off my radar.

I subscribed to the podcast last year out of curiosity, remembering how I enjoyed the sitcom and also as I had liked much of Andrew Collins' work in the media, most notably his time at the NME in the early 1990's. He interviewed The Wedding Present at the time they recorded my favourite ever album and the article adorned my bedroom wall during my late teens, and embarrassingly stayed there well into my adult life. (And like everyone else I knew Andrew best from his work on 'I Love 1983').

This brings me to this week and an article on comedy in The Guardian written by Brian Logan, in which Richard is featured.

People reading the piece may form a completely wrong impression of Richard both as a person and a performer. Some lines from the article (which is titled 'The New Offenders of Stand-Up Comedy'):

This year, veteran comic Richard Herring is sporting a Hitler moustache for his show, Hitler Moustache, in which he argues "that racists have a point".

 

….Herring now does most of his work on the web. His weekly podcast, presented with Andrew Collins, makes a point of "pushing back boundaries and saying anything we want". One recent episode aired Herring's purported hatred of Pakistanis, a routine that he expands on in his new standup set. In another routine, he claims to support the BNP's policy to deport all black people from the UK. Into the awkward laughter that greets this joke, he says: "Don't go thinking I'm the new Bernard Manning. I'm being postmodern and ironic. I understand that what I'm saying is unacceptable." Then he pauses. "But does that make me better than Manning, or much, much worse?" This is "playing around with things", he tells me: "it's the intent behind it that's the important thing."

Now I know what Richard was saying with the Manning reference but in the context of the preceding lines and the rather lazy point being made by the article it remains clouded.

The problem (and the point which has upset Richard so much about the article) is that an impression can be gained that Richard Herring is embracing racism as a mechanism for comedy (ironically or otherwise) or, at worst, that Richard Herring is racist.

Had I not listened to the podcasts and only remembered Richard from the Time Gentlemen Please show I may have formed the impression from Logan's piece that his current 'Hitler Moustache' project was some ill-judged shock tactic approach to comedy he had taken to maintain his career. (It isn't anything of the sort).

Had I not watched Time Gentlemen Please (which despite its in your face catchphrase comedy always had an underlying commentary on social stereotypes) my thoughts on Richard from the article may have been worse.

Not everyone who is aware of Richard has listened to his podcasts, read his blogs or seen him perform. Anyone familiar with these will know that he is quite passionately anti-racist, anti-prejudice, and a promoter of charity and fairness.

No doubt he has been misrepresented and misunderstood many times in his career but I can understand why this article has upset him so much. At the risk of pigeonholing society myself I would argue that the average readership of The Guardian is Richard's target audience, which makes this even more sad.

It is my newspaper of choice in print and online,not just because its writers often echo my views but also as when they don't it allows me to challenge my thoughts and engage with the content. It is a fantastic newspaper. This article though makes me angry, not because I believe that Logan has an agenda, or even that his piece is just lazy (which I think it is), but because I feel it misrepresents someone I have huge respect for, and who I feel is deserving of a higher profile. Logan and / or The Guardian should retract this piece and publish a prominent apology. Richard would be justified in seeking legal opinion on this too. I feel it is this serious.

I may be just repeating the tone of articles written by far better writers than me – the blog posts of people who happen to be called Richard Herring and Andrew Collins say it all more eloquently. But I'm angry about this and I want to show my support.

See Richard's shows, listen to the podcast, visit his site and buy his books and DVDs.  He's good.

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John Hartson - West Ham United 1996-1999

Supporting a football team involves a ridiculous (and frankly disproportionate) level of emotional investment.

Unless you're a fan of a team that wins trophies every year, logic would suggest that a return can never be achieved.

Only it isn't that simple. If it were, as a fan of West Ham United (an English team who haven't won a major trophy in 30 years) common sense would lead me to walk away, or whisper it quietly, change to another team.

It doesn't work like that. You don't change your team. I'm locked in and like most people I can't walk away from it.

Even in the modern era of preposterous wages and lifestyles so detached from the average joe fan, there are still those players that evoke admiration if not identification and maintain that connection the fan has for their team.

In recent times Carlos Tevez falls into that category. Although he only played a relative handful of games for West Ham his commitment, energy and spirit on the pitch made that bond with the fans. Whether he was playing for himself, his ego, his team-mates or his employer it didn't matter. He was playing for the club and the club is the fans. He has continued to play this way for Manchester United over the last two years which explains why the Stretford End crowd beseeched Alex Ferguson to agree a new contract. I suspect the fans at his new club, Manchester City, will have a similar affection for the Argentine.

Players like this are the exception not the rule.

John Hartson is such an exception.

Ten years ago he played for West Ham with this spirit and drive. He made watching my team a joy. Sometimes he battled with his fitness, his weight, his form and yes his off field temper - (Eyal Berkovic won't forget him). But he always performed. He always tried.

My best memory of Hartson's West Ham days was his equaliser against Arsenal in an FA Cup game which took the match to extra time, when he then struck a shot against the bar. Although it was a game we eventually lost on penalties the moment Hartson scored was it. One of the best experiences I've had at Upton Park, just for those few moments. Effort, skill and passion as he powered the shot in the net.

The goals in his first season with West Ham (after he joined towards the end of the campaign with Paul Kitson) kept us in the Premier League.

Whenever he returned to West Ham with subsequent clubs (such as Wimbledon and Coventry) he was always warmly welcomed.

For every club he played for (most notably Celtic), John was a fan favourite until his retirement last year.

To read this week that John has been diagnosed with testicular cancer which has spread to his brain and lungs is desperately sad news.

My thoughts are with John and his family. Fight on John. You always have.

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Steven Wells 1960-2009

Steven Wells (Philadelphia Weekly)I've just heard that Swells has died. 

He was the NME's most notorious music writer in the 80's and 90's. An irritating provocateur, and a vulgar contradictory angry man. His vitriol annoyed the hell out of me, not least when he dared to critique my beloved indie bands. Secretly knowing he was right just made it worse.

Passionate, punk and frequently hilarious.

Thanks for everything Steven. Wednesdays were a brighter day because of you.

 

Swells last column for Philadelphia Weekly

Recent work in the Guardian

James McMahon NME tribute

   

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Terry de Castro - A Casa Verde

I'm a sucker for 'side projects' of my favourite bands. A real sucker because after I buy the records I then realise that they're crap. I've never really liked any offshoots of The Wedding Present / Cinerama. Cha Cha Cohen had the elements of potential – Keith Gregory was in it – the bass player on Seamonsters, the man who discovered Pavement earlier than most – they had to be good. Only they weren't. Cha Cha Cohen were awful.

So many years on I've approached the new solo album by the current Wedding Present bassist with caution. Terry de Castro has played with David Gedge in The Wedding Present since their 'reformation' in 2004 and previously with Gedge's Cinerama.

My expectations were hardly helped by Swingers - the closing track on the last Wedding Present album El Rey featuring Terry's vocals. Out of place, out of mood and tagged on the end of an album which should have ended with (what is wrongly) the penultimate track Boo Boo, a classic Gedge full-on crushing guitar epic. The flow and tone of the El Rey was shattered by Swingers. And Terry's is not the strongest of voices – let's say understated.

A Casa Verde  is a covers album with a difference – all the songs are Terry's rearrangement of tunes written by musical friends and fellow / former bandmates, many of whom perform on the record. The CD version has sleevenotes with Terry's comments on each song. This is as compelling a reason to keep buying CDs as the audiophile argument. Terry's thoughts on the genesis of the project and her connection to the songs as both performer and admirer complement the listening experience.

Her choice of album opener could have been obscure but no, it is a bold one given that a large number of listeners are likely to be Wedding Present fans. It's Dalliance – almost a deity amongst Gedge afficionados.

The original appeared on The Wedding Present's 1991 masterpiece album Seamonsters recorded by Steve Albini. It was grunge before grunge, emo before emo and a zillion times better than anything produced from these subsequent genres. A landmark album likely to forever more be my favourite. Anyone attempting to cover it (even a Wedding Present member) needs to be careful.

Terry's a big fan too and it appears we have her to thank for the regular appearance of Dalliance in The Wedding Present live setlists. Terry nails it with a significant reworking (and required gender reversal).

It is a country tinged work of gorgeousness, and the best Wedding Present cover I've ever heard. (If it counts as a cover of course – Gedge appears on the album too – and it is released on his Scopitones label).

Starry Eyed is the other Gedge song on A Casa Verde, co- written with Simon Cleave. Probably my favourite Cinerama song but here it loses the energy that made the Cinerama original such a treat. Shame, because I agree with Terry's comments in the sleevenotes about just how fantastic this song is. The vocal melody and the harmony is gorgeous but the urgency of the instrumental sections that made the original such a treat are watered down. Shame these bits weren't reworked completely – could have been a superb version.

These two Wedding Present / Cinerama songs are the obvious entry points for me – the only songs I am in any way familiar with. The rest of the album succeeds by showcasing Terry's talent for song selection, arrangement and performance.

My other highlights:

Animals That Swim's East St. O'Neill follows Dalliance and cements the album's gentle pace with observational lyrics. A real highlight from the album.

The Sun Is Always Sweetest is a touching hymn written by Dean Hawksley – a fellow Warwick University student. Terry also performs Hawksley's The Great Avalanche, reworked from “melancholy folk song'' origins to good effect.

America in '54 by Simone White ups the tempo with an acoustically driven tune recalling events and characters from Simone & Terry's days working in a vegetarian cafe.

A song of no small personal resonance to Terry as she highlights in the sleevenotes is Glorious - taken from her old band Goya Dress and written by Astrid Williamson (who also performs here).

The album closes with Williamson's To Love You. “You Don't Know What It's Like To Love You” is just a wonderful line from a wonderful, haunting song.

 

The songs I was unfamilar with have sparked curiosity in the originals and the output of Terry's mates. A Casa Verde is a success and I would love to hear Part 2 one day if Terry fancies it, or maybe this will give her the confidence to write and perform her own solo songs.

There are some fine choices among the 12 songs with enchanting storytelling and melodies. My favourites are East St. O'Neill and To Love You plus, of course, Dalliance.

The album has a gentle acoustic feel with more tinges of country / folk than guitar rock. This may not be to the taste of all Wedding Present fans but there are some imaginative arrangements here and no shortage of inspired musicianship.

Noisy it isn't. Recommended it is.

Terry de Castro on Myspace

Terry de Castro on Twitter

A Casa Verde - amazon mp3

A Casa Verde  - amazon cd

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