Right. At the risk of confusing everybody, I'm going to put this up a bit early this week as I'm going to have to scoot off down to Oxford tomorrow evening for the annual Christmas Party. Needs must and all that. I know I usually put this up on a Friday evening, but I think you'll survive the shock.
I initially stumbled across this week's guest editor over at SilentWordsSpeakLoudest, where he was sympathising with Ben over band members taking gig reviews badly. As a gig reviewer myself, I followed a link and read the comments with some interest. A gig review is just the expression of an opinion, right? If you're in a band and you can't take the bad (or even indifferent) reviews with the good, then you should probably be looking at a different hobby... or at least stop ego surfing.
The next time I ran into this week's editor though, it was me who ended up locking horns with him... over on the Art of Noise in the debate about R'n'B, which wasn't really a debate about R'n'B at all. At first I was amused. Then I was cross. Then I got over myself.
Ladies and Gentleworms, without further ado, it is with particular pleasure that I am able to present for your earworming pleasure.....
Earworms of the Week - Guest Editor #50 - RussL from Oh.
Beverly Knight – Gold
Since my eternal e-blood kinship (or whatever-have-you) with Swiss Toni was forged in the fires of a furious internet struggle that was ostensibly about R’n’B but actually wasn’t, there was only really one type of artist with which I could have started this. I’ve been a long time fan of Our Bev, Super-Singing She-Champion Of The Black Country, but a gig of hers a couple of weeks ago saw me realise for the first time just how much I love ‘Gold.’ The thought occurs that break-up songs that are assertive without actually being nasty are a rarity and should be treasured. Catch me in the slipstream, baby.
Mik Mak Mok – Reach For The Sun
Alright, so it’s an absolutely terrible band name. I’ll give you that. This is a corking bit of freaky-fried psychedelia, though, with an underpinning of clangy blunt guitar-strummin’ bits acting as a basis for electronics that go “Squiddllybiddlybiddlyblalalalalalabiddlybiddlybiddle” while swooping all over the place. And that’s a good thing.
Municipal Waste – Terror Shark
Two-in-a-row for retro, which in many cases I wouldn’t normally approve of but the songs in your head obey no rules. This is as 80s as the Mik Mak Mok song is 60s, presented a heartening gallop of DRI-worshipping thrash metal. Involuntary neck-movements may be unpleasant for shellshock victims, but I welcome them here.
Christina Aguilera – Candyman
Lips like sugar cane, she says? And that’s supposed to be a positive factor? All green and sticky? Well, her fetishes are her own. Who am I to judge?
Jesu – Tired Of Me
Combining crushing slabs of sheet-metal guitar and haunting organ, this is the sonic equivalent of a green plant bursting out through a crack in an otherwise barren stretch of concrete. It’s beautiful.
Dangerdoom feat. Ghostface The Mask
Any song that has the line “Now what in tarnation did I go and do that ferr?” in it deserves to be an earworm for everyone in the world with ears, from now until eternity.
Scott Walker – Jolson And Jones
Somewhere after ol’ Scotty has finished ululating about “The grossness of spring” and we’ve got through the bit that sounds like a rhino being speared, he takes the opportunity to repeatedly announce the fact that “I’ll punch a donkey in the streets of Galway.” In the manner of the greatest of his latterday music, it’s ludicrous yet beguiling, and faintly disturbing but completely unforgettable.
Beyonce – Irreplaceable
We all love Beyonce and I'm no exception, but she can be so bloody frustrating at times. Her heights are high indeed (that's not a euphemism for anything, you dirty buncha...), but neither of her solo albums are anywhere near as consistent as those of fellow Destiny's Children Kelly "Needed to do a lot of groveling to Miss Knowles after having the nerve to have a big hit" Rowland or Michelle "Doesn't really seem all that bright" Williams. This song would be a perfectly pleasant album-track-y sort of number were it not for that benighted "To The Left, To The Left..." hook, once heard never left un-hummed for more than a five minute stretch. Little can displace it from the mind once it takes its insidious root. Little, but not nothing. Dear readers, I give you...
Basement Jaxx – Red Alert
AND THE MUSIC KEEPS ON PLAYING ON AND OOOOON OOOOON OOOOON…
Ahem, sorry. But, y’know…
~ Russ L
Thanks Russ. A Scott Walker song as an earworm? In the same week that I go and see Morrissey? Wow, it must be Christmas! Pretty much anyone who earworms Scott Walker is okay in my books. What a great way to chalk up the half century of Guest Editors in this slot.
Don't forget to make your voice heard by submitting your 5 nominations for Earworms of the Year 2006. I'm just going to keep asking you until you vote, so you may as well give in now....
Next Week: Lizzy
Forthcoming attractions: Ben, Sarah
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