The Importance Of Keeping Your Clothes On

I'm sat here crying at X Factor, this could not be more embarrassing. The sudden rush of 'Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong', when the old man who only had one last chance got through, pushed me way over the edge. Go you, ugly old man!

I felt it best to set the mental scene before beginning this entry, perhaps by way of explanation/excuse.

Now I've noticed a general lack of Australians in this blog, obviously a huge oversight on my part, and thus have decided to rectify this forthwith. I'd never heard of Augie March until about a week ago but am reliably informed they are huge down-under. I love this song for two reasons a) because it appears to come from an album called 'Moo, you bloody choir' and b) because the title 'Thin Captain Crackers' makes me think of Parrots and as I've spent/wasted much of last week playing Monkey Island 2 I felt it was appropriate.

Obviously.

Thin Captain Crackers - Augie March

(have to avoid the urge to offer a running commentary on X Factor, the current glasweigan woman is almost fluorescent from overtanning, eww, take note children of essex)

This song is just, bizaare. I tend to think of them sounding a bit like Jamie Liddell but in reality they are dub-reggae-funk or something. It's 9 minutes long so you can basically split it in three parts, the first -brilliantly- funky bit, the second pretty but unnecessary gospel bit and the third odd and disappointing dodgy keyboard/saxophone ensemble. Listen and love the first bit and download their song 'This Room' if you enjoy it.

Wandering Eye - Fat Freddys Drop

It's that time again, I don't think NG1 ever played this song but I might well have exploded if they had done. They only place i've ever heard it out was this amazing bar in Budapest, whereby I went mad and stepped on many angry Hungarian toes. Anyone know 'sorry' in Hungarian?

Anyhoo I digrest, great great dance/pop fabulousness, cannot fail to make me smile.

Push Up - Freestylers

You know what, it's been way to long since we've had something bordering on rock on here. I want loud, snarling guitars, throaty vocals and an obvious drug habit, yeah!...On second thoughts lets just have Dogs Die in Hot Cars instead to celebrate my return to (deserved) dossing around as a scummy student:

Lounger - Dogs Die in Hot Cars

And so to Guildford!