Another thing...
Hey all,
On monday evening I found a copy of Generation Terrorists, the debut by the Manic Street Preachers in Virgin for under a fiver.
I also found Jet's album in a huge pile for £3.99, but let's face it, they deserve far worse.
Anyways, I threw it on yesterday when I was ironing stuff, and bugger me if it wasn't absolutely brilliant. The fact that songs from the album weren't all over the radio in Australia is another brick in the castle of Australian Music Media ineptitude (Triple J, don't look around, I'm looking straight at you).
The strange thing is, the album is sure as hell nothing like music now, and looking back, it was nothing like music then. It stands on its own in so many ways.
I remember an old school friend of mine taped me a copy of the Holy Bible years ago, and I listened to it and thought it was a strange beast. It was too hard rock to be indie, it was too clever to be hard rock.
Generation Terrorists is even stranger. It's supposed to be a punk record (it's punk like Earth vs The Wildhearts is Punk), but there are guitar solos everywhere. Not to mention pianos in places, really fucking intelligent concepts flying left right and centre and melodies to die for. James Dean Bradfield's voice makes me throw my arms to the heaven's and cry 'Why Can't I Sing Like That? Why could I never write tunes that good?'
Moreover, the album has a weird combination of edginess and naivety to it. It is brutally reminiscent of the feeling you get when you get out of the tightly regimented spaces of High School into university, and all the concepts they were afraid to tell you suddenly spring into the picture. Stuff like George Orwell being an Anarchist etc.
The strange thing is, I don't know if I'm going to be able to listen to the album in the near future without thinking, at least once, of the pretty Australian girl in the Alice Cooper shirt that I danced with to the Manic Street Preachers at the Rock Cabaret thing a few weeks ago (not the one that got her flatmate to shoot me down, the other one).
She seemed so cool, but she is probably already back in Australia.
Anyways, the album is on my Ipod now, and I can foresee it become great tube listening.
Over and out.
J
On monday evening I found a copy of Generation Terrorists, the debut by the Manic Street Preachers in Virgin for under a fiver.
I also found Jet's album in a huge pile for £3.99, but let's face it, they deserve far worse.
Anyways, I threw it on yesterday when I was ironing stuff, and bugger me if it wasn't absolutely brilliant. The fact that songs from the album weren't all over the radio in Australia is another brick in the castle of Australian Music Media ineptitude (Triple J, don't look around, I'm looking straight at you).
The strange thing is, the album is sure as hell nothing like music now, and looking back, it was nothing like music then. It stands on its own in so many ways.
I remember an old school friend of mine taped me a copy of the Holy Bible years ago, and I listened to it and thought it was a strange beast. It was too hard rock to be indie, it was too clever to be hard rock.
Generation Terrorists is even stranger. It's supposed to be a punk record (it's punk like Earth vs The Wildhearts is Punk), but there are guitar solos everywhere. Not to mention pianos in places, really fucking intelligent concepts flying left right and centre and melodies to die for. James Dean Bradfield's voice makes me throw my arms to the heaven's and cry 'Why Can't I Sing Like That? Why could I never write tunes that good?'
Moreover, the album has a weird combination of edginess and naivety to it. It is brutally reminiscent of the feeling you get when you get out of the tightly regimented spaces of High School into university, and all the concepts they were afraid to tell you suddenly spring into the picture. Stuff like George Orwell being an Anarchist etc.
The strange thing is, I don't know if I'm going to be able to listen to the album in the near future without thinking, at least once, of the pretty Australian girl in the Alice Cooper shirt that I danced with to the Manic Street Preachers at the Rock Cabaret thing a few weeks ago (not the one that got her flatmate to shoot me down, the other one).
She seemed so cool, but she is probably already back in Australia.
Anyways, the album is on my Ipod now, and I can foresee it become great tube listening.
Over and out.
J
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