Hey! Girls! Girls! Break it up!
Watch your mouths when you're pissed. That bloke flirting with you is a sneaky journo! You don't HAVE to bad mouth each other, so don't!
Apparently, Babydaddy is having a go at Mika. He said, she said, he said, she said. *wanders off to watch paint dry. Again!!!*
Sheesh!
How it COULD be...
Robyn @ Cargo, London, 29th March 2007
For the second time in a month, Robyn played a blistering gig in old London Town. The venue, Cargo in Hoxton, was twice as big as Metro; visible progress at least, in the onward march of her world domination. The place was jam-packed with fans, so there was a lot of love in the room and a huge boom of appreciation after each song.
Acknowledging the "big love", Robyn also told everyone how she never envisaged the success of her "Own record" put out on her "Own label" on her "Own terms. Bless!
She bounced around the stage for the whole gig, bashing a syn drum within an inch its life for Who's That Girl. Her voice is so spot on, live, but her memory went west during You Can't Handle Me. She forgot the words but was rescued by her guitarist.
The setlist was exactly the same as the Metro gig - just a different order - but there was still a noticeable absence of Crash and Burn Girl. The highlight tonight was the acoustic version of Be Mine - played as a THIRD encore. Again, she was on stage with just two musicians so her band introduction took only ten seconds (Joss Stone take note). Apparently there'll be loads of press coming up for the UK release of her two year old album. And more gigs! Yay!
Have Canadians never heard of the greatest band from Sheffield? Tsk. What next? The Soft Cell Association of British Columbia?
"It just kind of popped out! Sozz"
Hats off to Mr Paul Weller. A man who has never really touched my radar - a rare breed some might say. The story in the Daily Mirror that he gobbed on a picture of Sting fills my heart with glee. The fact he hawked up a chest full of phlegm, spat, then growled "Fucking twat!" made me belly-laugh.
PET SHOP BOYS NEARLY DEADED
According to the New Zealand Herald newspaper a plane flying from Santiago, Chile, to Auckland, New Zealand, carrying the precious cargo of Pet Shop Boys "...was within about 40 seconds of a potential catastrophe." What was thought to be a a piece of broken old Russian satelllite hurtling to earth narrowly missed the PSB jet. It turns out it was actually a meteorite. The Boys slept through it. Apparently.
I'M SEEING ROBYN TONIGHT
The gorgeous Robyn is playing her second gig in a month in London tonight. The venue, Cargo, is just down the road. Ha! I shall be hopping on the 55, 26 or 48 bus in about 15 minutes.
DOCTOR WHO TOPS COOLEST TV CHARACTER POLL
This is for the benefit of Dan's Project '76... Yet another poll, just in time for the series starting on Saturday, puts Dr Who at the top of a Radio Times list of the Coolest TV Characters. Oh, and both the programme and mag are from the BBC. Funny that. But I like the fact that The Fonz is still up there. Heeeeeeyyyyyy!
JOSS STONE STRIKES IT LUCKY...
...and sticks a big two fingers up to the UK. As she 'does a Sheena', don't expect her back in the near future. Or ever. Thank God.
MARBELLA BELLES - ITV1, Tuesdays 10.00pm
OMG everything is curling! The cringiest, funniest reality (!) show in ages! I found this clip of the show being reprised on the brilliant Harry Hill's TV Burp.
Marbella Belles follows the vacuous lives of five champagne-fuelled, tanorexic, acid-stripped, surgery-enhanced, painted-taloned, coiffeured forty/fifty-somethings in, guess where, Marbella, Spain. And aren't they a joy to behold. One of them, Lisa Johnson, 38 *splutter, yeah right*, doesn't work "'Cos I decided I didn't want to anymowah!". She swears at her son to stop swearing, has a ciggie in her gob whilst getting a facial and forgets she's actually a mum to her baby son called Blue: "Blue? Blue ooh?... Ow! The baaaaby!".
I am in pleats watching this show. It's one enormous freak show. They all clearly hate each other, and I bet when the cameras go they sit, head-in-hands and WEEP! Gawd!
25 years ago, in Newcastle Upon Tyne, I was 13. Every Saturday I'd tread a well-worn path in my black desert boots between HMV, Virgin, Volume Records and, for the huge bargain bin, Windows Music shop. I'd know where every band's records were. But there'd also be aisles and corners I'd avoid: the Metal section was scary and, strangely, smelt of hippy juice and the punk section just smelt. Probably farts and beer. 
But 25 years ago, unbeknowst to me because I was too young, Kitchenware Records was formed. Keith Armstrong and Paul Ludford at the time ran a successful club called Soul Kitchen at Tiffanys - "New Sounds, New Hope, Newcastle!!!", it said on the flyer. And on the back of their biggest gig at the club, New Order, they set up a record label.
Cut to two years later and, having since found out about Kitchenware, I got in touch - I was brazen 15 year old by then - and did my work experience there. From then on I'd spend intermittent days or weeks there until I found other places to hang out - or more than likely, Keith and Paul got fed up with a stupid-arsed teenager hanging around.
Kitchenware Records didn't have the artiness of the other indie labels at the time like Factory and Postcard, but it did have the ambition and above all the passion. And unlike the other labels, it married its acts to a major record company, more a 'dependent' label than 'independent. This was quite unique at the time and it meant their acts could benefit from the major's huge budgets.
Those bands on the label at the time have made their mark on pop's pantheon in some form or other. Whether through sheer fan devotion and industry name-checks: Hurrah! and Martin Stephenson and the Daintees or through international recognition and hits: Prefab Sprout and The Kane Gang . It was great as a 15/16 year old sat in the office in the middle of the eye of the storm. All the acts were having huge success: Prefab Sprout were about to release Steve McQueen and jetting around Europe on promo trips; The Kane Gang were having hit singles; Hurrah! had found their anthemic sound and Martin Stephenson and the Daintees were touring all over the shop. As well as making copious cups of tea and coffee (that bloody freezing toilet where the hot water was!) I would be thrown a box of tapes and asked to pick out the ones I liked. None were ever signed, but I do remember picking out a Loyd Cole and the Commotions tape. I can also remember voting on The Kane Gang's Gun Law as the follow-up to their biggest hit Closest Thing to Heaven. It flopped.
Just listening to the tracks I've chosen below you'll understand why I loved them: the tunefulness, the genuine sentiment and the pop sensibilities. Click on the band names to buy the CDs highlighted here. The Kane Gang album is trés expensive though!
PREFAB SPROUT
They've always been a favourite. I never thought Prefab Sprout were the arch, art rockers they were portrayed as. I always thought they were a warm, funny band who produced songs which reflected that. Every time they were in the office, there'd be sharp banter and a hive of activity. And there were the kind gestures too, like Marty McAloon making me, the workie, a cup of coffee. Lovely man. Walk On got played to death on my decks and Swoon was completely different to EVERYTHING in the charts at the time; every time I put it on I was transported to exotic places like Jodrell Bank which I've since found to be anything but!
Prefab Sprout - Walk On (mp3 download) - Lions In My Own Garden EP
Prefab Sprout - Cue Fanfare (mp3 download) - Swoon album
MARTIN STEPHENSON AND THE DAINTEES
The Daintees were a brilliant live band. Martin Stephenson and his stories would mean gigs would go on for hours. I remember one gig was recorded and, during the song released on the b-side of Crocodile Cryer, you can hear a friend of mine shout "Phil!". Trouble Town was my first and favourite Daintees song; it was summer in Newcastle and this was the perfect sunny accompaniment.
Martin Stephenson & The Daintees - Trouble Town (mp3 download) - single
Martin Stephenson & The Daintees - Crocodile Cryer (mp3 download) - Boat To Bolivia album
HURRAH!
Hurrah! will always be the massive band they never were in my mind. The songs were big, bold, urgent and anthemic. The boys themselves were lovely. Just very warm Geordies who loved their music and loved performing it.
Hurrah! - Hip-hip (mp3 download) - Boxed album
Hurrah! - Who'd Have Thought (mp3 download) - Tell God I'm Here album
THE KANE GANG
I remember Martin Brammer, the lead singer, coming into the Kitchenware offices looking vare peturbed. He'd been followed around Newcastle by a bunch of girlies for over an hour. It was the trademark cap that did it. He took it off and lost them. The stalkers were fickle in those days. Their first album - with two tracks from it here - was yet another summer favourite. The big hit, Closest Thing to Heaven was filmed at the local summer fair, The Hoppings. Loads of girls in pencil skirst and white court shoes! And I was fleetingly in the video for Gun Law, which I've hunted high and low for! Martin has continued songwriting and has just scored big with James Morrison. Vare glad to hear...
The Kane Gang - Crease In His Hat (mp3 download) - The Bad and Lowdown World of the Kane Gang album
The Kane Gang - How Much Longer? (mp3 download) - The Bad and Lowdown World of the Kane Gang album
All in all, this posting isn't about nostalgia. It's about music which has remained with me for years and which I still play now. Also, I was at such a formative time 25 years ago that the people I met through Kitchenware have always figured larger in my mind than even they would ever think.
After posting about the gorgeous Faithless track, below, I looked up the vocalist, Cass Fox's other stuff. I had a vague recollection of an album (Come Here - now only £1.69 snniiiiipp!!) being released last year, but without much fanfare, and it subsequently passed me by. I think it was probably overshadowed by the monster dance track Touch Me which doesn't sit well on this CD of more chilled, Massive Attack-type stuff. More's the pity, though, 'cos this song is so great: the sentiment is very sweet and the vocals sublime.
Cass Fox - Come Here (mp3 download)
Faithless - Music Matters (Axwell Remix)
