Every time I see my current LJ name I get the urge to relisten to McLusky's 'to hell with good intentions' ("my love is bigger than your love / we take more drugs than a touring funk band / sing it"), because they may be musically kinda dull but lyrically they are on form. Also, he pronounces 'touring' as 'too-er-ing'. Am well tempted to buy their album, except I mustn't, because I need Ryan Adams' "Heartbreaker" first (no-one told me he played rhythm and blues! 'Shakedown on 9th Street' is the foxiest song), and I don't have the money, and I've a backlog of stuff off A to sit down and properly listen to, not just put on and ignore, and god damnit how long has it been since I last listened to 'source tags and codes', say? I Am Bad Fannish Type. But! Short songs! Expressly designed for the ends of compilations! They caaaall to me~!

Eh, you, Lauren Laverne was on t'radio today. Apparently she is regularly, but, uh, like I'd know. They were asking people to call in and suggest bands to play, bands who had 'jumped the shark', been ace and then gone shit (my personal: Travis. Their first and second singles were genius), and she said "and I'll have no-one phoning in, thinking they're funny, and asking for Kenickie", and oh my god I love that woman so much.

In unrelated news, there should be Chicken Top Trumps. The Cotswold Legbar would have to trump all in the Egg category, though, because they are powder green and quite frankly very disturbing, although muy deliciosa.

Also, I've isolated my problem with the Cusack High Fidelity: Rob is not enough of a twat. He's far too voilatile and hurt and just plain likeable (and the breakup they cut was the one where he steals his best mate's girlfriend, for crying out loud), and it's wrong. Also, skaterbois should be shot, not given a record deal.

I listen to too much American music. American music is bad because that means American bands, and that means Trail of Dead syndrome and the fuckers coming over twice a year including Reading, at best (Radio 4 are coming back to the UK, playing London and Cardiff and on days when I could go to both -- and all this while I am in Japan. Cunts). I am reduced to seeing bands I've never heard owt by but the name a thousand times, like Appliance and Billy Mahonie at the Union Chapel on the 27th, which at least has the redeeming feature of costing but a fiver. This is me, stuck, poised to fall in love and no-one passing who can hold my fancy - and I have so much love to give, won't somebody demand it?