In preparation for my forthcoming trip to Le Big Apple, I have been prepping my playlists for all things NY. Velvet Underground. Check. Beastie Boys. Check. Suzanne Vega. Check. Frank. Check. George. Check. So far so booorrring. So here's a dedication to a rather European New Yorker, the S man himself, Queen's very own Roger Sanchez and his early noughties' house floorfiller. Tinny drumbeats, cheesey lyrics, mushy, swirly, hand-wavy, wobbly, distorted, brain-mashing repetitions and the indisputable feeling that you're in love with everyone else in the room. There were so many "cool" or just classic possible choices for this week. Here's something disposable. Like Reeces pieces, Coca Cola, apple pie with a slice of cheese and a side of ice-cream and Lucky Strike it will rot you from the inside out. But it's a fun sort of decay.
Before there was OK Go on treadmills, there was the Feeder fan video. While getting ready for work this morning, XFM kindly reminded me of this slice of quintessentially English teen suburbia. Okay, so it’s not a ground-breaking, or even particularly great, song, but frankly I find this video cute incarnate.
The synchronised dancing with guitars The emo boys taking themselves far too seriously The bad lighting The rubbish interior décor The Fab lolly Gyrating black-bra lady Blonde girl with multiple wardrobe changes (are they the same girl? Or just the same room?) Cute nu-metal girls in visors and their photo opp Those adorable blonde children, the nose-picking, Funny noooooooowww!!!! Weird lady with cyan zip-top doing Blanche Dubois goes psycho (especially when she gets out the dressing-gown and fag) The tea break from the Topman boys Sincere boy in white t-shirt and glasses The umbrella-ella-ella Glove puppets and newspapers Show-off video-camera dancing And let’s not forget enraged mother at 3.46
