Part XXXVIII: On three-piece indie bands with female lead singers
Saint Etienne: Two blokes with keyboards and a nice singer
Ah, Sarah Cracknell, how many ways do I love thee? (Even if once, completely by accident, I saw your front bottom at Reading Festival. Sorry.)
The Cocteau Twins: Two blokes with jangly guitars and a nice, slightly mad, singer
Do not, under any circumstances, try to understand the words.
- Pearly Dew-drops Drops
- Aikea-Guinea - one of the best songs, ever, and I will kill the man who says otherwise
- Lorelei - live on the electric telly
And while we're still gushing (metaphotrically) over Elizabeth Fraser:
This Mortal Coil
And veering hopelessly off-topic, if you saw Doctor Who this weekend, you will be mostly wanting this ear-worm: ELO - Mr Blue Sky
* And Google Video, but it didn't fit in the title.
But seriously folks...
I understand there was a certain disquiet this weekend over the lack of poo and vomit woe in last Friday's Scary Story. I hear your concerns, I apologise for this dreadful collapse in this site's mank quotient, and will address it this morning with the following for your consideration:
"There is nothing quite so funny as hearing other people fart in public toilets."