View Monday: posted Sunday night so you get it on Monday. We ain’t feeling fashionable.

Hello. Wasn’t this simply delightful? Yes, yes i think it was.

My laptop’s thrown a wobbly and won’t let me get to stuff i’ve written for this blog, or a lot of songs for that matter, or the internet, so you’ll just have to watch some stuff again. Sorry.



Here’s a collision between two subjects that two of my personal favourite blogs have written about this week; Teenage Kicks wrote a commendable piece about grindcore, while Sweeping The Nation made me go all misty-eyed with Britpop nostalgia about mid-Nineties Radio 1, back when the station really was the nation’s favourite. (Really like the black and white Peelie footage.) You’ll notice of course that another annoying Chris was at the helm of Wonderful Radio 1’s breakfast show back then, and while the television programme that ultimately made him leave the station, TFI Friday, was often a monstrosity, anyone who puts Napalm Death on teatime Friday night Channel 4 isn’t doing everything wrong.



Meanwhile, it’s scary to think that something still as brutal and rarely-surpassed in the extreme rock scene as ‘Scum’ is twenty years old, but at least there have been many holding the heavy flame aloft. It’s often mentioned that they stamp on their fans’ heads, and of course there was the time that they chucked their own faeces at them as well. But under it all Dillinger Escape Plan are proof that math metal still carries the thrash heart pumping and bloodied in its tightened fist.



This’ll be the new single from Blood Red Shoes then, which – understandably, given the years they must have slugged it around Brighton’s narrow and ever-decreasing toilet circuit – is called ‘It’s Getting Boring By The Sea’.



Apparently Muse kicked it at Wembley this weekend, but did they destroy their instruments? That’s what i want to know. They may have been going since 1994 but when they hit their stride in 2000, i remember an interview where they winced revealing the bill for the amount of equipment they'd already completely obliterated, rocketing as it was into the tens of thousands. Nowadays i’d probably think it was a Who-copyist hollow statement of false showmanship, despite the strength of the songs, not to mention a waste of money and craftwork. But at the time i just thought: cool.



…and here’s what i think about every time someone mention’s buying Prince tickets, apart from the time i was lost and lonely and staring at a drawing of a unicorn in The Penthouse and suddenly, as it blasted through the speakers, i finally ‘got’ Purple Rain. But i can’t really embed that. Thankfully.