Monday, September 22, 2003
"Wait... They Don't Love You Like I Love You"
Most songs I can't really listen to more than once a day, no matter how good I think This is a Low or Won't Get to Heaven (The State I'm In) are, I wouldn't really want to listen to them more than just the once in a 24 hour period. It's only occasionally that I want to listen to a song again, and again, and again... Fischerspooner's Emerge, Dame Patti Smith's version of Gloria or Our Generation and now The Yeah Yeah Yeahs Maps which is a truly beautiful song. I've not been hugely taken with what I've heard of the YYYs to date, and indeed the b-sides are okay but not great, but I think I'll have to find their album and give it a listen.
Other purchases of the day, well, The Chemical Brothers Singles 1993-2003. I got the 'limited edition' but haven't listened to the second CD yet, the hits are all there in order. I suspect it's now a crime if you don't pretend that you always hated the Chemical Brothers, but there's a little part of my soul that will always respond to Let Forever Be.
In the magical world of comics, Grant Morrison's 13-issue The Filth comes to a welcome end. After genre-shattering runs on titles like Animal Man, Doom Patrol, The Invisibles, Flex Mentallo, JLA and The X-Men, Morrison's quality control has had something of a downturn in the last year or so, normally a sign of distraction from working on other projects. The Filth (think James Bond crossed with the Family health Encyclopedia (1001 common ailments and how to cure them) has been the worst sign of this, in which Morrison has mashed together his most recurrent story ideas, dying cats, fiction/reality crossing over, both mental and physical sickness being just three examples and sold it as a comic. It has confused non-linear storylines, and a large gap where anything approaching an explanation would be. It does have a talking communist monkey assasin, which is one of the two good points about the thing. The other is the artwork by Chris Weston who has consistently produced some amazing visuals. When he worked with Morrison before, a brief run on The Invisibles, his artwork wasn't able to cope with the scope of Morrison's deranged imagination. However, in this instance he's outshone him.
The only other thing is to remind you to watch Breaking the Silence: a Special Report by John Pilger, one of the few times a year when ITV broadcast something worth watching and probably the last time if rumours that the channel's going to be bought out by Viacom come December are true. Pilger looks at 9/11 and examines the case for war.
Most songs I can't really listen to more than once a day, no matter how good I think This is a Low or Won't Get to Heaven (The State I'm In) are, I wouldn't really want to listen to them more than just the once in a 24 hour period. It's only occasionally that I want to listen to a song again, and again, and again... Fischerspooner's Emerge, Dame Patti Smith's version of Gloria or Our Generation and now The Yeah Yeah Yeahs Maps which is a truly beautiful song. I've not been hugely taken with what I've heard of the YYYs to date, and indeed the b-sides are okay but not great, but I think I'll have to find their album and give it a listen.
Other purchases of the day, well, The Chemical Brothers Singles 1993-2003. I got the 'limited edition' but haven't listened to the second CD yet, the hits are all there in order. I suspect it's now a crime if you don't pretend that you always hated the Chemical Brothers, but there's a little part of my soul that will always respond to Let Forever Be.
In the magical world of comics, Grant Morrison's 13-issue The Filth comes to a welcome end. After genre-shattering runs on titles like Animal Man, Doom Patrol, The Invisibles, Flex Mentallo, JLA and The X-Men, Morrison's quality control has had something of a downturn in the last year or so, normally a sign of distraction from working on other projects. The Filth (think James Bond crossed with the Family health Encyclopedia (1001 common ailments and how to cure them) has been the worst sign of this, in which Morrison has mashed together his most recurrent story ideas, dying cats, fiction/reality crossing over, both mental and physical sickness being just three examples and sold it as a comic. It has confused non-linear storylines, and a large gap where anything approaching an explanation would be. It does have a talking communist monkey assasin, which is one of the two good points about the thing. The other is the artwork by Chris Weston who has consistently produced some amazing visuals. When he worked with Morrison before, a brief run on The Invisibles, his artwork wasn't able to cope with the scope of Morrison's deranged imagination. However, in this instance he's outshone him.
The only other thing is to remind you to watch Breaking the Silence: a Special Report by John Pilger, one of the few times a year when ITV broadcast something worth watching and probably the last time if rumours that the channel's going to be bought out by Viacom come December are true. Pilger looks at 9/11 and examines the case for war.
