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Fear of Music: The Internet Is Killing Music.
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The Internet Is Killing Music. Posted by Beck at 12:18. Okay I love the internet. It's given me jobs, a string of unsuitable but ultimately laughable dates and the opportunity to shop with impunity without interacting with people (it's not that I'm antisocial; I just can't stand the High Street when there are people in it). I remember, quite fondly, when I first went online. It was 1994, Leicester University. A girl called Sam, from Sunderland, studying chemistry: "Do you have an email number? It just is...
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Fear of Music: Welcome to the Twisted Ear blog.
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Welcome to the Twisted Ear blog. Posted by Beck at 11:59. It isn't pretty, but the sparkly bits will come (they did send us an RSVP - we promise). In the meantime, some words. We set this up to allow our writers the chance to rant and rail. Or just mumble - about anything vaguely related to music that wouldn't quite fit within the constraints of. Join us as a writer, even. Consider the gauntlet thrown. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). For those about to rock.we scrutinize you Pt. 1.
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Fear of Music: November 2008
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For those about to rock.we scrutinize you Pt. 1. Posted by Mark T at 11:26. Wiki has exposed the facts, but I want more. I want to find what it means to those who do the supplying: the passion, the dynamic, the secret behind its enduring appeal and power. So, musical compadres, fetch your bullwhip and fedora, we're taking this to ground zero: the lyrics. After all if something so vital is worth shouting about, then I must understand exactly what is being shouted. Labels: rock n roll. So, yes, I love the ...
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WRONG ANGLE: October 2006
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Welcome to Wrong Angle, the botched reality of feckless musical ideologues stuck in a hyper-theorised cybernetwork of demented gonzoid paralysis. Or some such bunkum. Sunday, October 29, 2006. Is a genuinely mouthwatering one. Countless lazy and witless imitations have not quite managed to cheapen the legacy of what was the definitive Britpop-era drama. And most of the action takes place in Miles' country manor estate - conjuring unwelcome images of ghastly toff flick. Sunday, October 15, 2006. Blair And...
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WRONG ANGLE: January 2007
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Welcome to Wrong Angle, the botched reality of feckless musical ideologues stuck in a hyper-theorised cybernetwork of demented gonzoid paralysis. Or some such bunkum. Monday, January 29, 2007. Not me of course. And not the band either, it transpires. Read my review of their ULU gig here. Sunday, January 28, 2007. WHAT THE WORLD'S BEEN WAITING FOR. Exciting developments from the home (counties) front comes with this email from Greg. The Chris Lowe to my Neil Tennant. Sunday, January 21, 2007. Resistance i...
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WRONG ANGLE: A WORLD WITHOUT DAVE
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Welcome to Wrong Angle, the botched reality of feckless musical ideologues stuck in a hyper-theorised cybernetwork of demented gonzoid paralysis. Or some such bunkum. Sunday, October 15, 2006. A WORLD WITHOUT DAVE. The hostile reception to Sion Simon's Web Cameron YouTube spoof. When will you die? As a riotous laugh too. If, as seems depressingly inevitable, Cameron becomes PM, expect him to eventually be despised for the very same qualities he's currently championed for. View my complete profile.
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WRONG ANGLE: Juno it makes sense
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Welcome to Wrong Angle, the botched reality of feckless musical ideologues stuck in a hyper-theorised cybernetwork of demented gonzoid paralysis. Or some such bunkum. Tuesday, January 22, 2008. Juno it makes sense. May just be the schmindiest movie ever: if there’s any justice it’ll be this year’s. Cross-over indie cult phenomenon. It features an awesomely sweet lead performance from Ellen Page. The celebrity hang-ups and tawdry Callum Best. The soundtrack’s curated by Kimya Dawson. S musings on the.
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WRONG ANGLE: Wet dream
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Welcome to Wrong Angle, the botched reality of feckless musical ideologues stuck in a hyper-theorised cybernetwork of demented gonzoid paralysis. Or some such bunkum. Friday, March 14, 2008. I'm surprised to see Water Lilies -. A new film about French teenage lesbians on the cusp of sexual awakening - garnering such universally drooling reviews from middle-aged male film critics. Must be something in the water! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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WRONG ANGLE: February 2007
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Welcome to Wrong Angle, the botched reality of feckless musical ideologues stuck in a hyper-theorised cybernetwork of demented gonzoid paralysis. Or some such bunkum. Monday, February 05, 2007. Not pronounced like the triangular Quality Street chocolate in the green wrapper which everyone leaves in the tin, that would be waaaay too pretentious . Read my review of their ICA gig. Friday, February 02, 2007. No, me neither, but these God-fearing Bible belters. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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WRONG ANGLE: March 2008
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Welcome to Wrong Angle, the botched reality of feckless musical ideologues stuck in a hyper-theorised cybernetwork of demented gonzoid paralysis. Or some such bunkum. Friday, March 14, 2008. I'm surprised to see Water Lilies -. A new film about French teenage lesbians on the cusp of sexual awakening - garnering such universally drooling reviews from middle-aged male film critics. Must be something in the water! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.