Thursday, July 07, 2005

I'll keep you Post-It

Having had around 55 of my CD's and records out on my living room floor and then putting them back into alphabetical order, I think I'm ready for the unveiling of my Top 50. I'm not sure how happy I am about it. It seems to me that there should be more than two albums recorded before I was born that I actually like and own. The conclusion must be that I need to buy more records, which isn't the worst thing in the world. Oh well, here goes:

1. Suede – Dog Man Star
2. Pulp – This Is Hardcore
3. kent – Isola
4. Manic Street Preachers – The Holy Bible
5. Suede - Suede
6. Manic Street Preachers – Everything Must Go
7. Håkan Hellström – Känn Ingen Sorg För Mig Göteborg
8. Elastica – Elastica
9. Mazzy Star – Among My Swan
10. The Smiths – The Smiths
11. blur – Parklife
12. Marion – The Program
13. Björk – Post
14. Belle and Sebastian – Tigermilk
15. The Smiths – Strangeways, Here We Come
16. Pulp – Different Class
17. The Jesus and Mary Chain – Psychocandy
18. Joy Division – Unknown Pleasures
19. Puressence – Only Forever
20. Tindersticks – Tindersticks (this one, not this one)
21. Radiohead – The Bends
22. kent – Hagnesta Hill
23. B.R.M.C. – Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
24. The Clash – London Calling
25. Suede – Coming Up
26. Placebo – Without You I’m Nothing
27. Interpol – Antics
28. Mazzy Star – So Tonight That I Might See
29. Whiskeytown – Stranger’s Almanac
30. The Cure – Wish
31. blur – 13
32. The Cardigans – Gran Turismo
33. The Smiths – The Queen Is Dead
34. Björk – Homogenic
35. Puressence – Puressence
36. Marion – Marion
37. Manic Street Preachers – Generation Terrorists
38. Pulp – His ‘n’ Hers
39. David Bowie – The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars
40. Radiohead – OK Computer
41. Psyched Up Janis – Where The Lights Won’t Shine-EP
42. Sort Sol – Dagger & Guitar
43. Ash – 1977
Air – Moon Safari
45. Hole – Live Through This
46. My Bloody Valentine – Loveless
The Dandy Warhols – 13 Tales from Urban Bohemia
The Cooper Temple Clause – Kick Up the Fire, and Let The Flames Break Loose
49. Arab Strap – Philophobia
50. The Cure – Disintegration

Hate-mail and music-related contempt below, but it might take some time, before I'll respond; as my dad currently lives in Angola (yes, really), he has let me borrow his house in Sønderborg, so tomorrow I'm going there with a couple of friends to go to the tilting, buy cheap booze in Germany, get drunk and go to the beach. Should be nice and clichéd.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

It's not gonna rain, I promise

I'm guessing a month of radio silence is all a blog can really take, but what can you do; first there was exams, then there was family crap so I had to go back to Sønderborg, then came Roskilde and inbetween there was just general laziness. My blog even reached the tender age of one while I was gone - alas, there are still plenty of annoying things out there; still girls who think it's ok to wear football shirts, even though they should know better, and still lots of guys deluded enough to think that beards actually suit them. Oooh well...

Anyway, I came from this year's Roskilde Festival yesterday and have spent most of today sleeping - still pretty beat though.
It was a really great festival although I had a hard time doing anything in the sun and dust - consequently I didn't really get to see as much music as I have the other years. Or maybe I did, it's just that usually, you'll want to get inside the tents to hear music, obviously, but also just to get away from the rain, while this year, we were sitting on the ground outside the tents hearing the concerts and, well, somehow it just feels a bit like cheating. Also, I was drunk much more often than I have been other years, which also had me cut back a bit on the concert-going. Maybe I should bring back my principle of not drinking at Roskilde.
What I did see was:
kent kent are kent and you can't really help but to love them, Joachim Berg's pink pant(her)s were really cool and it was a really good set, but just... not perfect. Could've been better on a smaller stage. Maybe.
Håkan Hellström I hadn't been drinking enough water that day so I missed some of the show when I had to step out, but it was pretty good. Lots of dancing and I nearly cried when he sang Nu Kan Du Få Mig Så Lätt whilst wearing a G֖TEBORG-T-shirt that someone in the audience had thrown to him. Very pretty.
The Tears I'm not too impressed with the album, but it was a really good show eventhough, music-wise, you should probably seek out a second opinion as Brett Anderson took off his shirt and then, well, I didn't hear much else than my friends and myself screaming.
Eskobar I think that Someone New is a really good song, but has anyone outside Sweden really heard any of their other songs? They played Knowing Me, Knowing You, though, and that's always really good even if I still like the cover-version recorded by Danish band How Do I better.
Mikael Simpson I was there for the entire show (no, I don't know why either) and I can't remember a single song. He seemed cheerful.
Green Day I was drunk when we stepped in on this and it was, well, entertaining. I sort of found myself being half embarassed to enjoy it thinking "Seriously?!" and half just having fun.
The Raveonettes Their stage-decoration-thingies were really cool, but the music was just so droning.
Duran Duran I had really been looking forward to this and it was just totally awful. The band were so unengaged and unengaging and sloppy... and total crap. Quite possibly the worst show I've seen at Roskilde since Smashing Pumpkins in 1997.
Skambankt Didn't see all of this, but the opening song was really good. Even if they are from Norway.
Turbonegro Oh come on, it was funny.
The Go! Team Seemed good. Very energetic.
Bloc Party Haven't heard the entire album yet, but it was very good and much more of a party than I expected it to be. However, I couldn't see the guitar player and well, you'd want to, wouldn't you?
Interpol Very good. Very happy to hear Take You on a Cruise.

So I didn't really see enough concerts and none of the ones I did see blew me away like Muse did last year. I have a sunburn (damn Scandinavian skin), I'm still tired and I have unexplainable cuts and bruises. Our tent broke after not even 24 hours (and, apparently, you can't fix everything with duct tape) and I can't remember the last time I was entirely as filthy. However, I also can't remember the last time, if ever, I actually had the thought that "hey, I could stay a little longer" on Sunday evening and I must say, that this was one of the most enjoyable festivals I've been to. Oh well, that tired-thing still applies, so I'll bugger off. I might jump the Top 50 bandwaggon later this week so stay tuned.