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24: Right-wing propaganda or left-wing satire?

exactly what the fuck is a socket and how would I go about opening one?

Quick, open a socket to division, re-route the geo-thermal satellite imaging and torture the shifty looking bloke in holding room 4 who was doing your job 20 minutes ago. It’s time to delve into the chrome covered, murder-a-minute world of 24…

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The Twisted Beauty of The Trial

Thats a whole pineaple for Mr Welles please

Despite the fact that it was made for hardly any money and filmed in several different places, Orson Welles’ version of Franz Kafka’s masterpiece is an amazing looking film.

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Adam and Lee: The TV Review Podcast

what is there to say really?

paper-jam are fairly proud to present Adam and Lee kicking off their new weekly podcast in which they will hold forth on what they have watched on TV this week. Warning: will be offensive to dwarfs.

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St Patricks's day in Boston - Part 1

Our resident jetsetter is up for the craic and enjoying a pint of the black stuff. Except instead of knocking around the Star & Garter he’s in bleedin’ Boston. Part 2 has yet to arrive, hope he is OK…

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St Patricks's day in Boston - Part 2

Nick is now actually in Australia. Crikey. However he was kind enough to let us have his recollections of doing the Boston parade in a pink tutu. He’s not gay but he is reasonably proud.

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The worst TV channel in the world ever - but you've got to watch it

Just send in all your money and you will be saved, worthless sinner

Meanwhile in America, Nick is having a terrible time while channel hopping due to those crazy religious types pretending to be proper news programmes. Still probably not as bad as Fox News though.

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Trendy young beauty goes pole dancing

squuuueeeeeeeek, bump, ouch.

Vanessa decides to give in to a side of her personality that we have always suspected was bubbling somewhere under the surface; Training as a pole dancer. Calm down lads there aren’t any photos, as yet… always seemed such a nice girl…

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A Call To Arms

Nick has a quick word about the woeful state of modern economics and why it means we are all screwed. Read this, then rent The Corporation and get angry/afraid.

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Travelling Woes, Hints and Tips

paper-jam’s answer to Alan Whicker give us the lowdown on getting in and out of the USA in as stress-free a manner as possible. Get the feeling he may have got stuck in a queue or two in the past.

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Guitar Solos That I Can Listen To Without Getting Really Bored

chrissy boy

Maybe I’m getting grouchy in my old age but guitar solos are starting to leave me cold - here are some that I can cope with. John Squire is not anywhere on this list.

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Great British Beer Festival 2006

Once more unto the breach etc. This year the beer festival was at Earl’s Court, so one less stop on the tube and absolutely no natural light at all. I wanted to try the Sri Lankan stout…

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YouTube: Worth all that money?

Then I get out my gun.

Almost certainly if twisted music videos, historical football brilliance and humourous yet ultimately pointless short films are your bag. Warning contains R Kelly videos (no not that one).

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If I Ran Hell, Part One

There are nine circles of hell and currently they are being occupied by entirely the wrong people (well mostly). Never mind “the fradulent”. What about Daily Mail readers?

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Going to see some strippers at The Griffin

A privet dunce?

Well, do I really need to explain? No I don’t do I. And that definitely was a quid too, honest.

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The Rakes / White Rose Movement at Wolverhampton Wulfrun, Feb 2nd 2006

I'll see you in West Germany, squire - The Rakes having at it

Jim W goes an awful long way (well, across Birmingham) to see spiky guitar types The Rakes and his new favourite band White Rose Movement play at an old haunt.

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King Kong

As smelly as a big fat racist comedian.

After a fair amount of dithering paper-jam virgin Tom gives us the SP on the new version of the old big monkey/screaming woman classic. An experience to wow the eyes and numb the arse, it says here…

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Belle and Sebastian, Birmingham Academy, 26th January 2006

This story sounds like one of your fucking albums

Yeah, I meant to do this last week but got repeatedly waylaid by the bloody pub. Supposed Scottish indie-ponces wreak triumph at the academy much to my pleasant surprise. Ooh get me away I’m dying…

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Munich

off to the cupboard then

Politically controversial new Spielberg film studies the after effects of the 1972 massacre at the Olympic games and contains a really, really (really) bad sex scene.

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The Mighty Boosh Live at Warwick Arts Centre

We had a ticket going spare as well

Wacky humour surrealists off the telly turn up to make jokes about being raped by rabbits and how to properly mime opening a door. Good fun all round.

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Parlour 9 Sessions - The sound of Lo-fi Superior

That slightly gothy Parlour 9 logo. Very nice.

In which our panel remove their earplugs for just long enough to bathe in the rather variable lo-fi action coming from those Parlour 9 people - one of whom appears to have an unusual method of hitting those high notes.

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Syriana vs Good Night And Good Luck

So have you got a girlfriend then, Liberace?

The Hollywood star it is OK to like is back with 2 films having a pop at US government policy in one way or another. Which is the best? Time to attribute totally subjective marks out of 10 with little or no accountability. Oh the irony…

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Ringleader Of The Tormentors By Morrissey

Moz, arsed or not arsed. Who knows?

Explosive kegs between his legs eh? I know how he feels but you don’t find me releasing albums about it. Anyway this has had universally favourable reviews so it must be good mustn’t it?. Well it is, especially the majestic Life Is A Pigsty.

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The Concretes, Birmingham Academy 2, 5th April

Sigh, do I have to sing? Really? In Birmingham? Sigh...

A small crowd in a small venue listen to eight swedish people make a lot of very nice noise. Plus their singer is really quite miserable, albeit in a sort of endearing way.

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The Flaming Lips, Birmingham, 24th April

If you could cheer up Jim by playing some songs, would you do it?

A band so good they made me happy for a full 24 hours - A new UK record. I’m saying that the “Wayne Coyne for President” band-wagon starts here, imagine the victory parade.

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The Memory of Whiteness by Kim Stanley Robinson

Nick give us the lowdown on what sounds like the sort of book that takes a PHD or 2 to get the most out of, also involves some sort of intergalactic one-man-band and a bunch of performance artists.

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Silent Hill

Vanessa gives us the (very) low down on this horror flick based on a computer game starring Sean Bean, sounds poor already doesn’t it?

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Soundstation Festival, Birmingham, 28th May

Go on love, treat youself to something nice...

A bunch of bands play at the new park in the middle of Birmingham, the weather was good and I saw loads of different types of trains.

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Lessons I learned from going to see Foo Fighters in Hyde Park

Can you feel our love too Dave? Can you?

A visit to the capital to see Dave Grohl’s band. Carried out with military precision, accurate timing and fearful efficiency. No-one was late, got totally lost or anything like that.

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Red Hot Chili Peppers, Dirty Pretty Things and !!! @ Ricoh Arena 2nd July

Three bands on a warm evening at the country’s premier footy arena are witness to the fact that if you really want to throw a bottle a long way, you need to make sure that there is something in it.

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The Smartest Guys In The Room

Heyyyy, Kenny Boy!

It’s a documentary about business fraud and the collapse of a big corporation due to dodgy accounting practices and… wait come back! Honestly you’d really like it… Where are you going? There are strippers in it too…

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10 reasons why Take That were fantastic

Vanessa went to see Take That last month and enjoyed it so much that she wet herself (nearly). Find out what could cause such excitement at the Milton Keynes Bowl.

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A trip to the Ikon Gallery

A jaunt to the swish gallery off Broad Street in Birmingham to look at some paintings of datelines and take part in a colour perception experiment. How cultural is that?

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V Festival 2006: Part One

Yes someone actually put their tent in the toilets.

In part one of what is bound to become known as “That really, really long review Jim wrote about the V festival” I take you through the sights, sounds and smells of Weston Park last weekend. First up: Rain, toilets and Morrissey.

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A Scanner Darkly

Thom says this is fucked up, fucked up etc

At long, long last this has arrived. We went to watch this stylish looking Philip K Dick adaptation at the Showcase and sat through the most depressing adverts ever

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V Festival 2006: Part Two

still not moved that tent then

Oh my aching fingers, there’s even more of this epic re-telling of an epic weekend. In part two, the sun shines, I see some puppets and Radiohead are really, really serious…

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The Electric Cinema and Little Miss Sunshine

So, the policeman didn't like the gay porn mag then?

I went to the art deco film womb of the Electric cinema in Birmingham to watch the well reviewed film involving a heroin snorting grandad, a VW camper van and a man who will make you want to kick his teeth in.

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Children Of Men

go on, pull my finger

Roll out the superlatives, this is great in a depressing, violent, future fascist society where everyone is infertile sort of way. The bloke from the Mirror doesn’t think so though.

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The Information by Beck

one two you know what to do

It took a bit of buying but it was worth the effort. Did I mention about the stickers for making your own cover? No I won’t copy it for you.

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The Flaming Lips, NIA, 9th November

Nick made it along this time for the band that keeps the big balloon industry in pocket money. Contender, reeaadddyyyyyyy…

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The Aliens @ Birmingham Barfly

We were warmed up on a freezing cold night by the brilliance of this band, some of who used to be a bit of the Beta Band. Plus I get blown out by a barmaid, yes I know that’s hard to believe.

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Children's playtime at the Tate Modern

whhhhoooooo, again

Nick and Chris got to go to the Tate Modern and have a go on the big, cool slides. The lucky bleeders. When I went the queue was about forty miles long, must go back.

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New paper-jam website : kind to animals

This is the amazing new fourth or fifth design of the paper-jam website. I've lost count now, it's ridiculous. No animals were harmed in the making of this new site, but there was plenty of swearing, believe me.

One thing that was causing particular cursage was updating the structure of the database on the live server without trashing all the data that was there already... the answer was mysqldiff, which works out the structural difference between two databases. I used it to generate the update SQL script; it needed a bit of editing afterwards, but nothing serious.

Hooray for Stephan Skusa who wrote mysqldiff, there'll be a donation winging it's way over to him once my credit card has recovered from the sticky brown mess it's currently in.

Life on Mars

Hoho. The new series from the makers of - wait for it - Spooks and Hustle had it's first episode tonight, and they almost managed to keep their hand off the Impossibly Daft Slow-Mo button, right up until our time-travelling hero John Sim and his thuggish boss, played by Philip Glenister, jump over a desk.

In slo-mo.

Well at least there was no hideously embarassing musical number, like in Hustle.

And it was going quite well, too before that, with some sly Back to the Future references (asking for a Diet Coke in a pub, the silly "this flyover! coming soon!"), and his 2006 consciousness leaking through a television set in the form of a hirsute Open University lecturer.

Beyond the set-up, the detective story was dreadfully thin, with a massive leap to finding the bad guy, but it'll be worth a go next week. Mind you, I watched the entire first series of Hustle too...

Pointless paper-jam screensaver v1.0 for Mac OS X

Have you yearned for a screen saver with the badly-kerned words "paper" and "jam" spinning slowly around, while the wonder of RSS lets you know what is going on around here at the same time.

You have? That's handy. Download the file below and put it in your Screensavers folder (you can find it in the Library), you can then turn it on through the screensaver settings.

Of course this all only works if you have OS X and are connected to the internet in some way, but hey aren't we all?

The file is here, don't worry it is only about 8k

Shake the Disease (Tiga remix) - Depeche Mode

Tiga, seen here looking a bit ridiculous Tiga, the electroclash survivor that apparently spent all of 1996 mourning the death of Tupac Shakir, seems to be everywhere right now, remixing everything in sight. Check his remix of LCD's Tribulations for especially guilty hands-in-the-air disco fun.

Now he's had a go at Depeche Mode's rather mardy 1985 single "Shake the Disease" for release on the upcoming 80s remix compilation "Future Retro " and it's a steely, minimal electro affair, well away from the limp and moany original. It's what it should have been in the first place.

Depeche have been having a good time of remixes at the moment, with the Thin White Duke and Bitstream mixes of "A Pain That I'm Used To".

Also on the compilation is a version of Yazoo's "Situation" (apparently in itself a house classic in it's Francois Kevorkian remix from 1982) by Richard X, which I was all excited about in my pathetic way, but it's bollocks, I'm afraid.

And especially for Jim, who has a soft spot for La Moz, a remix of "Suedehead" by Sparks. Good God. I've not heard this yet, I'd be intrigued...

Kraftwerk - Pocket Calculator

The classic lineup - Kraftwerk in red shirts

We've been meaning to write about this for a while, but DVDborn rather beat us to it - there's a fantastic torrent available of a German TV special featuring Kraftwerk at the peak of their powers in 1981.

I haven't watched it all yet, because my jaw dropped and hit the stop button when I saw them doing a version of "Pocket Calculator". They're absolutely going for it, giving it a hundred and ten percent, with maximum jerky dancing, random audience participation and live, hot Stylophone action.

The proof - Stylophone in hand...

No laughing at the back please, trust me: a Stylophone through a huge PA system sounds raw and rude. There's plenty of bass, believe me.

At the risk of murdering our bandwidth allocation, here's the (rather murky) clip. You'll potentially need the evil Quicktime to make it work...

Comics: Ex Machina and The Filth

As every one knows, comics are for kids - and grown men who are still essentially children. With this in mind I can heartily recommend Ex Machina and The Filth to all the rest of you out there.

Ex Machina is very grown up, mixing politics, art scandals and a bit of 9/11 into what is essentially a flawed superhero story.

Meanwhile The Filth (by Grant Morrison who wrote The Invisibles) is a cavalcade of swearing, pornography, violence and general mysteriousness. Like The Invisibles, this is really great to read but a complete nightmare to describe in any concrete way. A whole lot of personal interpretation makes up the experience, which is usually the way with all good books.

As usual, if you are thinking of delving into the world of comics I would recommend first checking out Alan Moore's genius V for Vendetta and Watchmen, both of which are getting the film makeover as I type.

Controversial South Park episode on Scientology

Tom Cruise in South Park

We're more than happy to fan the flames of the PR around the "axing" of the South Park episode "Trapped in the Closet", which won't be shown in the UK because of legal worries.

For those that haven't seen the episode, it starts off with Stan looking for some free kicks 'cos of a lack of ready cash. Some Scientologists promise some free fun, so he gets tested by them and they then presume he's the reincarnation of founder L. Ron Hubbard.

So the episode goes on from there into a real all-guns blazing assault on Scientology, including an eye-opening rendition of the batshit-mad Xenu story, which according to Wikipedia is part of Scientology doctrine. Parker/Stone underline the insanity of the story by flashing up "This What Scientologists Actually Believe" across the screen.

Xenu, looking a bit narked in South Park

The episode has made headlines over here (Ananova story here) for a (very funny) joke about Tom Cruise going into a closet to hide in Stan's house, and being "trapped" there. John Travolta, Nicole Kidman and R. Kelly all turn up to try and persuade him out, and a news crew stare in the camera and say repeatedly, "When will Tom Cruise come out of the closet?"

The story on Ananova about Tom threatening legal action looks to be complete cobblers though.



> An insider was quoted as saying... "Tom was said not to like the episode and Paramount didn't dare risk showing it again. It's a shame that UK audiences will never see it because it's very funny."

"An insider" saying that "Tom was said not to like the episode"? You could ask anyone that's seen it, they could tell you this much. It's interesting to see something reported over here in the UK based on nothing but a guess. Makes me wonder if Paramount have been trying to put this about to raise South Park's and Cruise's profile.

You can see the episode here.

Infinite joy found in 60s French pop videos

France Gall in Laisse tomber les filles Feeling a bit down in grey old January? Cheer yourself up with Sixties French pop videos over at YouTube (via ilike).

Even the hardest of techno-loving hearts could not fail to be melted by Sixties teenage babypop star France Gall's hip-swinging "Laisse Tomber Les Filles". I love the stomping "Poupée de cire, poupée de son" which won the Eurovision Song Contest in 1965.

There's also some rare film of Gitane-aholic Serge Gainsbourg not glued to a fag in the pervy-looking "Dents de lait, dents de loup" and "Les Sucettes", and then he's back with the cigs and Brigitte Bardot (toting a tommy gun) in the classic "Bonnie and Clyde". There's plenty of good stories on the indefatiguable Gainsbourg at the Guardian website.

Oh and don't watch "Tous les Gar‚àö?üons et Les Filles" if you've just eaten - Ms. Hardy is lipsyncing on one of those fairground boats and it's all a bit vertiginous.

distractions by bravecaptain

As mentioned previously the new eight track album from the capital letter-hating bravecaptain aka Martin Carr is available for completely free download from his web site as of today. Thoughtfully, you can also grab the artwork to put in the CD case to make things look nice too.

Haven't had a chance to have a proper listen yet but did bung it on whilst doing some cooking and the first track "whatever happened to the fingertipsaint" is ace, with big organ sounds and very good for chopping up vegetables to. Unfortunately most of the album was then drowned out by the sounds of bubbling saucepans, stir-frying chicken and an extractor fan.

Once the food was ready I had reached the last two tracks, the juddering but tuneful "oh you" and the closer "jerusalem" featuring the politicised rap of Akira The Don, who you can read a onemusic interview with right here if you like.

All sounds good so far. More thoughts tomorrow when I've listened to it on the way to and, more importantly, back from work.

Coventry 2 Brighton 0

Oh yes, its the top half of the table for the Sky Blues following another win which was made up of:

  • Everyone booing referee Uriah Rennie before the game had even started.
  • A dour first half punctuated by amusing chants regarding the sexual orientation of the Brighton contingent "We can see you holding hands" was a highlight, to which they responded "You're too ugly to be gay". Touche.
  • A proper old dust up at the back of the NTL stand, the perpetrator was removed by about 10 stewards to cries of "Wanker, wanker" from pretty much everyone in the place.
  • Dele "Pele" Adebola taking the complete piss out of the Brighton defence, only to find that his teammates were not on the same wavelength, time and again.
  • A single moment of quality when 87 year-old Dennis Wise nodded in an inviting Marcus Hall cross.
  • The fans saluting Wise with "He's only five foot four, he'll break your fucking jaw", which he seemed to enjoy.
  • Cov completely dominating the second half, with Wise outstanding and deserving of his second goal. At this point (to the tune of "Go West") a large proportion of the Cov crowd started singing "Your dad - takes it up the ass" to a now morose Seagulls faithfull.

For a more accurate depiction of events check out LAST. Needless to say if we can keep this sort of form up it might be a top half finish this year!

Maximum YouTube music video joy over at MusicThing

Ian Curtis from Joy Division, having a think about singing ShadowplayTom over at ace music-tech blog MusicThing has gone mad on our new favourite thing YouTube, and scouted out a fair few classic music videos, including a suitably mental early TV performance from Iggy and the Stooges, a cracking new Prince single, and the most arse-shaking beat from James Brown's funky drummer Clyde Stubblefield.

Also check that Chaka Khan drumming performance mentioned in the comments. So far I've managed to find a load of scary old Gary Numan doing his Bowie-as-a-robot schtick ("We are glass"), Joy Division being impressively bleak ("Shadowplay") and yet more France Gall ("Quand on est ensemble").

The good news is that the video streaming seems to work through corporate firewalls (Flash videos over normal HTTP?), so if you're at work and the YouTube website isn't blocked, you should be able to get your Chaka Khan fix at your desk. And slow everyone elses connection at the same time, marvellous.

Austin Stevens: worrying snakes in a jungle near you

Austin Stevens having a deep conversation with a particularly vicious looking snake Over at Filth and Saving the World, our compatriot and lyrical postman Howe2 discovers Austin Stevens (...not Steve Austin), the South African photographer and renowned snake molester, currently doing roaring business on UK TV on Channel 5. Howe2 says:

> He bounds through dense, humid jungle upsetting various brands of reptiles by picking them up sometimes with tongs and almost certainly with a big stiffy...

...so what does this involve?

> All of this involves gripping the snake by the tail and using a set of litter pickers to grip the furious, highly dangerous snake behind the ears and froth to the point of explosion about it's fabulous scallyness and large pointy, serrated fangs, that i'm confident will smart if he sticks his face within striking distanced.

And it's great stuff. Less relentlessly chirpy than that other reptile-fancier, Steve Irwin, Stevens goes about his task with absurd relish, springing from on high to surprise a snake which is clearly not expecting a fondling from a crazy South African.

Emma the cynical wife looks quizzical all the way through, while I'm just grinning like a fool. She's thinking - how does the camera crew get there? Our crazy Austin is all on about being almost out of food, and being really lost - what are the camera crew doing? Are they just laughing at him inbetween mouthfuls of Kit Kat and Monster Munch?

Austin Steven's Adventures is on UK TV on Friday nights at 8pm, Channel 5. Here's a link to the Austin Stevens fansite, with the oddly homoerotic Flash animation (Austin, wet and dripping, shirt half-off, man-handling a whopping snake - I ask you...).

Uffie will make you feel unclean : "Pop the Glock"

Cover of Uffie's upcoming single Pop The Glock Ed Banger Records (here's the Ed Banger website, there's sod all there right now) seem to be doing the business at the moment, with a couple of Justice tracks ("One Minute to Midnight" and "Waters of Nazareth") that have had me doing the traditional lame-horse dancing round the kitchen.

And now, here's Myspace sensation Uffie, who's impressed/made you run screaming in the opposite direction (delete as applicable) with her astonishingly inept but filthy spitting.

I love slightly rubbish rapping me - "Bad Young Brother" is still on my iPod somewhere, and our oddly named daft hiphop troupe the Cold Ghetto Suckers did a cover version of "Ice Ice Baby" with an Akai sampler and a Stylophone - Public Enemy meets Rolf Harris. You're lucky, there's no recordings available.

And Uffie reminds me of the sassy and squealing L'Trimm and JJ Fad, who came out with the bass-cone ripping "Supersonic" (produced by the Arabian Prince) at the arse-end of the Eighties.

Feadz and Mr.Oizo are on the production case here - but I recommend you head for the SebastiAn remix of "Pop the Glock", which sounds like a cute and sweet sounding vocoder rap. Until you realise how filthy she's being. Some have said this is all just a bit wrong, and "Ready to Uff" is near-guaranteed to make you feel pervy, like listening on to one-half of an 0898 'phone call.

She claims to be from Miami/Paris, but there's a British sound in her voice, particularly in some of the vowels, which suggests she's aping UK grime vocals to some extent. It'd be interesting to see how some of the UK styles could travel and affect the pop charts across the world - particularly the ponderous and evil dubstep sound. Or maybe I just prefer it if Lady Sovereign hadn't fallen off quite so badly...

Hear "Pop the Glock" and "Ready to Uff" over at Uffie's Myspace site. According to Discogs, the 12" is released on 27th Feb 2006 on Ed Banger Records in France.

The Katzenjammers - "Cars"

Numan seen here in this file photo, wondering whether he wants new or roast potatoes for dinnerClearly I've had my head in a bucket since last August, 'cos I've only just discovered this new 7" issue of a 1981 record by a bunch of steel drummers doing a version of the Gary Numan robohit.

Apparently it was in a bit of a state and needed a bit of polishing up in the mastering by Red Hook, but it still sounds very funky and nearly completely ridiculous - check those lovely rough-arsed drums, Shitty Is Pretty in full effect.

As usual it was Shadow that got there first - this appears on Diminishing Returns. As well as the lovely 7", you can get it on the latest Rough Trade Counter Culture comp along with a bunch of other stuff from the likes of Franz Ferdinand, Sleater-Kinney and The Fall-ah.

A Scanner Darkly – nearly done

Keanu and friend from the trailer of the very upcoming Philip K. Dick adaption A Scanner Darkly Rotoscoping? One drug maniac? One kleptomaniac? Richard "I-don't-make-particularly-good-films" Linklater? The Shakespearian acting legend that is Keanu Reeves?

"A Scanner Darkly" has it all. Or at least it will do when it finally gets released in the US in the Summer. Possibly.

You might want to see the trailer (warning : huge .mov file, will need Quicktime). That rotoscoping/live cel shading thing looks a bit Bob Godfrey to me, with the outlines wriggling all over the place. Apart from on Keanu Reeves' expression-less, botoxed-from-birth face, that is.

Who knows if it'll be any good - the personnel aren't too auspicious, and we could see how Dick's stories are tricky to adapt for big audiences because of their downbeat endings.

At this point there was going to be a big picture of Godfrey's Roobarb and Custard, but I can't find any decent pictures. Draw a big cartoon dog in black felt tip, and shake it around in front of your face - there you go. That's your afternoon gone.

The road to Manderlay

At long last, Lars von Trier's Manderlay is out in the UK. But if you are planning to go and see it, act quickly because I doubt it will be around for long. That is if you are able to find somewhere showing it. Although the film is on release from yesterday, unless you happen to live in London, screenings are few and far between.

For all you Midlands dwellers, the only place showing the film around here is the Cineworld on Broad Street in Birmingham and that is not until March 24th.

manderlay features a really impressive table I would certainly recommend taking the time to track it down though as the indications are that it will be well worth the effort. The middle part of a potential trilogy (following Dogville) the film delves further into the dark heart of human nature and satirises more of what von Trier sees as American foibles. This time the continuing character, Grace, attempts a bit of regime change in a town where slavery is still enforced. With, I imagine, unforseen and not all together successful results.

The film is shot in the same style as Dogville (ie on a blank soundstage with few props and little scenery), which previously added an unreal quality to the bleak drama as it unfolded. John Hurt also returns to provide the god-like narration.

You can find more details on the Manderlay web site, which also houses the trailer.

Thank you myspace, thank you so much...

...for this, the most worthless error type message of all time. Hang on I'll just pop over to LA so I can watch that Morrissey video.

Wankers.

terrible myspace error message

Adam and Lee's TV review podcast, episode 2

Here's the second installment of Adam and Lee's TV podcast, full of swearing and pain.

This week they have a pop at the televisual trepanning that is Hotel Babylon and the annual joy that is Making Your Mind Up, the pre-Eurovision Wogan-fest that features various desperately grinning soon-to-be-ex-popstars dredged from yesterdays Top 40.

Also they dig through the wonder of the Armstrongs (swearaholic Coventry couple own double-glazing firm and somehow manage not to go out of business despite drowning in ineptitude) and the relative series lengths of Ally MacBeal and Boston Legal. Is it 17 episodes? Is it 22? Gawd knows!

Needless to say there's lots of swearing and full-blown Coventry accents, so watch out for that.

DFA remix heaven, part 1 - "Slide In" by Goldfrapp

Logo of the DFA- the remix team of James Murphy and Tim Goldsworthy One thing, possibly the only thing, actually, that Jim (Morrissey fan and grim indie-loving chap) and I (electrodisco-loving hands-in-the-air dance person) agree on in the vast and frequently stinky field of music is that LCD Soundsystem Are The Shit. Also James Murphy is the sort of frontman (35, slight paunch) that we feel we could be. End every line with a Mark E. Smith "...aH!" and mess your hair up a bit, there you go.

The LCD production wing, the DFA, seem to remix something every ten seconds, and somehow they all seem to be quality, if fairly similar. It goes like this : Take a track. Strip out most of the original music, leaving the vocals. Add impossibly funky but straightforward tight disco drums. Mix in some handclaps, agogos, bongos, and anything else you can find lying around in that school percussion box. Extend the track so it lasts about three weeks - the listener will have to make sure that they are ready to spend that time furiously dancing, until the finale when they are just leaping up and down screaming "COME ON!" as the whole thing judders to a squalling, climatic and hip-shaking finale.

Goldfrapp's "Slide In" is exactly like that, only imagine it taking place onboard a train to a particularly disco part of the Weimar Republic. Vocals are dispensed with after about five minutes, reflex arse-shaking will have kicked in after seven minutes, your mind will have shutdown after nine, and you may need hospitalisation when it finally ends, at 12 minutes 51 seconds.

Adam, the man who doesn't like anything says, "it's just too long", but it really isn't. It's really the ebb-and-flow that Murphy and Goldsworthy have absolutely nailed. The track doesn't consistently build, it quietens down, has a bit of a think, gets in a bit of a mood, sorts itself out and then brings the noise for the ending. I imagine they've set themselves a target, to try and out-epic the Patrick Cowley mix of "I feel love", and I think they've done it.

It appears on the b-side of their recent single "Ride a White Horse", although I can't guarantee it's the full version, which I know appeared on a promo 12". Have a listen to a chunk of it over at Juno.co.uk.

Trust me, don't go and watch The Matador

'allo danny etc etcReally I'm not joking. Tom and I went last week and were distinctly underwhelmed. For a black-comedy/thriller it was un-funny, distinctly lacking in thrills and almost morbidly sentimental at times.

Brosnan was clearly having a great laugh playing an unpleasant character and seeing him waking up in a pile of shit was quite amusing (and strangely apt). However, the rest of the movie was as aimless as his accent, leading to a denouement that a blind rat locked in a box could have seen coming about a hundred miles off. Greg Kinnear playing some kind of latently psychopathic Ned Flanders character did not help at all. The whole debacle was thrown sharply into relief when I went to watch the excellent Good Night and Good Luck the next day.

As I am told that positive people end up living longer lets try and end this on a high by saying that the titles announcing the locale of various scenes are really very good indeed, full marks there. Plus the bit where Kinnear is giving his wife one on top of the washing machine is one of the more honest sex scenes in modern cinema, particularly his quality "vinegar strokes" facial contortions.

The Joy Of Getting Your Computer Fixed

The wisdom of the TobemeisterIt was a very dark moment for me when my imac broke a few weeks back, and not just because it was the only light source at the time in my sad-looking room. First came denial - there were ultimately fruitless trawls through the techy backwaters of the online mac community looking for a miracle cure.

Next there was anger as the realisation that my hard drive had committed digital hari-kiri dawned, leaving me with a very expensive box that lit up and flashed a beautifully designed question mark at me but did fuck all else.

Finally came acceptance that I had completely lost everything and might as well take the computer in to the mac shop in the Bull Ring to get sorted. Their experts got onto it straight away, as you can see from the image the "Tobemeister" ascertained that the HD was indeed "Fuct" and they put a new one in, while managing to conform to every popular stereotype about IT support types. No complaints from me mind.

There is a reasonable happy end to the story as (despite Apple's evil DRM related attempts to prevent it) there is a way to rescue the many gigs of music off your ipod and get it back onto your mac. It is called iPodRip and it is worth its virtual weight in virtual gold, you can get it here.

Adam and Lee's TV review podcast, episode 3

Third time lucky for Adam and Lee's TV podcast, and we have some reviews of The Armstrongs, CSI:New York, Charlie Brooker's Screen Wipe, The Wire, and Keen Eddie on DVD, which sounds pretty good actually.

Here's the link - Adam and Lee's TV podcast.

Saucer Crash EP by Black Ramps

Perspective lines and deserted mundanity, I love itBlack Ramps were kind enough to send me a copy of their Saucer Crash EP a few weeks back, due to the whole broken computer nightmare having a listen etc has had to wait. But I was able to admire the very nice bowling alley photo on the cover.

The Black Ramps are ploughing that melodic lo-fi furrow for all its worth; a bit scruffy but not really shambolic. Above all they seen to have been taking their Pavement tablets regularly, not necessarily a bad thing, it didn't do Blur any harm.

First track Saucer Crash is an audible Proust's Madeleine; A speedy rhythm section and crashing, clanging guitar over a yelped tale of alien-related girl enlargements, transporting me back to the staffs uni college road student union in the mid-nineties. Sonic Youth and Pavement are blaring out as I get pissed on cans of red stripe and conspicuously fail to arouse any interest in that bird with the tattoo and pink hair despite my dodgy donkey jacket. Oh well, Adidas t-shirt on and off to the Leek road disco nightmare for the next six months then.

Anyway, if Saucer Crash sounds reminiscent of Pavement, then Speak+Destroy sounds exactly like Pavement - a synthesis of Type Slowly and Transport Is Arranged. To my mind this is the best of the three tracks, but then I am a bit miserable.

Finally comes Rampenstein, which didn't do much for me, not as much fun as Saucer Crash and not nearly as dramatic as Speak+Destroy.

So there you have it, one for a bit of 90's nostalgia or for those who like a slightly rough edge to their indie -rock. I'm off to listen to Brighten The Corners. You can get more info on the nifty Black Ramps website, which has a rather cool Starsky And Hutch toy car on it and has other tracks to download plus the Saucer Crash video.

Metal Slug and MAME : Don't get involved...

Metal Slug : that's me, with the flamethrower in the left hand corner

No really. Don't get involved. You've got a life to lead, you know - that washing up won't do itself, that website won't design itself, that Hoover won't run round the house for you.

So don't under any circumstances go to MacMame and download the latest version of the arcade game emulator, then get hold of a NeoGeo bios (oh that's very illegal - I can't tell you how to do that - but Mr. Google might be able to) and then locate a Metal Slug ROM and then...

Oh no. Because you haven't done it, you won't need to know to turn smoothing off in the Options menu to make it run at a playable speed on an iBook G4. You also won't need to know that you'll need one of the latest versions of the NeoGeo BIOS, and about six hours spare as you lose yourself in sideways-scrolling mayhem.

Is there some sort of helpline?

Our Trip To The 7 Inch Cinema

Oooh its a nasty rainy night as Steve ferries myself and James W down the A45 towards a date with the groovy sounding but as yet mysterious 7 Inch Cinema.

Arriving at the nicely appointed Rainbow pub (owned by one of PWEI apparently) in Digbeth we dash in, paying a 2 quid cover charge to be confronted by a tasty looking pub dominated by a large projector screen showing what looks like a slightly scary eastern european animation from the 70's. Actually it turned out to be from the late 50s and was created by the same man who went on to direct Emmanuelle 5. Life is not always an upward curve.

Pints acquired from the friendly bar staff and a position at the end of the bar settled upon we are treated to a few more bits and pieces, although due to the pressures of time not I'm Bobby, which sounded cool, a Bollywood re-make using paper cut-outs and local children for actors.

After some musical interludes and more films, including some crazy automata and a short film about shady experiments which starts well but ends with some disturbing things happening to eyes - I study the programme intently for the duration and engage the (very nice) barmaid in conversation about why the peanuts on display are "The Drinker's Choice".

The highlight of the evening for us is the appearance of musical duo Black Galaxy playing music over the top of a short film by Derek Jarman, The Art Of Mirrors (pictured), unsettling, but none-the-less ace. The sound and vision mix really well. Following this there is an extended trawl through The Fall Of The House Of Usher and another Jarman short.

The problem with Jarman is that Toyah turns up sometimes By this stage, time is marching on and unfortunately we all have work tomorrow, so it's off for a quick slash before I am dragged away from another conversation with the barmaid about Stoke-On-Trent, in order to drive home.

All in all a worthwhile trip, if a bit much for novices like us to absorb all in one go, if we go over again I imagine we will try to get there early doors so that we can get a seat and make sure that Badly Drawn Boy doesn't stick his tea-cosied head right in front of me.

More details about 7 inch cinema on their web site and if you are in the area give the Rainbow a go, very cool pub and the food looked cracking too.

10 Things that Scary Movie 4 is better than...

  1. The moment of horrible inevitability between banging one of your toes and the pain reaching your brain.
  2. Running out of petrol in the middle of a contra-flow on the M1 at rush hour - whilst also desperate for a piss.
  3. One moment realising that actually you don't really love them any more and the next noticing that the condom has split.
  4. Any ambiguity mid-stride as to whether that was a fart, or there was perhaps more to it.
  5. Guy Ritchie's Revolver
  6. The man on the plane next to you suddenly leaping to his feet and screaming "Jihad!".
  7. The shops are shut, the only food in your house is a pot noodle. After forcing it down you realise that it is 3 years past its sell-by date.
  8. The doctor informing you that "this might pinch a bit"
  9. Overhearing any friend of yours telling someone "You know he really likes you, yeah honest, he's always going on about it"
  10. The day that your club announce the signing of Robbie Savage.

I haven't laughed this much in ages

From an article on the BBC web site reflecting the reaction to the news that the FA want Scolari to be the new England coach. Clearly there is a rogue sports journalist at work in the corporation...

>Former England midfielder Peter Reid was disappointed that an English coach had been overlooked. > >"I have done my pro license like Sam Allardyce, Alan Curbishley and Steve McClaren," said Reid. > >"We paid £7,000 to do them and then when it comes to the top job none of the English lads get it, which I find really disappointing."

Oh fuck, I've accidentally shaved my beard off.

Usually I don't shave in the morning (if at all) due to concerns I have about the quality of my levels of concentration and basic motor functions after dragging myself out of bed. However as I got up late this morning and had an extra long, steamy hangover-reducing shower I thought I would have a go at it.

For the last 6 months or so I have sported what could laughingly be described as a goatee beard, in that there was a conscious decision to shave bits of my face and leave others, rather than the previous regime which involved shaving no more than once a week and more/less resembling a tramp depending on when you met me.

So this morning I whacked the shaving gel on and started to shave, while absent mindedly thinking about going to the cinema later. Suddenly I realised that I had gone a bit too far in from one side and lopped off the section of hair that connects the moustache to the chin bit. Thinking fast I tried to even things up on the other side, not a good idea - you end up looking like some kind of morris dancing nonce.

Panic started to set in as I then next considered going for some sort of Frank Zappa arrangement ('tache with little bit on chin) - but that made me look like some kind of crap musketeer. The bit on the chin had to go, so I was left with just a dodgy looking moustache. "Bollocks" I exclaimed loudly.

After what must have been about three seconds (where I actually considered going out in public looking like a driving instructor who reads too many of those novels about the SAS) I set to work removing the 'tache. Quite hard work actually, took a few goes with the Gillette to get it all off, like a stubborn patch of weeds.

Surveying the scene I was not impressed, there was some sort of pale, surprised-looking bloke staring back at me from the mirror. Amazing the difference a bit of half-arsed stubble can make.The effect of removing it is like taking a picture off a wall, the outline being left where it has blocked out the light.

Even though I get a lot of grief for being a scruffy unshaven bastard most of the time I imagine I am in for even more now until it grows back a bit. Might go to a joke shop and buy a false beard.

Lloyd, I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken by Camera Obscura

Heard this the other week on the nightmare that is Roundtable and loved it straight away. In fact I loved it as soon as I heard the title, before the music had even started I had a big grin all over my face. The song itself is a thing of beauty, on the one hand it is fey scottish indie music in the mould of Belle and Sebastian, meanwhile it is also a great pop song with a belting chorus featuring what I think was described by some muso on 6 Music as "dissonant chords".

Anyway, I got it today and have played far too often this evening already, which could mean that like a fifteen year-old with easy access to cider for the first time, I'll be sick of it soon. However fate has stepped in and helpfully broken my computer meaning that I can't put the song on my ipod and completely play it to death. Hooray (sort of).

This also means that I can't watch the video at Camera Obscura's web site either. They look about as happy about it as I do.

Once In A Lifetime

Imagine that one day Rupert Murdoch wakes up and decides to buy Leyton Orient, then he perusades Zinedine Zidane to go and play for them. Does't seem very likely does it? Well in the 1970s, business, media mogul and sports nut Steve Ross decided to buy into the North American Soccer League by investing in the New York franchise. At the time soccer (as they insist on calling it) had a public profile somewhere between bear baiting and dwarf tossing in the grand scheme of American sports.

The New York Cosmos (as in short for cosmopolitans) were a rag tag bunch including a giant striker with comedy hair and a keeper with a penchant for getting his cock out in ladies magazines, they played on a shitty pitch covered in broken glass in front of a crowd of about 200. Then they broke the bank to sign Pele.

This film explains how this kickstarted a total revolution, within a couple of years the team also included Beckenbuaer, Carlos Alberto and Georgio Chinaglia and were playing in Giants Stadium in front of 70,000.

Pele was the proud owner of the smallest flag in America

We are treated to the sights and sounds of some truly great footballers taking the complete piss out of a bunch of half arsed amateurs, Pele nutmegging a series of clueless defenders is especially good. Matt Dillon narrates, while a series of candid and conflicting interviews paints the picture of the irresistable rise and eventual fall of the Cosmos and indeed the whole structure of soccer in America.

Chief architect of this is the rather unpleasant Chinaglia, who looks like Tony Soprano, sounds welsh and has the ego to match his phenominal goal scoring record. Brutally unapologetic, he is the sort of person that you would never want to meet, but he is terrific value as an interviewee.

Aside from the cracking soundtrack, priceless archive material and superb editing, the cost of admission is almost entirely justified for the moment where Pele completely clatters the preening cock that is Rodney Marsh, could have done with a few slo-mo replays there.

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Boredom : The Da Vinci Code

Hello.What's going on here then?

Having heard Mark Kermode slay the film (and Tom Hanks' hair) a week or two ago, my parents telling me that weren't going to watch it because of the terrible reviews, and also not being able to get past the first thirty pages of the book because the prose style annoyed me so much, I was fully expecting a big steaming, 149 minute long turd of a film.

So, incredibly, it was actually better than I thought. But... there are so many things wrong with it.

It's not giving anything away to say that a murder happens in the first reel, inside the Louvre. The film cuts between the murder and Robert Langdon (Tom Hanks) giving a lecture on signs to a packed theatre, which suggests that the two events are happening at the same time.

Captain Fache (played by a reasonably bored looking Jean Reno) and the rest of the Paris police then assume that Langdon dunnit by some scribblings left by the dead man, despite the fact that 500 people could verify his whereabouts at the time of the murder. We find out later on that Fache is not exactly 100% honest copper material, but even so, this wound me up.

Also, the script... the script...

> Langdon / Hanks : ...all the letters are mixed up > > Neveu / Tautou : (looks thoughtful) Ah. An anagram

... right, thanks for that explanation.

Audrey Tautou looks fabulous throughout, but I'd better shut up about her if I want to reach my second wedding anniversary. Both her and Hanks are incredibly wooden throughout, possibly due to the script - although Ian McKellen manages to make a decent fist of his conspiracy theory-obsessed scholar.

Look, according to this map, MacDonalds is this way... Tautou and Hanks looking mystified

Super-scary Paul Bettany mopes about a lot in his monk's robes, slapping himself about a bit with a cat o'nine tails and talking in something ancient on a mobile phone. When he disposes of a nun, he pulls the same menacing "oh you've really upset me" face as in Gangster No.1, which made me grin as I remembered. I amused myself for the next couple of scenes by having a go myself (widen eyes, turn head to one side, and breathe in deeply - there, you got it).

The ropey scripting and the wooden acting could be halfway forgivable if there was some tension built up, but my knuckles remained their usual yellowy-pink throughout, even during the Smart car backwards chase scene.

And when it ended there was an enormous sense of - oh, was that it? Is that all that everyone is so excited about?

More Quantel paintbox... French Open TV coverage

And yea verily, he spake thusly : that backhand volley was a shocker - Massu suspended above the Philippe Chatrier court This is the first year that the BBC have put the French Open fully onto their red-button interactive service, and I've been loving what little I've seen of it.

One of the noticable differences is the occasionally dizzying French camera work, zooming and panning away skywards before a crossfade into the next shot. They're also oddly keen on this (possibly vintage 80s Quantel Paintbox?) effect, where they superimpose a black and white shot of a tennis player above the court - seen above from the Massu/Federer match. It gets slightly more disturbing when, from a high aerial shot looking down on the court, they superimpose the returner's face on the court in front of the server.

However the commentary has made me want to stab myself in the ears - with Sam Smith and John Lloyd engaging in excrutiating mid-Atlantic conversation ("Thirdee-love to Federer"), and repeatedly referring to Federer as "the best player in the world" like a broken record. Well, maybe he is, but not on clay. Wait 'til he comes up against the improbably muscular Nadal.

John Lloyd is the fool the BBC get in when Becker is at home with scaffolding round his hair being serviced by young ladies. Looking forward to Michael Stich on Radio 5, and the usual Becker bizarre-ness throughout Wimbledon.

The Return Of Neds Atomic Dustbin

ooh it's the cover of hibernationYes, the band that launched a thousand t-shirts (including the severely faded one that I wore to play tennis the other night) are back with new single Hibernation. Judging by the amount of e-mails I am getting from them, there is something of a push to try and get this into the charts. You can try a preview over at their MySpace page or go crazy like me and splash out the four quid they are asking for the (limited edition) single at the Neds Atomic Dustbin web site. Remember, these are the people who gave the world Kill Your Television.

paper-jam world cup gambling challenge

Sigh, going to work when the weather is this good and the world cup is about to kick off is a total nightmare. While I was in the office last week (drawing yet more diagrams involving little squares with little arrows between them on a whiteboard) my mind started to wander. Surely there must be a job where you can get out and enjoy the summer as well as watching as much of the footy as possible.

Then the answer hit me: professional gambler, I could give that a go, how hard can it be?

Anyway, in preparation for this radical career change I have set myself a challenge. Over the course of the world cup I have allocated myself fifty quid to bet on whatever seems likely to win me more money and at the end I'll know whether I have what it takes to stand in the bookies all day, smoking roll-ups and swearing at horses.

To kick things off, I've put two bets on.

1. A pound on Italian striker Luca Toni to be the golden boot at 18/1. He's scored 30 odd goals in the yawn-inducing defenders paradise that is Serie A so I reckon he should be able to bag a few against the likes of Ghana and the USA.

2. Two pounds on David Beckham to open the scoring against Paraguay. The odds were 12/1 and have since gone down once everyone saw the ball they are using bend all over the shop from long range German strikes. The logic here is that Paraguay are probably going to kick Crouch and Owen all over the park and Becks takes all the free kicks.

There will be an update soon, maybe even a chart of some decription.

paper-jam world cup gambling challenge: day 5

Well those bastards on the FIFA technical committee certainly kicked me in the bollocks when they announced that, because Beckham's majestic freekick glanced off some Paraguayan's eybrows, it was an own-goal. Then there was the crossbar-bothering Luca Toni who falls over an awful lot for someone who is 6 foot 5 inches tall and built like a wardrobe. Still Italy are playing the good ol' USA next and they looked absolutely appalling didn't they? So some hope for Toni to progress towards the golden boot if he can stop thinking about doing his hair for a few minutes.

Oh well, hoping to recoup at least a few quid I did an accumulator (betting on a number of results to all come in) on a bunch of absolute certainties; Mexico, Portugal, Italy, France and Brazil to all win their opening games against fairly mediocre looking opposition.

- Mexico were what pundits diplomatically call "Direct" in dispatching Iran.

- Figo was excellent for Portugal as they beat Angola.

- Italy did well to put two past the powerful (i.e. dirty) Ghana, including some fantastic rolling around on the floor in fake agony.

- Brazil somehow beat Croatia, despite fielding the laziest frontmen ever seen in Adriano and Ronaldo, the latter making me feel particularly thin and quick.

Of course France messed the whole thing up by playing out the most horrific no-score bore-draw it has ever been my misfortune to catch the second half of. Apparently the first half was worse. Shudder. Even Mick McCarthy was taking the piss by saying that the French needed a "Revolution", Please Mick, no more of that.

In addition to these losses I punted two quid away on toothsome trickster Ronaldinho to score first against Croatia, but of course he didn't. Consequently I am six quid down so far and my dream of professional gambling riches is looking a touch shaky to say the least.

On the plus side the world cup has been fairly entertaining so far, especially some of the BBC punditry. Bringing in the Brazilian elbow merchant Leonardo is a particular masterstroke, he sits there looking like a very confused hairdresser, trying to understand the likes of Strachan, Shearer and Hansen. Occasionally he interjects the odd comment like "Mmmmmmm, Ronaldinho. Nice action. Very well mmmmm". Martin O'Neill arguing with Marcel Desailly the other night was ace too.

No FIFA, that was definitely Beckham's Goal

False nostalgia

The unloved Austin Allegro - symbol of the 1970s British car industry...

Sandi Thom's musical death sentence "I wish I was a punk rocker (with flowers in my hair)" dredges up some sort of memories over at this BBC News Magazine article, where some LSE students are interviewed and asked for their opinions on decades they didn't actually live through. The public comments are mostly as wistful, pining for those half-remembered times, viewed through the fog of thirty years and the memory pollution of TV's "I love the 1970s".

I didn't live through the 1960s either, and was only four by the end of the 70s, but I can understand how much better it was back then. What with the always imminent threat of nuclear attack. And when our car industry was merely under constant threat of closure rather than in its death throes. And those race riots, and sus laws. And three TV channels. And the three-day week. Ah, classic.

Even the terrorists generally had the courtesy to give you a ring before blowing your house/pub up.

Brick

In all the excitement of my non-stop, hedonistic, smoking crack with supermodels while skydiving lifestyle, I forgot to review this a few weeks back. Brick is a "Just how much more black could it be?" film noir mystery played out by a bunch of American high school students and starring the kid out of Third Rock From The Sun. Sounds absolutely terrible doesn't it?

Brendan is about to get his face punched in again

Well, actually it is great; really mean spirited, slow burning and rather dream-like. The film revolves around a young man's search for his ex-girlfriend after he receives a suitably cryptic distress message. The cryptic stuff doesn't end there, with the whole cast talking in some kind of 50's throwback slang, which should jar horribly, but doesn't. The plot describes a web of drugs, crime, jealousy and revenge and reminded me of many things (A Fistfull Of Dollars, Twin Peaks, Blue Velvet) without specifically resembling any of them.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt as Brendan is excellent, delivering hard-boiled, couldn't give a fuck, sarcasm (in a way that I have attempted to perfect for years), while getting his head badly kicked in every five minutes (which I managed to perfect at an early age). He seems to have made the transition from child star to actor fairly successfully and if it doesn't work out he could certainly have crack at a career as a runner.

Brick now seems to be playing at a few more places, I definitely recommend you try to catch it at the cinema, just don't ask too many questions like: Where are all the other parents? What is the obsession with footwear? and How on earth did they get that chandelier in the back of the van?

paper-jam world cup gambling challenge: day 11 or something like that

Hmmmm. My dream of leaving the daily grind for an exotic life of professional gambling is fading faster than the chances of Wembley stadium being finished sometime before the London Olympics Since we last spoke, money has been thrown away on:

- The open goal spurning Podolski getting one for Germany against Poland (oh how I swore at the TV that night)

- Advertising starlet Joe Cole scoring against T&T

- Freak legged brazilian full-back Carlos scoring first against the might of Australia (did you see the state of that free kick, shocking)

All dead losses unfortunately. So now it is up to England to recoup some cash for me. I'm going for moody, moody Michael Owen (5/1) to bang in the first goal against the Swedes, plus I reckon that we will triumph 2-1 against our managers country of origin (at 8/1) despite the fact that we haven't beaten them since 1968 and Sven is putting out a suspiciously weakened side.

My ongoing bet on hulking Italian striker Luca Toni to be the golden boot is looking completely laughable, he looks like he couldn't hit water if he fell out of a boat.

TV listings royalties idiocy

Now, you'd think that TV companies would be keen to let you know what is on their channel at a given time. Here are our programmes! You should watch them, they're really great!

But Broadcasting Data Services, bless their misguided cotton socks, have decided to quote the Broadcasting Act 1990 and threatened Andrew Flegg's ace bleb.org with Bad Legal Stuff, saying that he should be paying royalties for republishing BBC and ITV listings.

Flegg pointed out that the BBC publish XML listings through their Backstage initiative for free reuse, so they've backed down on the BBC listings, and now Flegg cannot publish the ITV listings.

All seems a bit daft really. I don't know about you, but I could barely give a fuck about ITV programmes - they need all the help they can get. Having said that, it sets a precedent - and I'd encourage you all (yep, both of you) to sign the petition over at Petitiononline.

paper-jam world cup gambling challenge: into the second round...

Well the Mexico v Argentina match was great wasn't it? Although while watching it we all noted that either side would probably absolutely hammer England.

Speaking of Sven and his men, I have yet to receive the e-mail asking not to bet on them any more (after the injuries to Owen and that last minute travesty of an equaliser to make it 2-2) but it can can only be a matter of time. My demonic/extremely unlucky influence has already been called into question in certain quarters.

So for what hopefully won't be their last game, I have trudged back to Ladbrokes and (hopeless romantic that I am) have put a quid on England to win 2-0. Additionally, after watching Frank Lampard have more shots than any other player in the entire competition, there is two pounds on him to score first. Come on Frank, daddy needs a new pair of shoes, no really, I do.

Not going well is it?

Flaming Lips on Later...

BIG HANDS?If you haven't seen this yet get yourself straight over to the BBC 2 web site sharpish, it will be there for a week or so. The marvellous Lips tear through The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song, followed by a bit of fairly boring stuff (including The Strokes).

After this they do The W.A.N.D. with Wayne Coyne wearing a huge pair of rubber hands, kind of like a mystic Kenny Everrett back from the beyond. Touchingly they ditch the bad language, a bit ironic as they are followed by the ultra sweary acoustic troubador Plan B.

They finish off, as they did at the Birmingham Academy, with War Pigs. Wayne goes barking and throws confetti everywhere while trying to get the scared looking audience going.

Good tips on making splatter paintings too, for those of us who have done such things so poorly in the past.

Sartorial elegance at Wimbledon

Roger Federer, you bastard

I heard about this the other day : "Federer is wearing a white jacket on to the court, with his own logo on the front" - sounds rubbish, right?

Oddly, I think it really works. Although it does look like he's trying to compete with the Ralph Lauren designed Wimbledon uniform, which is rather natty too.

Wimbledon uniform, as designed by Ralph Lauren

Not bad.

On the ladies front, we have Bethanie Mattek, who got slaughtered today by Venus Williams, and her rather fabulous knee-high socks. Officer, put the cuffs on now - I'm having bad thoughts.

Oh dear. Ms Bethanie Mattek, tennis player and knee-high sock wearer

Brian Jonestown Massacre @ Birmingham Academy 2, earlier tonight...

It's 2 cans of lager on a sweaty train for me and Nick followed by a mix up with ginger chicken noodles and a very tactile waitress. Then a couple of subterranean drinks in the deserted Yard Of Ale before we head to the Academy. Nightmare at the bar; I get two pints and a pair of double whiskies, £17, I feel faint. Balancing the empty glasses on a precarious ledge somewhere we head back in when the band start up.

Laid back guitar pop with plenty of spliff smoke hanging in the air. Chilled. After a bit, (Dr ?) Anton Newcombe's blood alcohol level reaches the point for him to start giving a bit of love to the crowd. It's something of a ramble about the germans bombing the chippy and how we all need a blow-job - but it is quite funny. The BJM start getting into it and the music gets really good, if a touch riff-tastic, it could just be that I am pissed by now. Some of the songs descend into extended workout action, which is quite good. We try to get a bit of crowd action going, nothing happens - they are all completely stoned, but the band are jumping around regardless.

We meet the lovely Jo who works at the council in Worcester, she acts like she isn't a lawyer but I suspect she might be. Her pissed friend got her a ticket for her birthday. Dr Anton dedicates a song to her and says he would like to shag all the housewives in the country on her behalf. No-one understands, they play a song theat sounds a bit REM, Nick and I are unimpressed. Jo goes to the bar for us, what a star.

The music gets more shamelessly retro but is still totally entertaining, Anton gets his kit off to reveal the sort of strange child-like torso that can only be acheived by maintaining a really strict heroin habit. The ranting between songs is going on a bit now, the bombed-the-chippy stuff is getting a bit tired. Is he going to kick off? Thankfully no.

It all finishes up in an appropriate hail of riffs and drum rolls, Jo's mate reckons they are getting a lift home with the band, Jo really doesn't look so sure. We wish her good luck and get to Moor Street in plenty of time for the last train. We both enjoyed it immensely without really being able to say why. If you want to see the BJM I would definitely recommend somewhere smaller like the Academy 2 where it can be intense and closed in, also get a few drinks down your neck beforehand, it will help immeasurably.

Finally a word for the crowd tonight: You were shit (mostly).

Jarvis Cocker: Ruling The World

Seemingly having come out of his Parisian retirement and dumped the whole Spooner business, Jarvis has now popped up on MySpace touting this protest song. You can check it out at http://www.myspace.com/jarvspace, your enjoyment of the track is likely to depend on several factors:

- The alignment of your politics with those of the nihilistic Jarv. Quite likely to be honest.

- How you feel about the music itself, Steve described it as MOR which isn't far off the mark.

- Whether the big chorus "Cunts are still ruling the world" offends you or not.

There was an interview in the NME recently where I think he said he had more stuff to put out, hopefully the music will be a touch more lively but the sentiment will remain the same.

Superman Returns: The 2 minute review

Superman, returning As is the way with big commercial cinema releases of recent years, Superman Returns is a very, very, very long film. In order to recoup some of the time that you are going to spend watching it I have tried to keep this as succinct as possible.

Is it any good? Not bad, entertaining at the start, drags on a bit.

Best bit? Shuttle/plane accident

Worst bit? Superman goes to ER

Spacey? Properly evil, but clearly here for the paycheque.

Routh? Functional in the main, good in the Clark Kent bits.

Bosworth? Can't really remember.

Little kid? Androgynous.

Plot? Basically the first Superman film replayed

Less-than-subtle Christian imagery? Oh yes, almost up to Matrix levels, sacrifice, scourging, crucifixion and resurrection (twice!).

Awful patriotic flag-waving bollocks? Thankfully not.

Possible sequel titles?

The Passion of the Superman

Superdad and Superboy go Shopping for Capes

Superman vs. the Child Support Agency

Superman and the Visiting Rights on Every Other Sunday

Superman Gets Over It & Goes Speed Dating

The Smiths on kids TV in 1984

Thanks to the magic of YouTube you can relive this freaky piece of televisual history. The Smiths are on an open top bus going to Kew Gardens with a bunch of kids. To a soundtrack of Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now they have a look round, then Sandie Shaw turns up for a performance of Jeane. The kids look perplexed.

Morrissey scaring the kids

The best bits are probably Johnny Marr seemingly making the universal signal for "Wanker" at what seems to be a ten year old boy, plus Morrissey scaring the kids by acting in a particularly Morrissey-esque way. One little girl asks where they are going. "We're all going mad", he replies. You can watch this little gem here

iLIKETRAiNS - The Beeching Report

Disturbing still from iLiKETRAiNS video for The Beeching Report

Normally I leave that stony, funereal indie business to Tindersticks fan Jim, but for some unearthly reason, this (via the ever reliable headphonesex) has tickled my fancy.

iLiKETRAiNS should be taken out and shot for the daft capitalisation of their name, but only after they've finished singing this song, which is a cheery little number about how Dr Beeching really shouldn't have recommended that all those little train stations be shut in the 1960s. Seems rather late to be getting all uppity about it now, but the incredible seriousness with which it's delivered, including the choir which chimes in halfway through, at a pace which makes the most stoned dub sound like Rotterdam Termination Source, is pretty convincing.

You can watch their mildly disturbing stop-motion video for the track too... watch out Thomas the Tank Engine... If you're into that kind of thing, then the discussion here provides some interesting historical context for the song.

Vanessa says: 'What the ...?'

Story about some bad parents

Renaissance

Just watched the trailer for this cool looking monochrome animation, mixing french noir with epic Japanese anime. Could be a load of old sci-fi bollocks, but looks good albeit in a hopelessly derivative Blade Runner, 1984, Matrix, Akira, Ghost in the Shell. Sin City kind of way.

Apparently it is out now and contains "Strong language and moderate sex". Sounds like a day in the office, well the language part at least. You can see the stylish trailer here

Image from the Renaissance

bravecaptain produces MissOddKid

MissOddKid From the bravecaptain mainling list comes news of the latest female MC to be talked up as being the ladies' answer to The Streets. This is MissOddKid and she has done a track called Weed, Wine and Wankers about how she loves, well, you get the idea. Presumably bc did the music and twiddled a few knobs etc.

The title is quite funnny and at least she isn't bloody Lily Allen so you might well want to pop over to the Spoilt Victorian Child web site and cop the free download. In keeping with everyone else she's got a myspace page too with some more tracks on there. Am I alone in thinking that if you change the "..ers" to "..ing", you've got a description of a perfect night in? Oh I am? Oh, erm, never mind...

I got round to reading The Great Gatsby

I finished reading this sitting under a tree in the park this morning. Despite the pleasant setting, the book exacerbated my slightly dodgy mood to the point where I had to go and mercilessly hammer someone at tennis without any of my usual inconsistency or comedy moaning.

Not that I think The Great Gatsby is a bad book by any means, I can easily see why it is considered a classic, but it certainly leaves you with a sour taste in the mouth by the end.

This is a book I have meant to get round to reading for years, but I've always put it off, imagining it to a drab period romance or dull, over-literary and hard work. Fortunately a few people have nagged me to read it lately and so my preconceptions have been proved completely wrong.

TGG is a harsh look at human nature, via a bunch of really unsympathetic characters, they all seem fairly detached and selfish. Based around a decadent scene in the 1920's where the eponymous Gatsby is known for the lavish parties he throws in his mansion, it is a great exploration of how money can't really buy you what you want, the way that to some people love is a commodity and how, in the end when tragedy strikes, people will completely let you down.

I strongly recommend that you don't do what I did and have a crack at reading The Great Gatsby in the near future. I got it for a couple of quid from Fopp, although if you are feeling exceptionally tight there is a free version available on line.

Broadcast, Bush Hall, London

Broadcast, somewhere through the haze

Friday night in an unbelievably sweaty and euphemistic sounding Bush Hall, and we're here to see Birmingham space-drone-pop types Broadcast, along with a thousand other blokes with man-bags. Look, it's useful - alright?

But first we've got to watch new Warp signings Gravenhurst, while the sweat runs down our backs.And they're not much cop, to be honest. There's a quiet bit, there's a loud bit - there's another quiet bit - and so on. The one track that we like was an instrumental that sounded like a theme to a TV programme.

Another song (cover of a Kinks track?) sounds completely different, and has lead singer Nick Talbot doing what sounded like a Morrissey impression, which is actually much better than his usual voice. All in all, rather thrashier than we were lead to believe.

Broadcast look hot and bothered. They start off with three new songs, which were dronier and more folky than ever before, including one with Trish using a small stringed instrument, played like a guitar. Check out the photos linked from the Broadcast forum post. Mostly it sounds as if they're not quite on it, tonight: seems like they've cut back on the live setup, and some of the instrumental cues are missing - although "I found the F", played as the set closer, is an absolute belter.

The opening fairground noises for "Hammer without a master" ring out in the encore - it's my favourite, so I'm all excited - and what follows is a bit of a mess, missing the ebb and flow of previous versions. In the end, I'm slightly disappointed, but they're back in Autumn for some more dates.

Lovefilm are trying to make me miserable.

While I am a big fan of the whole DVD's in the post thing I am starting to worry that Lovefilm are attempting to make me suicidal by only sending the really miserable films on my rental queue. I've got a list of 80-something films, all different sorts of stuff, but for some reason they are trying to keep me on a compete downer. Check out the films they have sent me in the last couple of weeks, to be honest if I wasn't such a naturally happy-go-lucky person (stop laughing at the back) I'd have probably thrown myself off a bridge by now...

The Assasination of Richard Nixon Very good but almost entirely depressing and miserable all the way through, ending is horrible.

21 Grams Dead kids, terminal illness and morbid guilt - admittedly Naomi Watts getting her kit off does enliven proceedings a bit, I am aware of how shallow that sounds.

American Buffalo David Mamet play, adapted for the screen. Gruff, sweary and fairly tragic in the end.

Bus 174 Brazilian documentary about a homeless man hijacking a bus, total nightmare and extremely sobering stuff about the plight of the street people in Rio.

Serpico The old Al Pacino biopic which basically says: The entire Police force in New York is corrupt, don't rock the boat or you might end up shot in the face.

The Conversation Seventies paranoid thriller, the ending is so bleak it hurts.

Dancer In The Dark Compelling and involving but really quite upsetting indeed. The musical interludes just make it worse. Fairly devastating by the end. In short: Hard work.

The Virgin Suicides Stop it, it just isn't funny anymore.

Sriracha chili sauce - treat with respect

OuchI don't really make enough use of the excellent Globe supermarket at the bottom of town, To be honest I just go in there to grab some decent noodles and various bits and pieces that look like I can bung them in some form of stir-fry experiment. Currently I've got a packet of prepared cuttlefish that I don't really know what to do with.

The other week I picked up a bottle of Sriracha sauce, which is essentially hellfire in a bottle, the smallest amount thrown in to any meal makes life a lot more interesting. I thought I was getting used to it and decided to use it as a ketchup substitute while polishing off some cold pizza. That idea came back and bit me on the bum, and not just in a figurative sense.

Therefore I recommend this product wholeheartedly, just make sure that if you are using it liberally that you keep the bog roll in the fridge.

The Onion Radio News

From probably still the funniest site on the internet, The Onion, comes these daily short, sharp bursts of twisted humour. Admittedly the "Brought to you by..." adverts at the end are a total drag but you can't really complain when little newsflashes such as "Mel Gibson Launches Rockets Into Israel" and "Prison Tattoo Artist Says It's A Swastika Or Nothing" can be yours for free.

You can get them straight from The Onion web site or alternatively you can subscribe to it for nada from iTunes.

Additionally I suggest scouring the internet for the clip that they did some years ago entitled "The President's Historic Announcement".

The Departed

The departed logo thingThe flash looking new crime thriller from Martin Scorsese is in fact a re-make of the superb Hong Kong flick, Infernal Affairs. Having had a squiz at the trailer it looks like large bits of it are going to be exactly the same albeit with loads of famous actors, more gunplay and lashings of Rolling Stones music.

The "Joker" in the pack is the casting of Jack Nicholson as the crimelord at the centre of the complicated plot, it looks like he might bring something new and humourous to proceedings. But still, I strongly recommend that you get hold of the original instead of going to watch yet another hollywood copy, especially if it contains the uncomfortably bland version of Comfortably Numb used in the trailer.

Upcoming decent films?

Well it is Sunday evening and I'm bored. I'm thinking of going to the flicks to watch Miami Vice, but that is more of a last resort than a positive choice. Happily, over the next few months it looks as though there will be a slew of decent films vying for my attention, for example:

A Scanner Darkly - Thought this was going to be out sooner, hits the screens next week and looks to be well worth getting to. Aside from Blade Runner this is purported to be a rare Philip K Dick adaption that actually resembles the source material.

The Wicker Man - Seems a terrible prospect, but it is being re-made by laugh-a-decade Neil LaBute so I doubt it will be a formulaic, happy ending sort of debacle. No sign of naked pagan dancing in the trailer though.

The Prestige - 19th Century magicians compete to have the most comical London accents, while Michael Caine offers gruff support. Christian Bale is in fact English so I have no idea why he sounds like Dick Van Dyke. Includes Scarlet Johansson, seems very mysterious. Hooray.

The Black Dahlia - De Palma directs probably the most well known Ellroy Novel. Hopefully it will be as good as LA Confidential, the slightly worrying casting of Hartnett is offset by Eckhart and Johansson (again).

The Fountain - I'm really, really hoping that this is going to be good. Three parallel stories set in the distant past, the present and the far future dealing with Hugh Jackman trying to save his Mrs (Rachel Weisz) by discovering the key to immortality. Clint Mansell of PWEI is doing the music for Aronofsky again.

Borat - Looks like it could be uncomfortably racist while also being uncomfortably funny. Directed by one of the guys behind Curb Your Enthusiasm, which is highly uncomfortable.

Casino Royale - Could be good, could be a load of pants. Looks like they have upped the nastiness of the violence to make it appear a bit more serious. Can't be worse than the other recent Bond films and Daniel Craig is usually excellent.

V Festival Playlist

While I get my arse in gear writing up the fun that was had in Weston park last weekend here is a list of some of some of the musical highlights to get on your ipod forthwith:

Loughborough Suicide by The Young Knives: Accountant band who won't go down fighting. Ace in every way.

Local Boy by The Rifles: Paul Weller was on the phone to his lawyer during this one.

Go Faster Stripes by The Milk Teeth: Big 50's guitar and slowed down chorus - spot on.

Come With A Friend by Director: Well, we'd all like to be hung like a superstar wouldn't we?

Ghostfaced Killer by The Dead 60's: Went well with sunshine and having a rest.

Panic by The Smiths: What a fantastic start this was, no I didn't send a bloody text.

Peaches by The Dub Pistols: Heard this while queueing to get in.

Emily Kane by Art Brut: Eddie's got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one. He says.

Sheila by Jamie T: Probably the lairiest crowd in the union tent for this one.

E-pro by Beck: Sounded absolutely huge, the puppets trembled.

Just by Radiohead: Probably the best thing they did all night, drowned out the dodgy girls in the cowboy hats.

The Key of C by Jim Noir: Absolutely everyone liked this.

Fashion Queen by The Dodgems: Only about a thousand times better than we were expecting.

The worst questions to ask when speed dating

Keep getting asked if I'll go speed-dating, mostly it would seem for the amusement of other people. The answer is a resolute "No".

Fearing a BA/Milkshake style conspiracy I have made a list of absolutely the worst questions that I could think of to ask the ladies, so that if I ever wake up from a drug induced slumber faced by a number of birds with name tags and scoring cards at the ready I could use this lot to get myself a lifetime ban:

"When you die, would you rather be buried or cremated?"

"Do you know how to empty a colostomy bag?"

"Who had the best uniform, the SS or the Luftwaffe?"

"Would you like to see my birthmark? It virtually covers both cheeks."

"Have you got any, like, really fit mates?"

"Can you lend me a quid for the bus?"

"Coprophilia: your thoughts?"

"Have you got any knives that need sharpening?"

"I've got two tickets to see Jim Davidson in Nuneaton next week, d'you fancy it?"

"Will you do me a favour and pull my finger?"

"Have you heard the good news? He is risen. Hallelujah!"

"Would you mind calling me "Daddy" for the next few minutes?"

How to tell when a relationship is over

This is great - a short, funny film involving one of the blokes out of The Mighty Boosh. Manages to pack more humour and general truth about life into ninety seconds than the likes of Superman Returns manage in their entire three hour running times. Best bit is "That's the index, this is the list", or possibly the dead pigeon.

You can watch it at the Depict web site.

Ouch

Children Of Men

Another one to add to the list of potentially worthwhile upcoming films. We all love a bit of dystopia around here and this seems to fit the bill nicely; An adaption of a P.D. James novel, set in a future where children are no longer born and the whole place is going to the dogs as mankind slowly dies out.

Rather than go the Blade Runner route in presenting the urban future, I've read that this has more in common with grim eighties post-nuclear drama Threads. The trailer seems to bear this out, check the picture of Clive Owen sitting on a shitty train, looking totally miserable. Also on offer is all manner of civil unrest, a Fahrenheit 451-esque political underground, Michael Caine as a hippy, what looks like some kind of epic redemptive quest and that big Sigur Ros tune underscoring the action. Looks Good.

Clive was gutted that the buffet trolley was out of Kit-Kats again

Mr T: Treat Your Mother Right

During our soujourn last weekend to the Eastlands art picnic, Steve and I checked out VJ Hooker's YouTube Odyssey, a compendium of short films downloaded from the ubiquitous web site that is probably the main cause of lost hours in British industry.

The best bit was almost certainly this little gem, wherein the fool-pitying Mr T, wears an almost indecent pair of shorts and grunts out a soppy tribute to mothers all over the world.

Stay in drugs, don't do school

The lyrics spell out the word MOTHER one tender line at a time. I was taking a swig of lager during the bit where he sings, "M is for the moan, and the miserable groan from the pain that she felt when I was born." Steve had to smack me on the back to stop me from choking.

The video has all sorts of cheesey 80's Reagan wet dream action going on, as horribly dressed kids are stage-school nice to their smiling mums.

You can see this masterpiece here on YouTube.

Plus you can get the lyrics from the MTBSOBSF web site in case you fancy singing along. Fool.

Mr Brian Keith "Keith" Dooley: An Apology

Keith and training partner BethIn recent years comments like "Keith ate all the pies (and the pasties too)", "Keith is a fine figure of two men" and "For fucks sake, hide your lunch, here comes Dooley", may have lead some to believe that we considered Keith Dooley to be a touch on the portly side.

We at paper-jam are now happy to set the record straight and confirm that Mr Dooley is in fact one of the finest athletes that Runcorn has ever been privileged to call a resident. A chiselled example of muscular masculinity, not only will he be setting a new course record at the widow-making Great North Run in the near future (in the the over-30's IT Support Bloke category), but he is also doing the whole thing carrying a small child on his shoulders. What a guy.

We therefore apologise unreservedly for any confusion caused and ask that you all sponsor Keith, who will be running to raise money for the Multiple Sclerosis Society, via his page on the justgiving.co.uk web site.

Thank you for your attention.

Bill Hicks Interview

Bill looking like I currently feelNot too well? Feeling a bit fed up? Yeah me too. At least if you are feeling rough there is the internet these days (assuming you can make it out of bed) to help, rather than the horror of daytime TV. Speaking of which, while having a look through ThrowAwayYourTV.com I came across this rather good interview with the late, great Hicks seemingly done not a long time before he snuffed it.

It is from a public access channel and features Hicks talking about the infamous David Letterman censorship row, plugging his concert the next day and making mention of the proposed Channel Four series Counts Of The Netherworld which unfortunately never happened. It is fair to say that he isn't looking too sharp and at times seems fairly dejected about the state of his career and profile in America. None the less, if you are a sad Hicks devotee like myself it is well worth sitting through. However if you are feeling a bit sick and fed up (especially if you have recently formed a chemical dependancy on Strepsils like me) then it really isn't going to leave you feeling any better.

The return of Luke Haines

After what seems like an awfully long time, comedy misanthrope Luke Haines is back with a single and album with the two-for-one title Off My Rocker At The Art School Bop. The track itself is a catchy affair involving eighties synth noises and a noisy guitar refrain. Sounds like he is saying "Can you feel the beat of my arse?" at one point.

As Steve will no doubt point out once he's heard it - it would be better with the scary/sexy Sarah Nixey singing instead. Memories of going to see Black Box Recorder and feeling all weird when they did "The School Song" come flooding back. Shudder/sigh.

You can check out the single on the inevitable MySpace page and there is more info at the getting-creepier-by-the-minute official Luke Haines web site. Check that fucking 'tache.

In support of the album there is a tour which stops off at the Coventry Collosseum on 2/11 and the Birmingham Academy bar on 8/11. My already hectic November just got a bit more musical.

Now that is a moustache

It's Torture Time!

You may well have already read/watched/shaken your head in disbelief about the new "Terror Trial" legislation in America that was recently passed by the senate. If not you can read about it on the BBC web site

This cheeky little bill does two key things, firstly it seems to extend the murky category of "enemy combatant" to include:

- Anyone supporting terrorists by supplying weapons, money or Tesco club card points.

- The friends, family, pets and paperboys of all existing Guantanamo inmates.

- People officially designated as foreign-sounding or shifty-looking.

- Anybody who is gay.

The second part then allows the president to be a bit selective about exactly how he interprets the Geneva Convention, especially those pesky bits about fair trials and not torturing anyone. Helpfully the bill does explicitly rule out the use of rape and biological experimentation as forms of coercion, but apart from that it is pretty much open season on all those "enemy combatants".

The stock market has responded rapidly with shares in Black and Decker reaching a five-year high. Apparently they can't make more pliers quick enough.

The liberal media in the USA has responded in the most sensible way, by making jokes about it, the pick being this excerpt from Bill Maher.

Drinking very posh beer: Some Do's & Don'ts

Some beer in my kitchenDrinking beer and etiquette are not things that have mixed all that frequently in my life up till now. In fact politeness during pub visits for me thus far has extended to:

- Only looking down the barmaid's top for a maximum of ten seconds after she has noticed that you are looking down her top. Up to tens seconds: respectful, more than ten seconds: twisted pervert.

- Trying to get most of the sick outside of the door.

- Not arm-wrestling Tom ever, no matter how much he pleads.

But when northern shoplifter "Jane" (possibly her real name) was kind enough to nick a bottle of uber posh Deus beer for me, I knew I would have to try and change my uncouth ways.

When offered advice on how to open a bottle of Deus beer

DO: Listen carefully, accept any help offered and have a glass handy to pour the beer straight into.

DON'T: Say something like "Yeah, right. I do know how to open a bottle", followed by "Oh, I can't get the cork out". At this point under no circumstances should you let the cork fly out, followed by half the beer, while you stand there like an absolute tit.

When choosing food to accompany your posh beer experience

DO: Go for something light that will compliment the delicate taste of the beer, or should I say, biere. How about some subtle anti-pasta with a light salad?

DON'T: Get a stodgy as fuck, meat-feast pizza containing more grease than a James Dean look-a-like competition.

When sampling the beer

DO: Slowly sip the drink, allowing your taste buds to explore the various hints of flavour created by the master brewers of Belgium.

DON'T: Say "I'm not really sure about this, I'm going to like, really glug some of it down to see if it makes it any better". Glug down a load of the beer. Belch. Conclude with "Hmmmm, well I reckon it'd get you pissed anyway". Then drink the lot to prove the point.

You can find out more about this unfeasibly expensive beer at the website for Bosteels brewery. Allow me to direct you to the "Sound Off" button at the bottom of the page. They also do one called "Kwak" which I am definitely going to have to get hold of.

Musical Misery

First it was The Young Knives rapidly selling out the poxy Academy 2 and forcing me into the hyper-inflated world of Ebay (my arse is still sore from paying for the last lot of tickets I got there). Now my nightmare is compounded by the release of the Art Brut tour schedule. Are they playing anywhere round here? Anywhere even vaguely nearby? Are they fuck.

The closest is either Manchester or Reading, the most likely is London, or possibly even Paris. I can only hope that this boycott of the Midlands is not due to the unfortunate confusion at the bar the first time we saw them in Birmingham. If so can only apologise.

And could I buy the Beck album in Woolworths today? No. No I fucking couldn't, not even after a ten minute wait in a queue listening to some Bon Jovi attrocity blaring out with Steve hanging around - a seething mass of indignation. Get to the counter with the box and after another ten minutes, the two rocket scientists on duty realised that Beck was probably filed under "B" and then that they had sold the one copy that they had.

No wonder they're going to the wall.

Look out, The Aliens are coming!

Well, we were all a bit gutted when it transpired that The Beta Band had knocked it on the head weren't we? Never mind, three of the minds that gave the world She's The One, Needles In My Eyes and the always magnificent Dry The Rain have re-appeared under the guise of The Aliens.

The Aliens demonstrating their advanced alien technology

They put out an EP earlier this year, Alienoid Starmonica, which I must admit that I totally missed. Now downloaded from the evil iTunes I can report that The Aliens have a bit of a Beta Band thing going on, plus there is defintely a trace element of Super Furry Animals DNA in there too. Their evil, evil MySpace page has some tracks on plus you can check out videos for Robot Man and The Happy Song. Both of which contain the sort of dance moves that only the foolhardy or drunk would attempt to reproduce when they appear at the Birmingham Barfly on Friday 3rd November.

Hot Fuzz Teaser Trailer

As you probably know, the people who brought us ace sitcom Spaced and the marvellous Shaun Of The Dead are now back with the alarmingly titled Hot Fuzz. Looks like it swaps SOTD's Romero homage for a strong streak of Woo-inspired gunplay and crazy action. Imagine it will still be fairly funny too though.

As well as meandering around the video blogs available at the Working Title web site, you can now check out the enigmatically titled "Teaser Trailer One" and "Teaser Trailer Two", which don't give much away but give a fairly clear indication of the tone involved; Brit-comedy/bullet festival.

Not sure exactly when it is out. but Empire have got the release date down as 12th February next year. We can only hope that Coldplay are not involved in any way at all. While you are in the mood, you might also want to check out the preview for Smokin' Aces, a film which might be terrible or could be inspired. Either way it's got a great trailer, with a bodycount that Stalin wouldn't sniff at.

Hot Fuzz does sound a little bit pervy doesn't it?

Patrick Hughes : Superduperspective

In tents - by Patrick Hughes

A big, dual-thumbs-up from paper-jam for the rather vertiginous Patrick Hughes exhibition at the Waterhall Gallery over in Birmingham.

The above photo isn't really going to help you appeciate it any, but the canvasses are 3-dimensional in such a way as to complement the image, and give it the effect of real depth. It can make you feel a bit queasy as you walk up to a painting of a room, only to have it swing around violently as you move your head.

Also we recommend watching everyone else in the gallery looking at the pictures, bobbing around and looking generally confused. Try and avoid going when there's a bunch of bloody schoolkids though, they kept walking up to the paintings and touching them, which broke the illusion somewhat.

Gossip - Standing in the way of control (Soulwax Nite Version)

Gossip, in a basement

It's not often that a track makes me want to vomit with joy, but the usual Belgians have put a disco-rocket up the arse of Gossip's new single Standing in the way of control, and made me very excited indeed. All over the kitchen floor.

Le Tigre make a pig's ear of their remix, draining the soul and passion from it, but Soulwax have absolutely nailed their version. I love the fact that it's not actually all that different from the original - it's as if they've taken it and slung it through their patented UltraStompyDiscoSex FX box and turned out an absolute throbbing monster. Beth Ditto sounds incredibly impassioned, even more than on the original.

Don't know if the 12" comes with a bottle of poppers, but then it doesn't really need to, it's a rush enough by itself. There's an MP3 floating around Hypemachine, but you'll need to own the twelve - it was out last week, and dammit they've sold out.

Avenue Q

bunch of filthy muppetsAvenue Q is a musical. Strike one. Avenue Q has puppets. Strike two. Avenue Q is a 'satirical revue'. Strike three and you are outta here. But actually you aren't. I went with my wife who was most definitely not up for it, but she agreed it is a very funny show that, although it doesn't have the balls or hit the ball-achingly funny level of Jerry Springer The Musical, is one of the best things to come to the West End recently for laughs. Unless you count We Will Rock You, but I think the laughs are unintentional.

In summary, take Sesame Street, add some sex and decidedly un-pc elements (such as the song 'The Internet is for Porn'), together with a nice ending where investment in said porn sorts out the problems, and you come out with a fairly homely musical (if you are a liberal, anyway). There are some nice little one liners - such as the puppet monsters insisting on being described as 'a person of fur'. The overall staging of puppets mixed with people works well - within a short period you suspend disbelief, and the production is very professional, as you would expect from a Broadway transfer.

Not an absolute must-see, but if you are in London and at loose end you could do far worse. An alternate on the same level may be Spamalot - the musical Monty Python Holy Grail derivative. I would go for Avenue Q as unless you've been living in a cave Spamalot is an exercise in nostalgia. Still funny, but you've heard it all before

Paper-jam regenerates

Hamster on a wheel

Costing many tens of thousands of pounds, and involving a host of managers, project managers, sundry other arseholes, pleb developer types and a coterie of self-serving, self-obsessed, pig-ignorant users across a desert-like couple of years...oh sorry, wrong project.

This is the new version of paper-jam and it cost about 10p to implement, but it has taken me about two months. Dearie me. Those of you watching in black and white/Internet Explorer - it probably looks a bit weird, we will sort it out. (**cough**install firefox.)

Try and pretend like you care while I give you the technical details: it's based on the lovely PHP CodeIgniter framework, which would have made things quicker, but I'm such a thickie.

It also uses the wonderful Akismet spam blocking system to cut down on the torrent of shit comment spam we've been getting recently.

According to their website, 93% of all comments are spam. If you can think of a reason why we shouldn't drive metal drainpipes into these spamming wankers anuses and pour a mixture of hot oil, chilli powder, and the food-processed remains of their own mothers into them, let us know.

(photo from williamallthing's flickr stream)

Julius Yearn EP by Julius

Jim received a CD from Julius. As he "just likes punk and occasionally Tindersticks" he thought it might be more my sort of music. He was mistaken:

"Are you taking the piss Jim? With a musical piece like that; lyrics that begin 'Have you come lady to dance for me' sung in the style of a jester from the court of Henry VIII, and a cover note written by a bloke who's never escaped his aloof-no-one understands me-I am so alone-stage, the only fair comment I can make is that he perhaps should have been shot at birth. My ears are offended that you thought they might like it. Jim, it's not even bad...it's BAD!!!!"

Julius was born from the ashes of many a thing long forgotten. I know this because he said so himself.

You can check Julius out for yourself on his MySpace page. Despite my comments I recommend you do......

Casino Royale

guess what I can do with my little finger

Oooh yes thats it just to the right a bit, yep thats it, oh that hits the spot.

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Ian Holloway Speaks To The Nation

Too much media training in football these days. All the post match interviews are boring as anything, it's all "Well the three points is the most important thing", "At the end of the day that extra bit of quality told", or even "Smithy's put in a great cross and I've manged to get on the end of it." Yawn.

There is the occaisonal rogue in the pack:

  • Ferguson sometinmes has his post match snifter a bit early and starts releasing the Glasweigan expletives on Sky.
  • Big fat racist Ron Atkinson (although officially not funny anymore) once said of a linesman "I know where he should have put his flag up, and he'd have got plenty of help."
  • Comic legend Gordon Strachan, who always had a sarcy line no matter how badly Cov had got stuffed that weekend, e.g. "At tiimes in the second half, we sank so low I felt like Captain Nemo."

The absolute king of the post match media scrum is Plymouth manager Ian Holloway. Armed with a south-west accent and a complete disregard for sensible answers, he dishes out all sorts of eccentric responses to the dull questions that he gets asked by footy journo's. His finest hour is probably the interview where he compared a scruffy QPR win to a night out on the pull, almost surreal in it's brilliance, you can watch it on YouTube here.

lets have a coffee

Further quotes have been collected together on a Wikipedia page, the product of a mind touched by genius. Take this motivational example: "I don't see the problem with footballers taking their shirts off after scoring a goal? They enjoy it and the young ladies enjoy it too. I suppose thats one of the main reasons women come to football games, to see the young men take their shirts off. Of course they'd have to go and watch another game because my lads are as ugly as sin."

The Jarvis Cocker Album

lets be perfectly clear boys and girls

The man who once pissed on my shoe, oh yes, is back with a collection of grown up sounding songs about how everything is shit. Absolutely the perfect soundtrack for feeling sick on a sofa.

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Dirty Pretty Things @ Birmingham Academy 26/11/06

Jane was going to write this up but the poor thing is suffering from memory loss due to the effects of extreme poverty. We're doing all we can, but please help. Just five pounds will buy some menthol fags and just ten will pay for the postage on two unwanted leather coats. A hotline will be set up shortly.

Anyway, last Thursday she drove over to Brum where after a fairly humourless drink in the usually humourous Bacchus bar we have the inevitable noodles before heading to a heaving Academy where the average age is a lot younger than me and the air temperature is rising rapidly.

It's about £12 for three drinks, one of which I didn't order. however it comes in handy for throwing over Jane when she faints after I tell her the price of the round she has just bought.

Larrakin Love come on and do Six Queens which is pretty good, they play a load of stuff off the album, but not Meet Me By The Getaway Car, which I really like.

We slipstream some indie kids to get nearer the front, it really is very busy in here indeed. When DPT arrive things go a bit crazy, and the crowd surges all over the shop to the opening Wondering and Gentry Cove. Looks like I've lost Jane, crowd surfing has kicked off, is that her going over the top? I hope not as the treatment from the bouncers for those reaching the barriers looks a little unfriendly.

Deadwood is great, the crowd is bouncing around and I reckon I've lost about half a stone in sweat so far, it's going in my eyes and stinging like a swine. Some bird drags me almost to the front, before realising that I'm not "Tony", she's not happy.

There goes You Fucking Love It, very good and a welcome Libertines interlude in the shape of The Good Old Days. A bang on the back of the head and here is Jane looking almost as sweaty as me. The trumpet is out and they finish with Bang Bang You're Dead.

There follows a really, really, really dull encore, which cheers up a bit when they conclude with I Get Along, but where is Don't Look Back Into The Sun, or maybe Time For Heroes? Oh well, they are off as the drummer applauds the crowd and we go outside to marvel at just how sweaty we are and I take the piss out of Carl Barat for his rolled up t-shirt sleeves. Jane drives back while laughing at me and the general concensus is that it was Ok but the encore really was total shit.

"Sound of Silver" leaks online

LCD Soundsystem’s new album has somehow, oh I wonder how, found it’s way on to the Internet, much ahead of release. It ain’t the first and it won’t be the last - do we need to change the way that records are released?

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The Hangover Playlist

After several weeks intensive research, I can reveal the ideal set of tunes to coax you through those difficult times when the previous evening’s celebrations have been a bit too much. Alternatively you can just say say bollocks to it and just slap Dark Side Of The Moon on repeat until you are sick.

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Jarvis Cocker at Camden Roundhouse 16/12/2006

Well I reckoned he only played in Paris these days. Fortunately I was talking rubbish again. Jarvis Cocker wows North London with sing-a-long misanthropy and shows that he still has all the old moves.

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45:33 by LCD Soundsystem

Thank fuck someone round here can run more than half a mile without hitting “the wall”. Jane heroically listens to the whole lot of the LCD sell out track, including the shonky trombone section.

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Morrissey @ GMEX, Manchester 22/12/2006

For the last concert to be played in the hulking GMEX building they chose local boy Morrissey. I was taken as a special birthday treat. Isn’t that nice?

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The paper-jam art of seduction

ding dong

Is this what it has come to? Lowest common denominator smut in an attempt to get cheap laughs? Yes, that is exactly what it has come to. And in the form of another lame multiple choice quiz. Enjoy.

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Oh No, Some Bastard Has Gone and Re-Made The Hitcher

Totally gutted to find that a re-make of this seminal late 80’s horror classic is soon to be released. The original is great, a stylish road movie cum slasher picture with a fantastic, mesmerising turn from Rutger Hauer as the creepy, almost supernatural title character. It’s so good that you can compare it to his effortlessly brilliant turn in Blade Runner.

First I'm gonna cut off your arms

In fact The Hitcher is probably the reason for the position I find myself in today. After watching it, my friend Clare and I spent some time going through all the dodgy Rutger Hauer films that we could get at the local video library, instead of doing proper revision for A level exams. It was alright for Clare, she was clever. I ended up bluffing my way through a business studies degree despite having a fantastic knowledge of Blind Fury, Salute of the Jugger and Split Second.

Anyhow, the remake looks like a pile of shit and Sean “100% Blade” Bean is playing the hitcher. Yes, that Sean Bean.

No I’m not adding a link to the fucking trailer. Look for it yourself.

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