I had such a massive crush on Skye Edwards when this first Morcheeba album came out. It was the height of Trip Hop and I played this CD to death. I went to see them live at Shepherds Bush and was there early enough to be right on the rail, right in the middle, right where Skye stood and sang. Swoon.
But memories aside, this has everything – hypnotic bass, lazy trip hop percussion, smoky slide guitar and of course Skye’s relaxing-and-warm-as-a-hot-chocolate-bath vocals. Spot on. What a
Ah, that Friday FriFic feeling, especially nice this week as we have a holiday weekend in England and I have the whole of next week off work. Luverlee! Read more…
Last week I went to see S Club on their reunion tour and had a splendid time. As well as all the classics, they played a few lesser album tracks, Paul sang a slowed down solo acoustic version of Reach which was a huge audience singalong, and there were a few covers too.
Including this one. I knew I recognised it and when I searched the video on YT I remembered I had seen it playing in a local Sprinkles and thought I really must post it on ChCh. By the time I had finished my strawberry waffle I had forgotten it again but, thanks to S Club, I’ve been reunited with and I’m happy to share this infectious
As has been well documented, there ain’t no party like an S Club party! I love S Club (even in spite of that double negative), I saw them on all three of their tours back in the day and now, finally, they are touring again. I have been bursting with excitement since I got the tickets six months ago and now, this week, it is actually happening!
I was at the Bournemouth gig on their tour last night (well, I say last night, I am prescheduling so it isn’t last night to me) and (I am confidently predicting that) they were brilliant. I make no apology for the fact that some see them as manufactured cheese pop, I don’t care that the chorus of this one is a direct rip-off of White Lines by Grandmaster Melle Mel. This is a magnificent work, it is one of my favourite songs of all time, it just happens to feature Hannah Spearritt, the woman of my dreams. It is, as they say, a
What’s that you say? What’s Friday Fictioneers? Sheesh, where have you been hiding?
FriFic is the legendary weekly flash prompt, hosted by Rochelle. A weekly photo serves as a prompt to whatever 100 words our inspiration supplies. Here, for those of you who aren’t on the email list, is this week’ pic: Read more…
WOOOP! WOOOP! WOOOP!
What’s that noise? It’s the Report To The Dance Floor alarm! I’m not one of life’s dancers, on the rare occasions I have a few drinks and break out my Funky Chicken moves, I look like four weasels fighting in a bag. But THIS will get me up every time. Whether I’m at a wedding, at a party, at work, in the car, in bed half asleep, sitting in a chair… whatever, whenever, I just can’t sit still when this comes on.
There are so many great parts to this: the relentless bass riff, the handclap rhythm, the cowbells, the scratching, the swanny whistles, the awesome rap from Q-Tip and of course the 1,2,3, bwbwblwblblwblwlbwlb bit. I’ll even forgive Kier that ridiculous catsuit effort. It’s the catchiest, danciest, silliest dance floor filler ever. It’s a, if not THE,