What can we possibly say as a preface that would do it justice?
Happy Friday, everyone…!
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What can we possibly say as a preface that would do it justice?
Happy Friday, everyone…!
P.S. This is only the tip of the iceberg. Head over here for more…if you dare!!!
Inspired by the ever-interesting Jefitoblog, which has been offering up a lot of love to Squeeze lately (including the first half of his Idiot’s Guide to the band as well as some hard-to-find live MP3s), I thought I’d similarly pay tribute to one of my favorite songs by the band, taken from one of their criminally overlooked albums.

Frank was released in 1989 to a fair amount of critical acclaim, but precious little of that translated into sales for the band. After staging an unexpected commercial comeback with 1987’s Babylon and On, an album which produced two top-40 hits for the band (“Hourglass” and “853-5937”), it was actually rather shocking that Frank didn’t sell very well, but my theory has always been that the band’s label – A&M – had decided to ignore top-40 radio for the album and instead focus on Billboard’s latest and greatest chart: Modern Rock. It made a certain amount of sense, given that Squeeze had always been more college-radio darlings than a full-fledged mainstream success, but, still, to go from having 2 top-40 hits to being dropped by your label altogether within the span of two years…? Somebody screwed up somewhere, and it certainly wasn’t Squeeze.
There are, unfortunately, a lot of great tracks to pick from when it comes to spotlighting the unheralded numbers from Frank, including the Jools Holland piano stomper, “Dr. Jazz,” and Glenn Tilbrook’s ode to a woman’s time of the month (“She Doesn’t Have To Shave”), but my favorite has always been “Love Circles,” which offers Chris Difford the vocal spotlight yet still provides some downright fantabulous harmonies for the chorus. It was released as a single, but it did precisely diddley…but, thanks to the aforementioned Jefitoblog, you can check out the song here.
Italians aren’t standing fo it, no sir. They may love Barbra Streisand, but not enough to shell out between $200-$1200 to see her perform. Per the article,
“The 24,000-seat stadium, owned by the city and managed by the [Olympic] Committee, “is public property and cannot be used for immoral deals that are shameful to a civilized country.”

America’s Least Wanted: Scotty Stampp
Oh, that Scott Stapp. How the mighty weak have fallen. Recently, Stapp’s wife called the po-po on him, citing his throwing a glass at her after heavy partying, and “a lot of pot” being in the hizzouse. The paddy wagon showed up and confiscated Stampp’s guns that his betrothed also alerted them to (though he obtained them legally). He was released from jail yesterday and will have to undergo random drug testing. Sheesh. We can lock up Paris Hilton, but we can’t get this guy behind bars for a good long time? Can we at least force him to drink Drano?
Well, that’s very big of you, George. Yes, the troubled singer recently stated that may leave Britain due to the constant attention focused on his recent and ongoing personal dilemmas. Of course, he could just take the advice to quit being a self-destructive shmuck who doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass what he’s doing in public anymore. Of course, that would mean admitting to having screwed up and we know how much he likes to do that.
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