Not to be confused withe Eazy-E song of a similar name, this energetic track from band’s debut, With Love and Squalor, is the catchiest song on the album. The band’s frenetic sound is similar to the Strokes and Franz Ferdinand.
Listen to the full song here.
Check out Bullz-Eye’s review of the album here.
I’ve only recently come to know this guy through his drug antics and none of his music and already I’m fucking sick of him. But hey, Pete Doherty has been busted once again, this time in Sweden for being under the influence of kokain and a tranquilizer. Rock on. In the meantime, more meaningful (and crappy yet more interesting) artists are working in new things and not staying famous for their drug habits. Jesus, even Scott Weiland has kept out of the reaches of the law longer than this goofball lately, and that’s saying something.
Adding insult to poor Boy George’s self-induced career injury, Culture Club are apparently looking for a new singer.
According to RememberTheEighties.com, an advertisement from Belerion Records has been circulating on the internet which states that the “original members of Culture Club are searching for a unique star vocalist” and are not interested in Boy George clones but instead want a “charismatic & unique performer in his or her own right with something truly fresh, contemporary and original to offer.” The advert also states that the singer is wanted for a world tour and TV series in 2007.
Okay, I know it worked for INXS, but, come on, if it wasn’t for Boy George, Culture Club wouldn’t have made it any bigger than, say, Roman Holliday. He WAS that band. This smacks of desperation worse than any move by any ’80s band that I can think of…and, baby, that’s saying a lot.
But not for his tunes or tasteful head makeup. No, this time Boy George is wanted for not showing up at a court appearance to explain why he wants to change his sentence for falsely reporting a burglary. Seems some dope was found in his apartment at the time. Tsk, tsk. Boy suggested that he do some community service, including “a proposal to hold a fashion-and-makeup workshop.” Jesus, the last thing anyone anywhere would need would be a dope-addled goofball’s fashion and makeup advice. I mean, c’mon. Any guy who walks around looking like he spraypainted his head and then melted a few candles on top of it doesn’t need to be giving fashion advice. String ’em up.
Rufus Wainwright – son of Loudon III, brother to Martha – has once again embraced his total and utter gayness (not that there’s anything wrong with that) by paying tribute to Judy Garland at Carnegie Hall…but, oh, what a tribute!
According to Playbill.com, “complete with a 40-piece orchestra, Wainwright recreates the original April 23, 1961, concert she performed at the height of her late career. ‘The greatest single night in show business,’ as it was called, featured Garland singing 26 standards, show stoppers and songs from her films. Wainwright performs his own interpretations of the songs — not mimicking Garland — over the same orchestrations.”
The number of show tunes performed by Wainwright over the course of the evening would make any straight man in the audience go gay before intermission, let alone the end of the night…and, yet, damn, as a Wainwright fan, I gotta say, I really hope they release a CD or DVD of the evening.
To counteract this post, I’m now going to go watch a John Wayne movie and embrace my heterosexuality.
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