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I saw Midnight Oil in concert twice before they called it a day – once at the Boathouse, touring behind Diesel and Dust, the other at Norfolk Scope, touring behind Blue Sky Mining (with Hunters and Collectors as their openers!) – but until I saw this clip, I’d somehow managed to forget just how damned disconcerting Peter Garrett was to watch on stage. At that Boathouse show, I stayed way at the back of the venue, mostly because he scared the shit out of me!
By the way, this is officially the first time I’ve ever seen any portion of an episode of Alan Thicke’s short-lived late-night talk show. Wow, he was as cheesy as an ’80s sitcom dad even then; no wonder it was short-lived.
When I first heard Bis, I was pretty sure I hated them. I mean, it was on a tribute album to the Smiths, fer crissakes. What on earth were they doing there?
I still don’t have a good answer to that question. Bis, after all, were the ‘90s equivalent of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, which means they were the ‘80s equivalent of Berlin and the Human League. Do any of those bands have a single thing in common with the Smiths? No, which is what made their version of “The Boy with a Thorn in His Side” both fascinating and maddening. On the plus side, they gave the song the danceable beat that it begged for all along. On the other hand, they also stripped Johnny Marr’s lovely chord progression out, effectively turning the song into a dub mix. Not what this Smiths fan was looking for.
Fast forward three years, and Bis releases their second album Social Dancing. Somehow, it catches my ear – I’m guessing they landed a track on a CMJ compilation, as I was a subscriber at the time – and I find a promo copy cheap…and in the process discover a song that still pops up on Medsker mix discs. Short, fast, funny and insanely catchy, “I’m a Slut” gleefully pokes fun at gender roles – “Have I done something to upset you / Was my dress a bit too see-through” – but had a Shirley Manson badass-ness to it as well. In a musical climate that was still suffering a hangover from what Alanis Morissette hath wrought, it was a most welcome breath of fresh air.
The band’s 2001 EP, Music from a Stranger World, was even better than Social Dancing, but it wasn’t good enough to stop them from breaking up two years later. Wikipedia says that they recently reunited for a few gigs in England. You have to think that they’re watching this whole ‘80s retro thing and thinking, “WTF?”
If you’re anything like us – though with any luck, you’re less cynical – you heard the news about the Spice Girls reforming and your first thought, after the obligatory “Why?”, was something along the lines of “Hey, I’d reform too if the price was right.” And the price is most definitely right, with each Girl bringing home $20 million for participating. That seemed a rather exorbitant paycheck for: a) a band like the Spice Girls, and b) what was at the time only a seven-city tour. The tour promoters, however, clearly knew what they were doing, because several dates on the band’s tour, which is now headed for Australia, South Africa, Argentina and China, sold out in 18 minutes. Eighteen minutes? Really? Are we missing something?
Clearly, we were. The video.
The Girls are releasing a hits album November 20, and the video for the first single, “Headlines (Friendship Never Ends),” is, um, very revealing. For example, it reveals that the Girls are actually hotter now than they were at their peak, and that Ginger Spice is ripped, baby! It doesn’t reveal much in the way of poignant songwriting, but the song isn’t what we would call terrible, either. To be honest, we weren’t paying much attention to the song. We were more interested in when Posh’s eyes flash red and she beats Sporty to death, mistaking her for Sarah Connor. And speaking of Sporty, is it just us, or does she look completely different, like ‘secretly replaced’ different? Must be the teeth.
Oh, and we haven’t even gotten to the best part about the Spice Girls tour: they’re going to get naked onstage. Now that is something with a definite awesomeness problem.
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My childhood idols are releasing a new album next week, and I am fearful that it is going to suck donkey donkey donkey donkey. I base this concern on two things: the flat-as-a-pancake lead single “Falling Down,” and the album’s title, Red Carpet Massacre. One of these days, Duran Duran will learn not to write the punch lines for their critics. You’d think they would have learned that lesson after the dismal 1995 covers album Thank You, but no, they called their 2000 album Pop Trash, to which most reviewers said, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
The band’s last album, 2004’s Astronaut, was better than it had a right to be, since it had been almost two decades since the original band had written together. We should have known not to get too optimistic for a second helping: Andy Taylor, once again, wasn’t happy with the direction the band was headed – and anyone who’s heard “Nite Runner,” the band’s collaboration with Timbaland and Justin Timberlake, knows exactly where those fears surfaced – and he left in the middle of recording. Hello, 1985, nice to see you again. Your hair seems…bigger than I remember.
Nevertheless, I will eagerly await the arrival of Massacre in my mailbox, hoping against hope that the band merely chose the wrong song as the lead single. It’s happened before – “Electric Barbarella,” wow, was that song awful – so you just never know. In the meantime, I’m paying tribute to my favorite song from the band’s 1993 second eponymous album, a.k.a. The Wedding Album. Unlike anything the band has recorded before or since, “Breath after Breath” shows the band dabbling in Latin music a good three years before it was trendy to do so. Plus, Milton Nascimento has a voice like butter.
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