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davidt
on Monday April 07 2003, @10:00AM
Tobie @ Educated Criminals writes:
The Smiths 'How Soon Is Now' is voted # 18 in this month's (April 2003) Mojo Magagzine. The full article follows - Sire boss Seymour Stein called it "the Stairway To Heaven of the 80's" which may well be on the money. Certaintly, it's expansive, ambitious - and, importantly, formed the musical backdrop to many a teenage night out. In that sense, it's a great Saturday night record - but only if you've endured the the kind of minor nightmare that was Morrissey's meat and drink: "There's a club if you'd like to go/ You could meet somebody who really loves you/ So you go and you stand on your own/ And you leave on your own/ and you go home, and you cry and you want to die." Lyrics apart, its most remarkable aspect is the musical backdrop created by Marr, Rourke and Joyce; the former's Bo Diddley-gone-sci-fi guitar part in particular. It was recorded under red light bulbs by minds taken to the next level by heavy weed intake - an unlikely example of Moz-assisted stoner rock. The B-Side is a falsetto-strewn ballad, bolstered by one illustration of Marr's grasp of jukebox aesthetics: the grafted on sound of a downpour, inspired by The Ronettes' Walking In The Rain.
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'wHo's Spoon is soiled Now' # 3 for Mojave (Score:0)
Doobie's brother @ Masticatated Vennables writes:
Whistling Jack Smith's 'How Now Gordon Brown's Cash-cow' is voted # 18 in this month's (April 2003) Mojo Jojo Magnetized slipstream. The full article follows -
Sired by Bozz Scagg's shaggy Boss Cat charicature Seaman Stains called it "the Snoopy vs The Red Keith Barron of the 80's" which may well be on the monkey nuts. Certaintly, it's expansive, ambidexterous - and, importantly, formed the mucas-like teardrop to many a teenage floppy lights-out. In that sense, it's a great big sweaty Saturday Superstore out-take, but only if you've endured the the kind of Morris Minor driven nightmare that was Morris E Shirtlifters of the Office World furniture department unite and meet for a drink of Vimto: "There's a knitting club if you'd like to go/ You could meet a big girl's blouse who really looks like you/ So you go and you crochet your own muesli/ And you leave on your own punctuated unicycle/ and you grow gnomes, and you fry mice and you want to tie Bernard Cribbins to a lilac tree ." Lyrics apart, its most remarkable aspect is the musical turnip created by Andrew's Mars Bar, O'Rourke's Rocky Bar and Joyce Grenfill's landfill; the former's Bo Derek's-gone-piddley-on-Nicholas Ridley's-hi-fi Sittar-like farting sound in particular. It was recorded under a red No.138 East Croydon to Addis Abbaba bus with gladioli bulbs layed by Simple Minds taken to the next level by heavy wooden shitake Bobbi Mushroom effigies - an unlikely example of Bishop Abel Muzerawa's daughter-assisted bus garage rawk. The B-Side is a cornetto-strewn traffic bollard, bolstered by one illustration of Har Mar Ringostar's grasp of puke-in-a-box aesthetics: the grafted on sound of a Eamonn Andrew's dripping forehead, inspired by The Ronatkinsonettes' Wanking In The Stretford End.