This is the thread where we wish EW an epic voyage.
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 8 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
And do keep in touch - they have computers in America. I've seen them.
― Michael Jones, Wednesday, 8 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
IN 2? DAYS THE GREY AND BLACK MUJI MAN INVDAES CHICAGO (edna)?
Knock 'em dead, Mr Lens Man
― David, Wednesday, 8 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
ha ha Jonnie Daniels to thread!
That's one expensive way of getting a passport isn't it?
― chris, Wednesday, 8 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― youn, Wednesday, 8 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Archel, Wednesday, 8 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
He's not? How sad. :-( All the UK people need to come to California. :-)
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 8 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ally C, Wednesday, 8 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Mandee, Wednesday, 8 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I wish and hope that all yours come true.
― Tracer Hand, Wednesday, 8 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sister Disco, Thursday, 9 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― the pinefox, Thursday, 9 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― richard john gillanders, Thursday, 9 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― David, Thursday, 9 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Hey, Hand - what are you on about? I'd really like to know but you're over my head, as so often.
― Tracer Hand, Thursday, 9 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dan Perry, Thursday, 9 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― bc, Thursday, 9 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― the pinefox, Monday, 13 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― N., Monday, 13 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Perhaps it's 'Bill Graham'. Or - 'Seymour Stein'?
― Mandee, Saturday, 18 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Graham, Saturday, 18 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― nabisco%%, Saturday, 18 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― youn, Monday, 27 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― anthony, Monday, 27 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 27 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― PJ Miller, Monday, 27 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ally C, Monday, 27 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― N., Monday, 27 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Do you think Roy Keane is secretly Scottish? I mean they usually come home early from the World Cup too don't they?
― chris, Monday, 27 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
It's about Catwalk, the semi-T. Rex style band Chris Roberts, MM scribe, formed in that year. It is positive.
― RickyT, Monday, 27 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
'Little Miss Abyss' won Gary 'The Crow' Crowley's Demo Clash 5 weeks in a row, just like Suede's 'Wonderful Tonight'. I have them both on tape and no one is having them because they are actually terrible.
― mandee, Monday, 27 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Edna's Lawyer-Engineer, Monday, 27 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― PJ Miller, Tuesday, 28 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 28 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Merry Christmas, Dave!
― the pinefox, Tuesday, 28 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Or is it just a stage it's Passing Through?
― Mooro, Tuesday, 28 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
CATWALK Powerhaus, London
These days it seems like every mouthy lout with a pout and a pair of silvery specs is heralded as the flaming horseman of the puckered lips. They promise to be Saints but invariably turn out to be Greavsies. Tonight, Catwalk are a blessed release from all the hollow talk: they breathe life back into the idea that pop can be a blissful marriage of de rigeur and de profundis. They can skim across the surface like the glam hams, but their souls are submarine. This is the tip of the iceberg on the cake.
With a delicious arrogance they prowl through "Damascus" -- a tune that could toast your hair -- as a mere opening appetizer. It's clear from the start that Chris Roberts has willed a world of his own into being, and the hapless critic can only take the Messy Beat angle and flounder in his (Finnegan's) wake. "Snow Leopards" (the Blonde anima made animate) simply demands that polychrome prose. In a time of thuggishness and formalism, Catwalk reinvent the lyric as an amorous semiosis, songs to the signifier-as-Siren.
"Ballerina Country" is, of course, Roxy rewritten by Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Feeling Feline. Tonight it's a visceral kiss, Roberts playing the Ferryman, stranded between Lolita and Guernica, while the band whip up a black and blue funk. On record, "Shudder" is a delirious tremor, but live it's ignited into a febrile groove by the cool and shaded bassist. The guitarist wigs out while the female singer remains demure and elegantly fanned. So it goes.
The pointlessly fussy will mention Bolan, but really you'd be just as close with Baudelaire, Brodkey or Bukowski. There are 90 tales to pin on this cat. What do I say? Sha-na-na. Angelus Novus.
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 29 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― PJ Miller, Wednesday, 29 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 29 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)