Oh look, it’s the Single Reviews. This time, we’re going to blame the ongoing lack of updates on the fact we’ve been busy smashing open our piggy bank to help out our friends in the US government. Fear not, we’ll have a Honking Box post at some point within the next week, subject to us getting off our battycreases and actually writing it. But the intention is there, and isn’t that all that matters? No? Oh.
This week heralds the return of talentless oxygen thieves and general peddlers of malevolence,
Boyzone. Providing a strong contender for worst single of their career (no, really),
Love You Anyway is a forlorn attempt at the knowingly-camp gladness of Take That’s
Shine, yet just falls short of Vanilla’s
True To Us. Quite who invited these imbeciles back is an enigma, but they’re doing so with some abominably catchy witchcraft that ensures it won’t be a flying visit. Damn them. Damn them!
Another 90s institution - albeit one that doesn’t make you want to plug your ears with sticks of lit dynamite - also makes a return this week with the meaty, impressive anthem
The Shock of the Lightning. Yes, in spite of many a missed boat,
Oasis add a chapter to their heritage where the likes of Lyla diluted it. An easy
Single of the Week, and a tremendous advertisement for
Dig Out Your Soul.
It’s also a welcome return to the truly stupendous
Pink, who’s using
So What not so much to exorcise her demons as draw comedy moustaches on them and run away cackling. Much like
Stupid Girls, it’s hugely tongue-in-cheek with an aim to grab attention, and while the subject matter and toddler chant may not float everyone’s boat, the sheer attitude displayed in
So What firmly underlines Pink as one of today’s greatest pop stars.
Finally,
The Streets manage to quell the third-album tales of celeb-humping debauchery had a childish “I know something you don’t know” quality, thus heavily alienating the Kudos-frequenting throngs that came to be Mike Skinner’s bread and butter - the comparatively modest
Everything Is Borrowed redresses the balance nicely and presumably begins the long process of winning people back. We couldn’t give a rat’s ass over thisaway, mind. When’s
Heroes on?
Oh look, it’s the Single Reviews. This time, we’re going to blame the ongoing lack of updates on the fact we’ve been busy smashing open our piggy bank to help out our friends in the US government. Fear not, we’ll have a Honking Box post at some point within the next week, subject to us getting off our battycreases and actually writing it. But the intention is there, and isn’t that all that matters? No? Oh.
This week heralds the return of talentless oxygen thieves and general peddlers of malevolence, Boyzone. Providing a strong contender for worst single of their career (no, really), Love You Anyway is a forlorn attempt at the knowingly-camp gladness of Take That’s Shine, yet just falls short of Vanilla’s True To Us. Quite who invited these imbeciles back is an enigma, but they’re doing so with some abominably catchy witchcraft that ensures it won’t be a flying visit. Damn them. Damn them!
Another 90s institution - albeit one that doesn’t make you want to plug your ears with sticks of lit dynamite - also makes a return this week with the meaty, impressive anthem The Shock of the Lightning. Yes, in spite of many a missed boat, Oasis add a chapter to their heritage where the likes of Lyla diluted it. An easy Single of the Week, and a tremendous advertisement for Dig Out Your Soul.
It’s also a welcome return to the truly stupendous Pink, who’s using So What not so much to exorcise her demons as draw comedy moustaches on them and run away cackling. Much like Stupid Girls, it’s hugely tongue-in-cheek with an aim to grab attention, and while the subject matter and toddler chant may not float everyone’s boat, the sheer attitude displayed in So What firmly underlines Pink as one of today’s greatest pop stars.
Finally, The Streets manage to quell the third-album tales of celeb-humping debauchery had a childish “I know something you don’t know” quality, thus heavily alienating the Kudos-frequenting throngs that came to be Mike Skinner’s bread and butter - the comparatively modest Everything Is Borrowed redresses the balance nicely and presumably begins the long process of winning people back. We couldn’t give a rat’s ass over thisaway, mind. When’s Heroes on?
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