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| Talk,
Justin Harries,
20 January 1999 | |
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Some would say that the most important leap this year was not made by some belly toting pop strumpet, nor some Ed Gein obsessed axe wielder, but some ones and zeros that added up to the almighty freebie bin that is Napster. OK so some of us have not the apparatus to seek and burn, but those who had did - with a vengeance. The music industry is still seemingly divided on the topic - between those shitting themselves and those lying about the bad smell emanating from their pants. Watch out all you useless liggers, you're gonna be chopped out like the deadwood that you are. Bring on Gotterdamerung 2001. Nothing so exciting going on with the actual music though. The fall out from the success of last years Travis vehicle “The man w ho
” resulted into a woefully mutated crop of underdog singer songwriters. Good blokes mainly - some even had the audacity to sport beards. On the other had our transatlantic cousins decided to rock it to the max. Noisy boys to the fore “you can tell us” blah blah blah trilled us with their rejuvenated Sonic Youth japes, whilst Limp Biscuit got cross a lot, but only in that Rage against the Machine way. Slipknot were very, very funny. But generally these guys were a whole lot more entertaining than the Brits idea of perfectly crafted poppery - write a nice song, play it properly, with the guitars in tune in all that. It’s a battle (huh) that got the press excited - over here anyway, the yanks were having to much raucous fun to notice our beardy bleatings. Pop - top birds on top. Brittany pounded sour faced Aguilliena to the pop punch – Brit’s still the mistress of that underage whore/saint thang, though the ravages of her over eager schedule were showing. At one point you could flip endlessly from channel to channel to see the exhausted diva stagger through her routines. The boys were up to their usual tricks - Yet more bloody boy bands - And each one more whimpering than the next. The ones I hated most were those drip nosed doe eyed bastards Westlife. Not simply because they make more money than me, but only for the fact they’re so bloody nice that they put the Travis clones to shame. What did you expect from Godfather of nice Ronan - Christian Death? Personally I enjoyed a lot of music this year - but generally not the type that sells magazines. Fushitusha gave the best concert that I have ever witnessed - maximum strength noise from Mr. Haino and friends - with a few laughs thrown in. The avant garde continued to merge seamlessly with the mainstream - resulting in more beards, only this time of the scratching variety. Best album I brought was by Luigi Nono - an Italian composer who died in 1990. This elegant, diffused music pointed a finger to the future.
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