Let’s have a look at this video of Little Boots fannying around with a... thing.
PUT THE JOKE ABOUT THE ETCH-A-SKETCH HERE.
But why are we looking at this video?
Well, in case you haven’t heard, Little Boots is playing at Night & Day on the 7th March.
Various people have been busy selling limbs in order to get tickets for the show, but two folks who needn’t worry are Sam and James from hot new dancepop night S’il Vous Plait, because they – lucky fuckers – will be warming up for ‘The Boots’ with a selection of their finest finery.
If you’d like to learn more about S’il Vous Plait, some illiterate fool did a Q&A with them that you can read by clicking here. On the same website you can find a review of Little Boots’ headline slot at last year’s Popjustice In The City showcase, where the same illiterate fool crowbarred in the line
2009 will be a big year for Little Boots
purely so that, when her album goes Top 30, he will be able to feel a momentary glow of satisfaction, before reverting to the crushing void of self-worth he normally inhabits.
FYI it’s not an Etch A Sketch with flashing lights that Little Boots is playing with, as impressive as that would be. It is in fact a Yamaha Tenori-on. So now you know.
Or not. We were out last night (see below) so we sent roving reporter Holly C to her sofa to get all the dirt on the Brit Awards 2009. Her special report follows.
The Brits Awards 2009, observations:
Bad things:
1) Bono in eyeliner. At least now we know why he never removes his glasses.
2) Duffy winning best album. Literally WTF?! Granted I can't stand Radiohead and Coldplay but that left Elbow who won the sodding Mercury and whose album has topped various lists voted for by the 'industry' (the same 'industry' who vote for the Brits...) and the Ting Tings who made a fantastic pop album. They've basically given the award to a woman whose only 'talent' is being the 60s. The entire decade.
3) Fern Cotton trying to present.
4) Kylie's inability to move her face.
5) The Tings Tings/ Estelle 'collaboration'. Now I might be wrong, but I thought the whole point of a collaboration was to do something a bit different, meld songs and artists together to create the ultimate in pop spectacle. On paper, like the Girls Aloud/ Sugababes Comic Relief single, it should have been amazing. In practice, it was like one of those bad dreams you have where you suddenly find yourself in an exam room with no idea what you're meant to be doing. At the very least, if you're going to do a 'mash up', make sure the songs you use are the same fucking BPM! What you had was not a collaboration but two gigs taking place simultaneously on the same stage.
6) Girls Aloud not winning best band.
Good things:
1) Girls Aloud. The fan dancing, the dresses, the second set of dresses, Sarah's speech. Utterly perfect.
2) Elbow winning best band. Personally I'm surprised it wasn't Duffy but at least it meant we didn't have to endure Coldplay or Radiohead.
3) The spotlight operator leaving Duffy's face in darkness for the first half of her performance.
Other things:
1) Are Take That going in a new Kraftwerk inspired direction?
2) Why was Lady Ga Ga dressed as a chamberpot for the PSB performance?
3) What the hell is wrong with Duffy's face? She's only 24, that can't be natural. Or is the 60s look that of a blow up doll? .
We went to watch famous Bristolian whisperer Tricky perform last night (see the incredibly professional gig photography below). It was very exciting. It was probably more exciting than watching the Brit awards on television, but also – if you think about it – not as exciting at all, really.
Here are some of the exciting things that happened at the gig:
:: Tricky was naughty and smoked on stage – does he not know there is a smoking ban??!!
:: There was nearly a fight between Tricky and the security guard who tried to make him put the cigarette (it was definitely a cigarette and nothing else) out. Cue hilarious intervention by a member of the singer’s entourage.
:: Simon Price (or someone who looked a lot like Simon Price, with the pointy hair and those things he has on top of his head) was there, nodding.
:: Lots of people from Chorlton went and shouted things like “Yea’ man” as they danced. They must have been happy because they all had big grins on their faces and they all tilted their heads back and grabbed at the air around them as if groping a warm and soft blanket.
:: We think they were on drugs.
:: Tricky’s encore lasted 40 minutes and consisted of three songs.
:: THREE SONGS IN FORTY MINUTES.
:: A potentially amazing cover of ‘Ace Of Spades’ was cut short by a curfew-crazed venue, with Tricky announcing that he hopes to never play there again.
:: Tricky’s set was engaging and intense, like a phone call from an ex boyfriend, rising and falling from troughs of pin-dropping quietness to peaks of cacophonous noise. Material from last year’s ‘Knowle West Boy’ album sat well alongside older tracks, including a brain-melting rendition of ‘Karmacoma’ (or ‘Overcome’, or whatever he wants to call it).
Also we did an article about Tricky a couple of weeks ago which you could have read if you'd just taken the time to click on the words 'article about Tricky' earlier in this sentence.
Substantial thanks to friend of the blog and Clique promoter Ian, who got in touch recently with some excellent footage from the famously distastrouts (Microsoft so-called Word actually allowed that typo – what a piece of fucking shit).
Anyway, the famously disastrous 1989 Brit Awards, starring Mick Fleetwood and Sam Fox, a double act who would later go on to inspire the name of popular beat combo the Fleet Foxes. Probably.
You can view the ceremony in ten chapters by cliking the link above.
When you do, look out for these highlights, as chosen by our correspondent:
- Kenneth Baker rightly feeling the HATE of uk yoof - Bros live, following up that 'I watch you crumble like a very old wall' lyric with some tremendously shit scatting into a guy's sax - Every single time Sam Fox and Mick Fleetwood do or say anything - The whole Cliff Richard Tory apologist shitfest (keep an eye out for when he's walking down the stairs past a scummy old man smoking a cig like a tramp waiting for a bus) - The Four Tops/Boy George lolfest - The way Tanita Tikaram and all them other worthy and now pointless singer-songwriters combine faux-humility with an "I am creating important art, deify me" vibe. - Annie Lennox twatting herself in the eye with her spikey Brit award - Carol Decker's wildly inappropriate melismatics in that final horrorshow song - Phil Collins being the most coked-up person ever seen anywhere ever
We’re back. Long time off from music blog duties. While we’ve been away, blah blah, Lady Gaga, blah blah, ‘Put A Donk On It’ blah blah blah, Girls Aloud record run of Top Ten singles – blah blah blah – The Saturdays amazing/annoying, blah, Kid Cudi Crookers cover blah blah, Twitter, astonishing new Calvin Harris single blah blah blah, La Roux, ridiculous new Pussycat Dolls single, Christmas, New Year, Ladyhawke amazingness, some other stuff we can’t remember.
Let’s celebrate our return with a video from last night’s Brit awards. It is the Pet Shop Boys doing their Lifetime of Achievement in Outstanding Contributions to Pop in the Music Industry performance.
Neil Tennant is pretty cool, isn’t he? It’s not often you get to edit the greatest magazine of all time and be in one of the best pop bands ever. Fucking hell.
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