PLAGIARISM!

Speaking of guitarists, I've been reading up on a guy called Link Wray, who I think is European and was playing filthy guitar before anyone else, playing Elvis instrumentals and the batman theme, etc. Wondered if anyone had heard of him. Apparently he still plays at 75 years of age too. That's someone who rocks.

The significance of Benoit's heat coming solely from his performances should not be downplayed. He's over huge because of wrestling, to a greater extent than anyone else. He'll be fine. It's actually important that we shift the focus away from talking. Not that that is about to happen with a HHH feud.

'You can get better moonshine now than you could during the depression' REJOICE!

Paunk is actually a pretty good name for a shite genre of music. Sounds so obnoxious and gay.

We need more Skifflecore threads. That involves drums made out of the festering ribcage of Lonnie Donegan.

Wire - 'Nice streets above' Did I mention I fucking love wire?

Why choose? Just get it all. Aww, I was hoping for an inspired rant about how King Diamond was castrated and then had his balls sewed to his head or whatever it was last time. You still hate him, right?

Pot Kettle Black is a traditional pub game originating from Yorkshire, England dating back as early as 1887. The object is to 'pot' the 'kettle' (which is a crude shot-putt made of broken glass sewn to a cat) into a vat of boiling oil, or the 'black'. The ABKP (Associated black kettle potters) had their bid for olympic status rejected on economic and ethical grounds three in 1948. It has since evolved into what is commonly referred to as 'snooker'.

Killing Joke again, this time 'Asteroid' off the new one. Or, as it's pronounced here, ASSSSTERRROOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDD

I've been meaning to check out Mercyful Fate and King Diamond as well actually. I'm sure Agent can recommend me some kick ass stuff.

Currently on order from amazon are Laibach - Let It Be The Einsturzende Neubauten anthology Sparks - Angst in my pants I've managed to restrain myself till next payday, but I've been meaning to investigate Crime and the City Solution, Roky Erikson and The Legendary Pink Dots, among others.

I'm in Sheffield, England and we're supposed to get some, but nah. My friend lives in a higher part of town and they've been covered however.

I think both Blair and Bush are lucky there isn't an opposing candidate worth a shit on either side of the atlantic. Blair's got a lot more going against him right now though.

Mercury Rev - Meth of a rockette's kick God I'm gay.

Everything blows. well, not sparks.

Boy, that one coulda turned nasty eh?

Killing Joke - Love Like Blood I'm still pissed off I missed them live.

Unless they helped invent it, as a general rule I don't like anthing that can be classified into a genre. Except KISS.

The helium verse of 'Blue Rosebuds' by the residents is probably the best example of the concept of 'Duck Stab'. When Andy Partridge's voice turns into a trumpet solo at the end of 'The Last Balloon' to close 'Apple Venus' it's euphoric, the production is so good you have to really listen to find where one starts and one stops. I've been flicking through an XTC biography I got the other day and apparently Brian Wilson loved that album and wants to discus a collaboration. Fuck me.

Mozza - 'Hold on to your friends'

At the present time, unless something really, really DRASTIC happens, there is no way in hell we will ever see The Smiths ever again. Morrissey will not concede ANYTHING. And I respect him for it. He's not too fond of festivals in general actually, cos he's not sure what everyone there thinks of him, or something like that.

My job title is 'customer and trading support' which bascially means I supervise a checkout line in a supermarket, and authorise various...stuff. I like it actually, despite having to deal with a hell of a lot of people who no matter how much you go out of your way to help them just showed up with the determination of causing an argument, no matter how trivial the problem. With people like that, I pour on the sugar till they actually get freaked out that I'm so happy doind what I do. That learns em. Sad, childish people.

If Morrissey plays that fucking festival, I will attempt to blow it up out of sheer bitterness cos there's no way I can go.

I don't mind the clothesline from hell, there's enough impact for it to be credible. Course, the twat also possesses the worst DDT this side of chyna, and is utterly shite.

Wire - I am the fly