Every year we see the annual Brit awards hit our screens, the award show started in 1977 and has since grown to become a world leading recognised award in music. The picture has been a place full of incidents with famous stars, and every year it does not fail to deliver. Let us just briefly cast our minds back to some of the more famous incidents that occurred.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Scouting for Girls Music Photos: Scouting For Girls - On The Radio .
We stayed out all night long (radio tuning)
Pop me in a pop song (pop me in a pop song)
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Modular Rockers
It's difficult to discover exactly how shit it is. Imagine you've strayed into quicksand, and it's slowly dragging you down, deeper and deeper, and it's relentless, sapping the spirit out of you, low and down and down, until there's sand in your throat and your ears and your nose, only it's not sand, it's shit. It's quickshit. That's how shit this call is.
But what struck me, apart from the shitness, is that this call is entirely assembled from near-identical modules. There's nothing with the patient build of a verse or the melodic uplift of a chorus, just a serial of 8-bar pre-formed components. It's a lot of middle eights. More bridges than Venice.
Module 1 goes like this:She said its not near you it's not near you, it's me She said it's not near you it's not near you, it's me
Module 4 goes like this:I dont recognize how to know you more, how to know you more how to know you more, my friend I dont recognize how to know you more, how to know you more how to know you more, my friend
Module 5 is quite revelatory. It goes like this:I think we got, I think we got I think we got nothing to say I reckon we got, I think we got I think we got
Because the components are all built to the same template, you can get them together any way you want. So it goes; Mod 1, Mod 2, Mod 3, Mod 4, Mod 5, Mods 1&5, Mod 2, Mod 3, Mod 4, Mod 4, Mod 5, Mods 1&2.
It's fucking Lego, is what it is. No, it's worse, it's an Ikea flat pack song, constructed of blue cardboard held together with shiny metal clips and belted with a ball hammer until it sort of fits, with just a dense coating of gaudy paint to intercept it collapsing in a heap. A welter of jingles is not a song. If I had ten minutes with the product line workers who assembled this, I'd give them mind to one of the laziest songs The Beatles ever wrote. It's simply got one module. Sing it with me, boys:
Let's all get up and dancing to a call that was a hit before your father was born, though she was born a long long time ago, your father should know, your father should know.
Did you observe how your voice went rather high in some parts and quite low in others? That was good, wasn't it? It's called melody. Mel-ody. And you love how you seed quite a lot of words before you started to hear the like speech again? Could we try that? Could we? Hmm?
Friday, October 8, 2010
EXCLUSIVE Interview with Scouting For Girls!
FG: I think, yeah, it`s something that we`ve always done before.