I Love #1's - 1997

[katstevens.livejournal.com]

What ho, pop-pickers! Last week's jaunt back to 1954 was something of a non-starter, with only 12 voters having heard anything on the list! Secret Love, Such A Night and This Ole House all tied with a piffling 8 votes each, but our Doris was the overall victor in the tie-break box. This week we have something for everyone. The last death throes of Brit-rock, teenpop perfection, lots of songs about dead people and...Tubby Toast? It's 1997!

[Poll #824745]

POPTIMISM in OCTOBER

[freakytigger.livejournal.com]

I have a meeting in 5 mins so must make this quick but...

- 5TH OCTOBER!
- UNION TAVERN! (where it was last time)
- POPTIMISM with all your usual DJs plus SPECIAL GUESTS!
- DANCE TO ALL THE GREAT POP OF THE SUMMER!
- ALSO DANCE TO ALL THE NONSENSE THAT WE'VE DOWNLOADED BETWEEN NOW AND THEN!
- ALSO ALSO DANCE TO Carter GREAT TUNES FROM POP'S PAST!
- WAVE SOME SIGNS AROUND!
- MAYBE HAVE A LITTLE TIPPLE, JUST THE ONE MIND!

I assume it's free, and I assume it's 7-12 as last time.

COME TO THE POP!

haha this is a) a hoot and b) better than 90% of proper music journalism

[alexmacpherson.livejournal.com]

It was like being drowned in molasses. It was like being hosed in treacle. I was lying in a state of after-lunch torpor while the eight-year-old was playing and replaying her favourite track, and through the door it stole, and up the bed and into my ear until it filled the fjords of my brain with such glutinous aspartame-flavoured schmaltz that at last I could take it no more and cried: "Enough!" James Blunt, I thought, it's time to get a grip! Come on, man: stop being so indescribably wet. If she's so beautiful, stop standing there in your T-shirt and floppy fringe, and hush your hopeless falsetto crooning.

Go out and get her, is my advice, and if James Blunt seems drippy next to the rock stars of the good old days, he is positively macho by comparison with the Kaiser Chiefs. These are the weeds from Leeds whose hit single was 'I predict a riot', a tale about the bourgeois apprehension of a chap who tries to get a taxi on a Saturday night in the centre of town.

"Watching the people get lairy/It's not very pretty I tell thee./ Walking through town is quite scary/And not very sensible either," sing these epic softies. Then the chap meets another chap in a tracksuit, who looks as though he might offer violence, but doesn't, and that's about it. It's pathetic!

Boris Johnson on the state of rock music and the nation

(with thanks to Sophie H for bringing this to my attention)

haha this is a) a hoot and b) better than 90% of proper music

[juror8.livejournal.com]

All your Poptimist idols! The Killers! Black Eyed Peas! Kanye! Fiddy! Franz Ferdinandy! Snoop! PCD! And, um, Modest Mouse!
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