Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Straight out of nowhereness, like a fist

Hard-Fi have been nominated for this year's Mercury music prize!

We are all, naturally, delighted. The band have officially thanked me for being there from the start. Then lead singer Richard Archer asked me to marry him and write all the songs for his next album. How did I respond? I blushed girlishly as I am wont to do when I receive proposals from people I have never met before, then declined. I am NOT that easily persuaded. Whatever anyone else might have told you.

Seriously, though- what were the lads making out the nominations thinking? Hard-fi are NOT that great. Some of their stuff is downright tosh. Like album tracks 6 and 8 through 11. Twos not too hot neither. And Burt has decided they are his new favourite band. This, more than anything, spells their downfall. From a review of Hard-Fi's Cash Machine at cdtimes.co.uk:

"In the suburban jungle, boys live a life of drunken binges, summer holidays for sun bathing, good times with mates, and occasional public urination."

They ARE Burt. The CD was practically made for him. Prepare thyself to witness the death of music, brothers.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

NEED I REMIND YOU OF YOUR KISSING THE CD IN HMV LAST WEEK- OF YOUR FEELING OF LYING ON THE FLOOR EVERYTIME YOU HEARD THE SONG- OF YOUR SINGING IT INTO MY EAR TELLING ME THAT I COULDNT POSSIBLY NOT KNOW HARD FI - WHY THE CHANGE MY FRIEND WHY ---?????????