Album of the Day - U2 - All That You Can’t Leave Behind
You’re shitting me, right? Stuck in a Moment is the only saving grace here. It made me realise how half decent Achtung Baby and Zoorpoa are. Like U2 care about my stunning critique.
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I caught up with Late Junction over the morning work shifts. There was a great Steve Albini tribute. I reached for Shellac’s 1000 Hurts. I’ve not heard that in decades. Stunning.
The Postman Delivers: Prefab’s Swoon. And that completes the set. Given the laid back output of Paddy Mc, I won’t have anything else to buy for another decade.
My Cycling UK membership is up for renewal. To my surprise A expressed an interest in also joining. It’s worth it for the third party insurance alone.
Oh looky over here - there’s a discount for a family membership.
Chapeau!
News came out of the World Famous City Ground of the first departures of the season. Nothing we weren’t expecting with some out of contract and loan players.
And so it begins.
Everyone is hoping for a relatively quiet summer down at Trentside. Like that’s going to happen.
The squad needs surgery. The PL will improve on the standard of last year. The promoted teams look half decent - especially if DIRTY DIRTY Leeds come up.
Forest can’t stand still. This would mean certain relegation.
My problem is that I get so attached to the players throughout the course of a season.
Chris Wood?
Whatever.
Now: Chris Wood. I BLOODY LOVE YOU.
I played Burning Spear’s Dry and Heavy on vinyl throughout the afternoon work shifts. That’s a mighty, mighty fine roots record.
The early evening sports show on BBC Radio Nottingham was dedicated for a full hour on Nottingham fanzines. The Notts County themed The Pie and Forest’s Brian were the main focus.
Behind this is a recent successful National Lottery bid to digitise the entire archive of both publications. There are now online and look ACE.
It’s the same team behind the online publishing of the old Overall magazine coming out of the Fair City. If you can be arsed then you can see the byline of Tricky Skills in some of those old live reviews. I would dread to read them these days.
But anyway. The fanzines.
Jim from Selectadisc was one of the guests on the radio this evening. This was pretty much my upbringing back in the Fair City. I learned more in those record shops than I ever learnt in school.
…as BRUUUCE once sung.
But it’s true. It was here where I was politicised, where I dared to uncover new music, and where I saw this new world colliding with football.
You can stick yer Tik Tok up yer arse, modern kids.
I recognised the point made on the radio that fanzines gave those passionate around a scene an element of control away from mainstream media. This is still happening back in the Fair City with Left Lion.
Plus *ahem* Brixton Buzz etc.
The shout of: To Moving Image! was made early evening.
The shout of: FUCK THAT soon followed. It’s been pissing it down all day in the bloody Estuary Wilds. We couldn’t be arsed to make the five minute walk in the rain to the village hall.
RHS Chelsea Medals Day and some Giro highlights catching up filled the gap.