Thursday, 18 December 2025

Cancel Christmas Club #1: Fairytale


Welcome to the first of two very special editions of the Cancel Culture Club, renamed the Cancel Christmas Club for the festive season, and because it turns out we’re all a bunch of miserable old grinches.

And if you don’t believe me… here’s Swiss Adam.

This is the one!

If it was up to me, I'd cancel all Christmas songs - they are almost without exception, unremittingly shite, soul sapping joylessness and exercises in making me dislike Christmas itself more than I already do. Especially the hardcore canon of the dozen or so that get played endlessly everywhere from mid-November onward - Slade, Wham, Shakey, Wizzard, McCartney et al. They make me want to cut my ears off.

Eels - Christmas Is Going To The Dogs

I think the thing I resent the most is the expectation that if you just put on this funny jumper and listen to this handful of songs, you'll 'feel Christmassy'. I don't.

Even the good ones bug me now due to overexposure and being told that, 'well, if you don't like those songs, I bet you like The Pogues...'

Cancel them all. Forever.

And Adam’s not alone, is he, C?

I'd just cancel Christmas, or at least all the awful shamelessly commercial shenanigans leading up to it and certainly all the plastic disposable shite that gets peddled in.... garden centres!  What's that all about, all that synthetic non-recyclable eco-disaster taking up shelf space in a garden centre?  But that's another rant altogether - I'd better get back to the subject in hand.

In a moment. I’m relishing all this Scroogery.

The Damned - There Ain't No Sanity Clause

What about our friend Walter, over in the land where they invented Christmas trees? Surely he’s got something positive to say about Weihnachten?

From my point of view, Christmas could be abolished, as I have been spending this time in Southeast Asia for a long time now, where there are Christmas decorations, but none of the religious fuss.

OK. Having set the tone nicely, let’s look at our first contentious Christmas song…

I love the way Shane clearly couldn’t even be bothered to spit out his chewing gum before going up on stage to mime along to that.

All Time Low - Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass

Before we get to the comments, I should reveal that Fairytale of New York was the second of the two Chrimbo Classics I offered up to the CC-Committee, but I’ve chosen to feature it first. Why? Well, because the other one was Band Aid… and hoo boy, wait till you see the reaction to that. SWC in particular wrote a whole page, scored onto the paper in what I worry might be his own blood, but I’m more hopeful was the blood of a Bono. And he wasn’t alone in his vitriol. So consider Fairytale a gentle apéritif – a prawn cocktail before the full roast turkey dinner that will be Do They Know It’s Christmas?

Weezer - Christmas Celebration

All that said, let’s pop over to see how Christmas is shaping up in Portugal. And it looks like George is scratching his head…

Fairytale: I have no idea why this is a potential candidate for cancelling, so I need to research it (i.e. go to Wikipedia). And using that as my sole source, I think the reason for the song's inclusion is the use of misogynistic and homophobic content. And I'm going to agree with Radio 1 on this one (and a big "BOO" to Radio 2). I also think Shane MacGowan's defence (again, reading from wiki) is a bit disingenuous, especially given his put down of the Pet Shop Boys (there's one very very good reason to dislike that band without resorting to the pathetic slur he used).

I might as well butt in here with Shane’s defence of the lyrics…

The word was used by the character because it fitted with the way she would speak and with her character. She is not supposed to be a nice person, or even a wholesome person. She is a woman of a certain generation at a certain time in history, and she is down on her luck and desperate. Her dialogue is as accurate as I could make it but she is not intended to offend! She is just supposed to be an authentic character and not all characters in songs and stories are angels or even decent and respectable, sometimes characters in songs and stories have to be evil or nasty to tell the story effectively. If people don't understand that I was trying to accurately portray the character as authentically as possible, then I am absolutely fine with them bleeping the word, but I don't want to get into an argument.

…which I have to say, I agree with… to an extent. I think that defence works in terms of literature (and it’s a similar one that Quentin Tarantino uses to excuse peppering his scripts with the N-word)… but it opens up a bit of a can of worms when applied to a pop song, in particular a Christmas pop song. That said, I always liked the sentiment of Fairytale precisely because it was so different to all the other Christmas songs that get trotted out year after year. But shush, this isn’t about my opinion – it’s about George’s. And what did Shane have to say about the Pet Shop Boys (who kept Fairytale off the Number One slot)?

"Two queens and a drum machine."

Hmm. Back in 1987, that would have been a lot more offensive than it is now, I guess… I wouldn’t be surprised to hear Tennant and Lowe self-apply the term these days, as a lot of my gay friends do.

Pet Shop Boys - It Doesn't Often Snow At Christmas

I’m sorry, George, I keep interrupting you. Not to argue, just to provide context. I hope.

I've never liked Fairytale In New York anyway, there's something a bit smug in its delivery, and that twee diddly diddly dee music is beyond annoying. You can't cancel a song just because of the crappy music (that would put an end to the Pet Shop Boys), but I am saying Yes to Cancel for this particular song because of the lyrical content.

OK, that’s the first vote cast. Now, having provided the above context, we can happily return to Manchester’s answer to Krampus, Swiss Adam

More specifically I guess with A Fairy Tale of New York it's the use of the word 'faggot' in the Kirsty sung line 'you scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot' that is the main topic of cancel conversation.

I'm a bit ambivalent. The song was written in character and that line and the homophobic slur within it is era appropriate and character appropriate. I have a gay friend who is pretty laid back about it (and he definitely has a moral compass and would object if he found it objectionable).

Shane's comment about the song being kept off the number one slot by 'two old queens' doesn't do him any favours but maybe we shouldn't be looking to Shane McGowan for leadership in this area.

The very idea that we should treat Shane MacGowan as any kind of role model is, of course, hilarious. I will defend him to the hilt though, based purely upon that old story about the time Bono had to chuck him out of his house for… well, here it is in Shane’s own words.

“Bono put in a glass roof and wall,” MacGowan explained in an interview with The Times. “I used to wave my willy at the train as it passed and hope that they thought it was Bono’s.”

Adam concludes…

I think on the whole I'd let the song stay - unless we're banning them all just because Christmas songs are shit. In which case, begone.

So far then, we’ve only heard one definite call to cancel the song. But wait… who’s this coming down the Cancel Culture Chimney? Only the wonderful John Medd

If I never hear this song again, it'll be too soon. It's a time capsule (like Geldof's effort) and should be treated as such. Tinkering with it to make it radio friendly is akin to putting lipstick on a pig. All Christmas records have a shelf life, and this one is way past its.

Ouch.

Set It Off - This Christmas (I'll Burn It To The Ground)

And with that stark renunciation still ringing in our ears, let’s move onto the case for the defence. Let’s start with C, shall we?

Fairytale of New York?  I love its use of abusive terms and their delivery.  Bum, punk (in its original meaning), old slut, scumbag, maggot, faggot, arse.  Why have just one when you can have many? It's the antithesis of a sickly "everything's alright in the world even though it isn't, because it's Christmas!" sentiment in just above every other festive song. 

Once again, C demonstrates her skill for using words far better than my own clumsy attempt to express this sentiment earlier.

I believe too that the slang term "faggot", which I think is the one that has caused the most issues, is now an example of a word that has been reclaimed by those to whom it had been pejoratively directed. I think that's a great way forward for many things.  Embrace it, take the sting out of it, and redress the dynamic of its power, by claiming it for yourself. 

“As an English teacher…”

(Oh God, here he goes again!”)

As an English teacher, I like to believe that words only gain power when we allow them to have that power. But it’s very easy to argue that when I’m not one of the people said words are being directed at. Nobody ever called me a faggot, nobody ever threw the N-word at me. If gay people can take the sting out of faggot in the same way many black people (particularly rappers) have reclaimed nigger, that’s surely something to applaud. But it’s still a minefield if you’re not part of that particular community… and maybe that’s the point. Maybe it should be.

The Fall - No Xmas for John Quays

There’s a famous episode of my favourite TV show, NYPD Blue, in which notoriously racist* detective Andy Sipowicz gets into a mouthy confrontation with a belligerent black activist who tells him, “you’re dealing with that one nigger in a thousand who knows what you can and cannot do”. In response, Andy throws the N-word back at him and gets in a lot of trouble for it.

(Andy’s racism is given context in the show, and is part of a long-running redemptive character arc. Prejudice is absolutely not a black and white subject in NYPD Blue.)

Context is everything. But back to C

Does / has this song ever actually caused any harm to be done to anyone?  I can't imagine it, there are so many more direct and genuinely hateful ways to cause harm that we should be concentrating our efforts on, surely.  So for me, as long as Christmas is here to stay, 'Fairytale' can stay too.

Thank you, C.

Leroy Carr - Christmas in Jail (Ain’t That a Pain)

From C, we go to CC

Fairy tale of New York?

A classic.

Presumably the issue is the line "a cheap lousy faggot", an insult said in anger in a stormy row between two lovers.

I'm sure most of us have done something similar at one stage and now regret it.

Nowadays it is edited out and that's enough for me.

Good point there, CC, and one that hasn’t been made yet, but it links back to what we were just saying about the power of words and how, in moments of anger, we might reach for the most hurtful epithets in our quiver.

The Chieftains feat. Elvis Costello - St. Stephen’s Day Murders

Next up is Martin, who appears today with an eye-witness testimony…

I once had the good fortune to see Kirsty and Shane sing this live together. She was the support act for Morrissey, at a December gig at the Ally Pally. For her closing song she invited Shane up on stage and they sang this together. He was so drunk he could barely stand, and his lyrics were unintelligible most of the time. Kirsty's were crystal clear but I can't remember whether she sang any of the controversial lines. There's the one everyone knows about, subsequently changed to "You're cheap and you're haggard", and there are others that no-one cares about any more (surely?), like "arse" (at the time the Beeb requested that that be replaced with the somehow less offensive "ass" for TOTP).

I was amused to read on iffypedia that, “When Katie Melua performed the song with the Pogues on CD:UK in December 2005, ITV censored the word "arse", but left "faggot" uncensored.”

Bloody ITV. You wouldn’t get that on the BBC, eh, Martin?

By 2007, things had moved on still further and both "faggot" and "slut" were edited out by Radio 1, before the revised "haggard" version became the broadcast norm. Is that the only issue with this song - the sweariness and derogatory terms? Or is there something more I don't know about?

In 2019, BBC Radio Solent DJ Alex Dyke announced that he would not be playing the song on his show, calling it a "nasty, nasty song" and "an offensive pile of downmarket chav bilge". Yet still the world turns.

I hate to break it to Alex, but there are still lots of people who talk like this. And it might be chav bilge, but it's also a love song, of sorts, and the antidote to Yuletide saccharine. Cancel this at your peril. Accept the "haggard" edit and move on, I say.

If you ask me, the “chav” response opens DJ Alex up to accusations of snobbery, or at the very least coming from a privileged background and being out of touch with the common man. But what do I know? I grew up on a farm.

Next up is Ernie, who’s thinking of resigning from the committee because he doesn’t believe in banning anything… and to be honest, I’m coming around to his point of view. Maybe this feature has outstayed its welcome? We’ve covered all the major causes of offence by now – sexism, racism, homophobia, underage sex, Bono (next time, I promise)… I’m worried we’ll just end up repeating ourselves, or I’ll begin to take advantage in terms of my entreaties on your generosity. Perhaps it’s best to quit while we’re ahead? I’ll consider this in the New Year. In the meantime, Ernie…

Pogues - if the f word offends you, then listen to the version where Kirsty sings 'haggard' which has been readily available since 1992. Other than that, leave it alone.

Man of few words, but very definite opinion.

The Sonics- Don't Believe In Christmas

Which brings us back to Walter, who echoes Ernie’s sentiment…

Ever since the BBC toned down certain lines in the lyrics, there has been an annual debate about whether crude swear words are suitable for young ears. The song is about a couple who once had big dreams, but which burst like soap bubbles due to drugs and alcohol. Each blames the other, culminating in verbal insults. There is no doubt that these words are not exactly pleasant, but they stem from a gutter vocabulary that is appropriate in this context. Not that I approve of offensive swear words, but crude expressions are part of every language. A fool is always a fool, even if I call him a blockhead or a moron.

I always quite fancied being a Blockhead myself, if it meant I got to hang out with Ian Dury. But do continue, Walter…

I do believe that crude language should be avoided, but these words should not be censored. It is up to each individual to express themselves appropriately. In my home country, Nina Hagen and BAP sang this song in German and translated the swear words pretty much exactly. It's strange that we, who have made gender equality our cause, have not yet had any discussions about these lyrics (perhaps only once my words have been published).

BAP feat. Nina Hagen- Weihnachtsnaach

I want to thank Walter for introducing me to that version, in which the vocal delivery seems to switch – Nina Hagen sounds far more like Shane MacGowan than Kirsty!

And that’s a much better cover than the Bon Jovi version which… no, no, please don’t listen to it… don’t do that to your ears*. (And I say that as a unashamed fan of Mr. By Jove, from back in the day.)

Jon Bon Jovi – Fairytale of New York

(*Anyone who defied my instructions above, you may note that Mr. BJ appears to have rewritten the offending section of the song… but… unless my ears deceive me… appears to have included the phrase “kick in the c*nt” instead as part of his version. Or do I need some new batteries in my hearing aid?)

Irish singer-songwriter Rob Smith apparently commented, "I have heard Bon Jovi's cover of Fairytale of New York. It's the worst thing to ever happen to music, and I am including both the murder of John Lennon and Brian McFadden's solo career in there. This is worse!"

The Midnight Riders - All I Want For Christmas (Is To Kick Your Ass)

Final word today goes to The Vinyl Villain himself, JC, who readily admits to being just as much of a grinch as Adam, C and Walter – and even used the phrase “Bah humbug” in his response. When it comes to Fairytale Of New York though… well, JC refuses to accept it’s even a Christmas song.

I will expend a little bit of energy on this one, for the simple fact that I don’t regard it as a Christmas-themed record despite the fact that The Pogues wrote it specifically as one while their record label was happy to play the game and release it as a single at a particular time of the year, in November 1987.

Twisted logic on my part?  Maybe…. but bear with me.

Is this going to be like those people who try to deny Die Hard is a Christmas movie?

eagleowl - Let's Save Christmas (The Ballad of Nakatomi Plaza)

I saw The Pogues play one of the most manic and memorable gigs in my life at Strathclyde University Students Union back in 1985.  It turned me into a fan. 

Singles and albums were purchased as they were issued, but I didn’t buy Fairytale of New York.  I loved watching the video over the festive period, and also being a fan of Kirsty MacColl, it made for a fine listen, and as I got increasingly familiar with the song, I found myself singing along every time to ‘The Boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay and the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day’.  And I mean every time, to the annoyance of my soon-to-be in-laws whose house I was living in at the time.

I bought the album If I Should Fall From Grace With God in January 1988, and quickly realised it was a classic. The album the band had been threatening to make since that gig a few years earlier. A perfect blend of rock and what I thought was traditional Irish music, played and produced to perfection.  The songs all seemed to be short stories set to music – some were rollicking and some were tear-jerking ballads, with ‘Fairytale’ striding both.  It was a record full of tunes that I imagined would be sung at the wildest parties in Ireland – the fact I hadn’t yet set foot in that country was neither here nor there! (That’s something which would change many years later and I’ve now got proud and loving connections with the country.)  Fairytale in this context was way more than a Christmas song, and I still feel the same the best part of 40 years later.

As to the supposedly offensive lyrics...  In what is clearly an exchange fuelled by alcohol and indeed a love for one another as the rest of the lyric makes clear, the male character, played by Shane calls the female character, played Kirsty, an old slut on junk and she replies by calling him a scumbag, maggot and cheap lousy faggot.  It’s poetic and quite magnificent. 

I’d agree with JC that expressing love by using words like these – rather than the usual barrel of cliches pop songs rely upon to represent that emotion – shows a genuine understanding of both character and storytelling technique that goes above and beyond.

Worth remembering too that not a lot was made of these lyrics back in the late 80s.  The only thing folk were worried about back then was the use of the word ‘arse’ which Kirsty was asked to amend to ‘ass’ for a live rendition on Top of The Pops.

The hullabaloo only really kicked up when the single was re-released in 2005.  A different time altogether and an era when the notion of individuals and organisations having platforms to express their supposed anger, hurt and offence, and being noticed as they shouted from the sidelines, was becoming increasingly the norm. 

While it seems some offence was taken prior to 2005, JC makes a good point here that at the beginning of this century, with the rise of the nasty old interweb, Professional Offence-Taking became an active sport, a kind of cultural one-upmanship which has become so ingrained in society it’ll no doubt be recognised as event in the next Olympic Games.

But in terms of today’s tune, I think JC sums it up for me when he says…

I’ll never tire of Fairytale of New York.  It’s a magnificent song that still sounds wonderful all these years later. It shouldn’t be messed with.

Thank you all for your thoughts.

Join us back here to give Bob, Midge and (especially) Bono a festive kicking... it's the true spirit of Christmas!


Wednesday, 17 December 2025

Celebrity Jukebox #65: Rob Reiner


The tragic death of Rob Reiner and his wife Michelle will no doubt fill up the column inches for weeks to come, and not just because of the reaction of one narcissistic baby...


But the Jukebox chooses not to focus on that today, and instead celebrate the life of a truly great film director, a man who always turned it up to 11...


A man who knew that Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.


A man who knew how to give a woman an orgasm in a restaurant... even if it was fake.


A man who told us, "You can do anything you want, man".


A man who introduced you to your Number One Fan... you dirty bird!


And a man who told us the truth... even though he knew we couldn't handle it.


Rest in peace, Rob Reiner. You deserve a far better eulogy than I can give... and certainly a better one than the orange man-baby would ever be capable of.



Tuesday, 16 December 2025

Namesakes #168: Bad Manners

A group of kids with different expressions

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Look, it’s a busy time, what with my year end countdown, two editions of The Cancel Culture Club, and a bumper edition of Snapshots to prepare. So, I hope you won’t think me bad mannered if I keep things brief this week!


BAD MANNERS #1

We start with a plodding “teen garage lament” from the place where the lights all went out (Massachusetts!) in 1967.

Bad Manners – It’s You


BAD MANNERS #2

A group of men posing for a photo

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Next up, the obvious one - 80s ska band from London, bad mannered enough to make you bust a blood vessel… because, of course, their lead singer was called… Douglas Trendle. Other members included Winston Bazoomies, and Gus 'Hot Lips'* Herman. (*Not the one from M*A*S*H*.) 

Bad Manners were banned from Top of the Pops because Buster Bloodvessel painted his bald head red. He was also banned from Italian TV after mooning at a live pop concert that the Pope was watching. (I didn’t know the Pope watched such filth… but… er... Catholic Church… etc. etc.)

Personally, I reckon the band’s greatest claim to fame was getting kids to do the Can Can at school discos all around the country for most of the 80s. Wonder how many kids ended up in Casualty (which wasn't called A&E back then) as a result?

Bad Manners – Special Brew

 

BAD MANNER #3

A person in a blue jacket

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And finally, because brevity is the soul of wit - some mate of Keith Flint from the Prodigy (they formed the short-lived group Clever Brains Fryin’ in 2004). This guy only has one bad manner, rather than a bunch of them, so more credit to him for that.

Bad Manner Featuring SirReal – What, Who!


What do you think? Would they all have got banned by the Pope?

 

Monday, 15 December 2025

My Top 25 of 2025 (4)

Welcome back to my favourite 25 records of the year. And please remember, I'm an English teacher, not a Maths teacher...


13 and a half. Otis Gibbs – The Trust of Crows

OK, confession time. I made a list. I narrowed it down to 25 albums, because this is 2025. I started putting them in order and writing the posts.

Otis Gibbs - Ditchweed

And then I realised I’d left someone out. Don’t tell Ernie, you know what a stickler he is for numerical accuracy. Fortunately the Maths teacher doesn’t seem to care. Maybe he’s used to English teachers who can’t count.

Otis Gibbs - Raze

Anyway, Otis Gibbs released a new album this year, and a fine collection of tunes it is too – as expected from Americana wordsmith and youtube rock ‘n’ roll folklore collector, Mr. Gibbs. I wasn’t able to buy the CD this time round because it’s only available from his website, and the cost of postage from the US is now more expensive than the CD itself. I blame Trump, and I’m sure Otis does too.


13. Brian Bilston & The Catenary Wires - Sounds Made By Humans


I’d expected this might end up in a higher position on my year end chart, because when I first heard the collaboration between “The Banksy of Poetry” and the artists formerly known as Talulah Gosh (among other things), I couldn’t stop listening to it. It is, without a shadow of a doubt, the most immediate record of the year, for its winning combination of Bilston’s witty, vaguely misanthropic middle-aged carping and the warm indie magpiery (yes, I said magpiery, I made that word up myself – figure it out) of Rob and Emilia.

Brian Bilston & The Catenary Wires – My Heart Is A Lump Of Rock

Why it didn’t end up Top 10 is perhaps because after a while it started to wear on me, and I began to realise it didn’t have the longevity of comparable discs – say the new album by Half Man Half Biscuit or anything by Simon Armitage’s bands Lyr or the Scaremongers. (Plus, the BB poem/song To Do List… well, it’s a direct steal from our sainted Poet Laureate, and that began to niggle me a bit.)

Brian Bilston & The Catenary Wires - Thou Shalt Not Commit Adulting

Still lots to enjoy here then, but without the longevity I’d expected when I was lauding it earlier in the year.


12. Eric Church - Evangeline vs. The Machine

The latest record from Eric Church continues his move away from his Waylon-esque outlaw roots into far more soulful territory. And I’ve always been a sucker for Country Got Soul. Evangeline vs. The Machine is a concept album, apparently, meaning that the songs all merge into one another and there’s some kind of link going on behind the scenes, but much as I love a good overriding narrative, I’ve yet to grasp the one at work here.

Eric Church – Hands Of Time

Despite that, this is a rollicking good record, one that takes great pleasure in stealing lines and, indeed, whole concepts from the classic country and rock songbook. There are gleeful references to the work of Bob Seger, Tom Petty, ACDC, Johnny Cash and  Paradise By The Dashboard Light (not Eric’s first dalliance with Steinman)… plus a glorious reimagining of The Devil Went Down To Georgia for the 21st Century, which might well be a subtle dig at the Orange Oligarch,



Sunday, 14 December 2025

Snapshots #426: Cat Songs


Hey there, all you cool cats and kittens!


15. Take half a Diazepam and Relax for a year.

Diazepam = Valium. Half would be Vali. Frankie said Relax. A year is Four Seasons.

Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons – Rag Doll

14. Rubbish collecting Eagle and cancelled Sugar.

Dennis Eagle made dustbin wagons. Brown Sugar was cancelled.

Dennis Brown – Wolf & Leopards

13. Are We Okay? In a way.

"We Okay" was an anagram.

Wye Oak – Siamese

12. The very latest in henchmen.

Brand New Heavies - Sphynx

11. Conventionality belongs to yesterday at police high school.

"Conventionality belongs to yesterday" is from Grease, the high school being Rydell High, and this is a Bobby.

Bobby Rydell – The Alley Cat Song

10. Disregard the big ears on those nuns.

Corn has big ears. Disregard = shed.

The Cornshed Sisters - Ocelot Song

9. Boss visits A&E with genital chafing.

Bruce Cockburn – Wondering Where The Lions Are

8. Splits her time between Blur and Culture Club.

Blur and Culture Club.

Lulu - I'm A Tiger

7. Sorrow's native sons…

That's a line from a song by The Smiths. Which song?

Pretty Girls Make Graves – Wildcat 

6. Found in Orlando, Jackson and the biggest town in Wales.

Tony Orlando, Joe Jackson and Barry... White.

Tony Joe White – Jaguar Man

5. They have cube-shaped poo.

Apparently it's a fact.

The Wombats – Cheetah Tongue

4. Revolting peasant found in football pundit.

Shearwater – The Snow Leopard

3. Buffalo goes to Howard’s End.

Buffalo Tom... Howard Jones.

Tom Jones – What’s New, Pussycat?

2. Hannah dies as a result of mix-up.

"Hannah dies" was an anagram.

Nadine Shah - Club Cougar

1.  Horniest city looks in need of illumination.

"Horniest city" was an anagram. Illumination would come from an All Seeing I.

Tony Christie & The All Seeing I - Walk Like A Panther 

Join us for more of this twaddle next Saturday morning. It's more enjoyable than cleaning out the cat's litter tray.


Saturday, 13 December 2025

Saturday Snapshots #426

Time for some more Dangerous Liaisons of the Snapshots variety. Can your Dangerous Minds solve the mysteries below?

Who are they and how are their songs connected?


15. Take half a Diazepam and Relax for a year.

14. Rubbish collecting Eagle and cancelled Sugar.

13. Are We Okay? In a way.

12. The very latest in henchmen.

11. Conventionality belongs to yesterday at police high school.

10. Disregard the big ears on those nuns.

9. Boss visits A&E with genital chafing.

8. Splits her time between Blur and Culture Club.

7. Sorrow's native sons…

6. Found in Orlando, Jackson and the biggest town in Wales.

5. They have cube-shaped poo.

4. Revolting peasant found in football pundit.

3. Buffalo goes to Howard’s End.

2. Hannah dies as a result of mix-up.

1.  Horniest city looks in need of illumination.

Answers tomorrow!


Friday, 12 December 2025

My Top 25 of 2025 (3)


And we're back in the room of gloom...

16. Rialto – Neon & Ghost Signs

Louis Eliot’s Rialto were a particular favourite of mine in the late 90s post-Britpop landscape, mixing Suede’s urban glamour with more personal, storytelling songs like Monday Morning 5:19 and Summer’s Over. Although they didn’t really make it in the UK, apparently they were very big in Southeast Asia, where they even managed to knock Celine Dion off the top of the album chart. They split up in 2004 when Louis went solo… so I figured there was as much chance of a new Rialto record this year as there was of Pulp getting back together.

Rialto – Neon & Ghost Signs

Guess what?

Neon & Ghost Signs picks up where they left off, as though the last 21 years never happened. It was never going to win them an army of new fans, but for anyone who remembers them from the first time round, it does the job. Although the lead single clearly owes a huge debt to Kylie… but there’s nothing wrong with that.


15. Todd Snider – High, Lonesome & Then Some

And so we say farewell to Todd Snider, an Americana hero of mine since the moment I first heard Talkin' Seattle Grunge Rock Blues when it cropped up on an Uncut CD back in the early 90s.

Todd Snider – The Temptation To Exist

Todd’s final album, written and recorded while he struggled with chronic pain due to spinal stenosis, is a rambling, bluesy, low key affair which I wouldn’t recommend to anyone who’s not sampled his work before. Start with Songs for the Daily Planet, East Nashville Skyline or 2021’s First Agnostic Church of Hope and Wonder. For those of us who’ve been with Todd for the long ride though, it’s his last hurrah, and just as worthy of our time as anything he’s ever recorded.


14. Kathleen Edwards – Billionaire

Some artists keep reinventing themselves, striving for the new sound, trying to keep ahead of the crowd. Others take the Tom Petty template and refuse to tamper with a successful sound, just continue giving the people what they want. Kathleen Edwards is from the latter camp – the songs on her 6th album, Billionaire, wouldn’t sound out of place on her 2002 debut record, Failer. (And if half a dozen albums doesn’t sound much for 23 years, bear in mind that she took 8 years off to run a coffee shop in the middle of last decade.) If you liked any of her previous records, chances are you’ll find much to enjoy here.

Kathleen Edwards – Other People’s Bands



Thursday, 11 December 2025

Celebrity Jukebox #64 – Raul Malo

Another week, another big loss to the world of music. When I messaged Ben that Raul Malo was dead, I didn’t think it’d mean much to a 30-something hipster. But he replied instantly about how Dance The Night Away was the soundtrack to his childhood summer holidays… which only goes to prove how powerful music is in cementing those pesky neural pathways in our memory banks. 

The Mavericks – Dance The Night Away

Mavericks lead singer Raul Francisco Martínez-Malo Jr. died on Monday night after 18 months fighting cancer. He was 60. I’ve got to admit that back in 1998, at the time of their biggest hit, the Mavericks rather passed me by. I only came to appreciate them much later, and Raul was the one who got me to listen again when I heard him deputising for Ricky Ross on the Another Country radio show a few years back. Malo came across as a warm, intelligent man with a passion for music, and I found this more and more evident when I started digging into his back catalogue.

The Mavericks – All You Ever Do Is Bring Me Down

Last year’s Mavericks album Moon & Stars showed us a band at the peak of their powers… all the more tragic then that we lost Raul Malo so young.



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