Saturday Snapshots #464

Wow!

It's time for more Snapshots - from out on the wily, windy moors of Holmfirth, straight to your Saturday morning. 

Who are these people... and how are their songs connected? 

15. They'll confuse you with their aged tricks.

14. What B.B. played.

13. Divine Announcements from an Idol.

12. They fiddled about on the slopes.

11. Where you'll get a bargain on defective smart speakers.

10. How you'll get to the MGM Grand after the floods.

9. Who's on bass?

8. Are you a newish me?

7. Couldn't hear the Bow Bells on their birthday.

6. Yin, not Yang.

5. They suck the life out of Saturday... but avoid Sunday like the plague.

4. Rock On, Jenkins!

3. Abdul meets Lloyd.

2. Came between Tom's sword and his trombones.

1. Devil May Care Joggers.

Keep on Running Up That Hill till tomorrow morning.

Listening Post #49: Heavy Metal T-Shirt

Summer's over and I'm back to work, so the usual rules apply... I'll get back to slightly more interesting posts soon, but in the meantime here's a cool new tune from Irish band (no, not That Irish Band) Hollow Hand...

I've got a heavy metal T-shirt
But I don't like the band
I just like the way it looks
The way it feels in my hand

Neverending Top Ten #7.7: King Lear

I took Sam to see his first Shakespeare play on Monday night and he really seemed to enjoy it. Or maybe he was just saying that to keep his old man happy. Despite being an English teacher, I'm not a Shakespeare snob... in fact, apart from the plays I know well, I often struggle to follow them. I read Lear back at University but I'd forgotten more than I remembered about it, apart from the quote below...

As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. 

They kill us for their sport.

Anyway, we both came away happy. Good to see Emperor Palpatine from Star Wars as the King too... Ian McDiarmid is 82 now, but still full of vigour - and with that famous voice which struck terror into us when he was electrocuting Luke in Return of the Jedi. Given that he looked like this back in 1983, I reckon he's aged pretty well...

He was 39 when he originally played the Emperor. In case you were wondering... I certainly was!

I could only think of one song to accompany today's post... with the usual apologies.

Namesakes #204: The Cult

Yes, I said The Cult. Should've gone to Specsavers.

There's comes a point in all our lives when we have to seriously consider joining a cult.

Here are a few you might want to choose from...

THE CULT #1

We kick off with an Aussie Cult from 1965. Check your playing needle. A damaged stylus can ruin this recording.

The Cult - You're Just My Kind

THE CULT #2

One year later in the US of A, this Cult were making a stand...

The Cult - Here I Stand

THE CULT #3

As we arrive in 1975, we discover a Vegas-based funk and soul Cult dedicated to protecting postal workers... 

The Cult - The Mail Must Go Through

THE CULT #4

Originally known as Death Cult, until they mended their ways, Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy formed their own Cult in Bradford* back in 1983... and they're still going strong.

*They live in LA now though. Can't imagine why.

The Cult - She Sells Sanctuary

THE CULT #5

And we close back in Australia with a live recording from the Sedition Festival at Sydney's Trade Union Club in April 1983...

The Cult - Special Boy Legal Man

Which Cult makes you want to drink the Kool Aid?

One Track Summer #21: My Favourite

My old friend Adrian messaged me on the book of faces to recommend a tune, "I heard this nostalgic indie track which namechecks M&M, the trouble is it's hard to find out anything about the band because the name just brings up people's favourite bands."

Yes, calling your band My Favorite is probably not recommended in the internet age, but it turns out (with a little help from discogs) that these guys originated in 1993 - so before the downfall of civilization. 

My Favorite were from Long Island, New York, and I'm posting this here because I think it will appeal to certain readers (mainly Martin and JC, possibly Jim in Dubai). Definitely worth further investigation...

Rich kids hate the skinheads, and the skinheads hate the rich kids.

She gets thrown in with the deal.

She knows just how it feels when God hates you and mothers run away.

She says, "I'm gonna kill someone." 

Alone at school she sits and dreams of Johnny Marr and Morrissey. 

But tonight she'll wear his working class jacket over her prom dress 

And dance as the pop song sings,

"It's a crazy world, and you're a messed up kid, "

And that's why you're my favorite, and I believe in you.