Where your cat stands on the radio remote. At least they don’t call it The Messiah though.
Can I suggest a metal contribution from Witchfinder General?
I hear younger folk speaking of them in hushed reverential tones, but honestly the guy simply cannot sing. They also merit some sort of prize for their run of distasteful album covers. Hurr, boobs.
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Raffle Theme Tune
A long run up but worth it
Ohhh, Ooohhh this one’s given me conjunctivitis
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3 crackers there.
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Surprised the name Florence Foster Jenkins hasn’t appeared already:
Holy wotsit!
My considered critical notes:
- Unlike that bloke, I am now acutely aware of why I must cry.
- I really hope Denny got his big break. Several, in fact, simultaneously under the same truck. A really fucking big one.
- Words fail me. Maybe I could do an explanatory sketch? Nope, I’ve got nothing.
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Title is great, the good news stops there
There are no drugs left - NONE
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This thread is re-laying bricks in the ruined-mausoleum of my faith in mankind 
Also: this is going to need to be a box-set at the bare minimum 
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This guy was actually rather good - had he got a proper demo together in, say the late 60s, he’d be on every compilation of music of that era, guess he missed that boat by dint of being too young.
It’s the incongruity of his youthful voice, tinny recordings, terrible anachronistic video FX and his thoroughly awkward middle-aged presence that make the videos so odd. Unwatchable, but very listenable.
Being struck by ‘the Gormley calling’ is important - It’s message is clear - The Maureen live at Lopwell LP must happen. The key is to not practice at all and @murrayjohnson to Mic & record with full clarity (Don’t want to miss a breath / wheeze.)
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Reckon we need to release an album each summer starting with;
Psych Classics Volume II
This will get the punters searching for vol 1 which obviously doesn’t exist
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Seems he’s Russian.
So maybe there is a God after all, and Putin is condemned to live in a place where that can happen.
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List x4 on discogs at £500 with each one ‘Selling’ overnight - Don’t list another for a month - & Bingo.
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And if they contact you and ask then you can tell them that II is eleven.
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Were I drunk enough to attempt such a thing, it would far exceed FFJ (posts passim) for reedy, weak-voiced, tone-deaf, threnodic, misstimed awfulness. There is no false modesty here - I am truly a yawning vacuum of musical talent… It’s why I ended-up obsessed with hifi.
You, sir, are truly an evil-enius of capital-‘M’-Marketing!
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Already in the public view, so not really in scope for the true connoisseur of the apocalyptically bad that would be our target market.
The same is true for deliberate stuff like the Portsmouth Symphony Orchestra.
I very nearly got beaten up over that.
18 yo in a very run-down pub with the boxing on.
They’re playing the intro music and the local herbert goes “That’s 'olst, that is. Mars, god of waaarrrr”.
Naturally public school twat couldn’t resist “actually it’s Richard Strauss, Also Sprach Zarathustra”.
Well that went down like a cup of cold sick 
In his quite enthusiastic Jarrett’s biography Ian Carr states:
As a bit of juvenilia, this is an impressive achievement in terms of instrumental competence, but as art it is disastrous. Although Jarrett has perfect pitch, he could not at this point sing very well at all and the lyrics—written by him—are often ludicrously banal. George Avakian, the producer of this album, says that it was Jarrett’s idea, not his, and comments: “I was so embarrassed about it and that’s one of the reasons Nesuhi [Ertegun] didn’t want to keep Keith—because he hated that album.”[9]
Truly awful, whole album of complete stinkers. Ill judged vanity project from an excellent musician.
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