New music in a different kitchen.

I’ve been trying some stuff that was recommended by a certain dodger of tax.

KT Tunstall.
John Legend.
Antony and the Johnsons.
Arcade Fire.

Tunstall was mediocre at best, there’s too much of this stuff about at the moment for her to stand out, she also looks a little like Holly Hunter, which is never a good thing.

John Legend is not for me, he’s a bit too R&B, and not in a good way. I always thought rhythm and blues was like early Stones and others of that ilk, apparently not.

Antony and the Johnsons….. what can I say about these except utter wank. I like my dour warbling with a bit of humour and some decent music to back it up – Smiths and Radiohead to name two. Give it up Tony, you haven’t got it.

Arcade fire. My opinion is based on an ep I downloaded, it was crap. They have a lot of work to do. You never know, if they stick at it, they may one day be a really good second rate McFly tribute band.

It has taken longer than I thought but I think finally my music taste has become detached from that of my son. I seem to remember being about thirteen, sitting in the kitchen listening to charts on a Sunday night, the Sex Pistols had Holidays in the sun in the charts, and my dad was ranting about how they should be shot. I think he also had a special place in hell reserved for Tom Robinson; he despised 2,4,6,8 motorway with a passion. This is the beginning of the end, next is grand children, then senility and a care home. I’m not forty yet… …..