The Actual Music Thread
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So anyway,
AN4: can you illustrate for us a depiction of what exactly it is about East 17 that you like the most? It's just that I can't get my head around the idea that a grown adult male from Ireland can be so moved to fanaticism about a bunch of English male yobs who can't sing and don't play any instruments either. They dress like clowns, but that's okay - even Oasis had a clown in one of their videos, right?
Which one was it, but?
Ah, yes: it was Wonderwall, of course! Silly me. I remember those days, the casual Oasis style: stonewashed loose-fitting denim jeans and shirts, those Beatle style fringe haircuts the English seem to think cool, and pastel-coloured John Lennon glasses, wasn't it. Blokey boots with steel caps and that lope of Liam Gallagher's when he walked (he's obviously never had to walk all that much, not with the drink and all that) that were amalgamated into a new dance of sorts. Like I used to see them doing in the Hacienda back in the early 90's. Stupid looking twats, walking on the spot like they're Bez or something.
East 17 had that more cockney element to their gig, which was anathema to Oasis' northern values: plastic Paddies. Guinness. Fuck you attitude. Feet at 90 degrees to each other when lumbering around town, picking pockets in the Arndale shopping center to buy some E's and whizz later. Mancunian plastics are cheap enough by the kilo, but cockney plastics make me want to take a hurley to their chops. All that dumb-ass rhyming slang and head moving like a punch-ball?
Jambo just loves that sort of shite.
Admitting to thinking that East 17 wrote the best Christmas song ever was probably the final shreds of Jambo's reputation getting flushed.
Three minutes and fifteen seconds of bland white 'soul' music - mimicking Take That with the white winter anoraks to counter-jihad the Take That standard second-hand lady's fur coat mode of formal dress:
Admitting to loving a band like East 17 takes only seconds.
But having to live with the Mowl knowing about it is a life sentence.
So get down on it, Jimmy: say it once and say it loud: 'I'm an East17 fan and I'm proud!!'
AN4: can you illustrate for us a depiction of what exactly it is about East 17 that you like the most? It's just that I can't get my head around the idea that a grown adult male from Ireland can be so moved to fanaticism about a bunch of English male yobs who can't sing and don't play any instruments either. They dress like clowns, but that's okay - even Oasis had a clown in one of their videos, right?Which one was it, but?
Ah, yes: it was Wonderwall, of course! Silly me. I remember those days, the casual Oasis style: stonewashed loose-fitting denim jeans and shirts, those Beatle style fringe haircuts the English seem to think cool, and pastel-coloured John Lennon glasses, wasn't it. Blokey boots with steel caps and that lope of Liam Gallagher's when he walked (he's obviously never had to walk all that much, not with the drink and all that) that were amalgamated into a new dance of sorts. Like I used to see them doing in the Hacienda back in the early 90's. Stupid looking twats, walking on the spot like they're Bez or something.
East 17 had that more cockney element to their gig, which was anathema to Oasis' northern values: plastic Paddies. Guinness. Fuck you attitude. Feet at 90 degrees to each other when lumbering around town, picking pockets in the Arndale shopping center to buy some E's and whizz later. Mancunian plastics are cheap enough by the kilo, but cockney plastics make me want to take a hurley to their chops. All that dumb-ass rhyming slang and head moving like a punch-ball?
Jambo just loves that sort of shite.
Admitting to thinking that East 17 wrote the best Christmas song ever was probably the final shreds of Jambo's reputation getting flushed.
Three minutes and fifteen seconds of bland white 'soul' music - mimicking Take That with the white winter anoraks to counter-jihad the Take That standard second-hand lady's fur coat mode of formal dress:
Admitting to loving a band like East 17 takes only seconds.
But having to live with the Mowl knowing about it is a life sentence.
So get down on it, Jimmy: say it once and say it loud: 'I'm an East17 fan and I'm proud!!'
You gigantic flying fanny of a faggot.