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Pop Life: My Idea of Fun
Let’s get 2013 ready! Let’s get excited about some baby mouthed, zygote bands, tripping over ourselves to congratulate them on the half-song we kind of heard at a festival that time. Let’s win this race and be the first to like everything, the first to recommend everything, the first…
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Pop Life: Loving Laverne
Heroes seem to come in colossal form. Giant-size tornadoes of drama like Bowie, Dylan, Morrissey that whisked into your tiny life in the nick of time to save you from dingy normality and focus you on to the path to secret brilliance that no-one had yet recognised. They were…
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Pop Life: If There Is Something
In between creating misguided out of touch rants about modern society and enjoying Brooklyn’s finest hipster ale, good old white-wine pickled Martin Amis managed to gurgle out some truth this month, on the topic of literature and age opining that “Every 10 years you’re a different person, and the really…
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Pop Life: I’ve Heard It All Before
Apparently we’re all bored. Apparently we’re ‘over it’. When Madonna flopped out her freeze-dried strawberry nipple to wave ‘hello’ to the crowds in Istanbul recently, the world supposedly shrugged its shoulders or recoiled in horror. Twitter feeds turned into a giant bellowing Daily Mail sidebar of shame either scolding, tutting…
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Pop Life: Do You Believe in Magic?
(The Diary of a Pop Defender) Saint Etienne always existed just outside the edges of the Cinemascope. They encapsulated the fuzzy line that blurred the most alluring of fantasies into the best of realities. They came wrapped in a sense of assured quality forever to be described in awestruck superlatives….
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Pop Life : How Do You Describe A Feeling?
(The Diary of a Pop Defender) It’s hard to remember a time when Kylie wasn’t in my life. Maybe when I was a dribbling, moth-mouthed baby, a skinless prawn with roaming fish-eyes that cared more about what bit of fluff I was going to ingest than what perfectly formed pop…
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Pop Life: Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye
Davy Jones can’t be dead. Davy Jones can’t have been 66, he still should be running around in unfeasible short swimming trunks looking like a Modish Mowgli. Davy Jones lived in that corner of my childish mind marked ‘60s Things’. He was there amongst the Willy Wonka psychedelia, the winking…
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Pop Life: It Smells Like Girl
(The Diary of a Pop Defender) We’ve stopped caring about girl bands and that people, is a crime. We’ve stopped playing the game of guessing/knowing who sings which bit and knowing why. We’ve stopped reading interviews in their voices and changing our favourite member every five minutes, we’ve stopped…
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Pop Life: Broken English
(The Diary of a Pop Defender) There’s just something about French hip hop. Maybe it’s far too much time spent watching La Haine that has hypnotised me into thinking that spilling out rhymes au Francais is infinitely more engaging and profound. Tongue twisting in French seemed to have stylish panache…
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Pop Life: A Few Stolen Moments
(The Diary of a Pop Defender) IS LOUIS WALSH DEAD? You may have shouted at Sky News on Sunday morning as you watched Ronan Keating and Jamie ‘Afro’ trying to emote via satellite with their dead eyes blinking, surrounded by studio gubbins (they’re musicians don’t cha know) It seemed…
