New Music Bianually

What was going to be a monthly feature has turned into something a little more sporadic. Don't act surprised!

As a result this music is not particularly new but I'll offer it up anyway.



Read it like a book:

Brett Anderson is proving there is good music after Suede with Love Is Dead, silverchair's Straight Lines exposes Daniel Jons' dancing is anything but, Innocence is high on Björk's release schedule, or so this promo clip would suggest, and Bloc Party sings The Prayer, just as I'm praying some tix for their concert will come up cheap on ebay.

Word.

You don't need a man...

It appears I am not the only guy in Melbs at the moment with too much time on his hands.

Tristan, Jimbo and J2 spent the other night with some bath towels, a video camera and a Pussycat Dolls CD.

The result... not suitable to impressionable youngsters, be warned!



Ah, Trist, it's good to have you back.

Warbling Homogay Wants To Rule Europe

Just when life looked like it couldn't get any more fulfilling. James reports (via email) that the BBC reports that Mozzer is keen to take on Eurovision this year.

Morrissey seems to think that he could croon Daz Sampson into the ground, and if you've been hanging around NNM long enough you'd be inclined to agree.

He's obviously been fantasising about it. Check out the vid for last year's You Have Killed Me:



Now, Morrissey just needs to top Jordan... there's an image I don't need. I'm off to pluck out my eyes.

Actually on second thought, even better than having Mozzer sing in Eurovision would be listening to him bitch and moan about not getting the public vote. It's a win-win situation, ladies!

Bleed Me Dry

Breakups, don't we love them!

At times like this I turn to music to bleed me of all that all-consuming inner turmoil.

This time around Idlewild's American English is featuring prominently along with one of my all time favourites...



I'm not going to claim that the lyrics are particularly relevant to this specific situation but Björk's sentiments always fortify me against any lovelorn listlessness.

You think you're denying me of something
Well, I've got plenty
You're the one who's missing out
But you won't notice
Until after five years
If you live that long
You'll wake up
All loveless
I dare you
To take me on
I dare you
To show me your palms
I'm so bored of cowards
Who say what they want
Then they cant handle
Can't handle love

Of course, these songs usually give way to more optimistic numbers, like Modest Mouse's Float On or Grandaddy's Now It's On.

Things always begin to look up.