One of the first conversations TheBrit and I had was on accents (though I’m not sure he remember this, being old and all). For when I would say, “I so do love a Scottish accent,” TheBrit would state something along the lines that he was very fond of Mid-Lothian variations but not so much on Glaswegian. Okay, I could get that. As a native Yank, I could distinguish between someone from Texas and Alabama while a non-native Yank possibly could not. I can, however, distinguish between Irish, Scottish, English and Welsh accents but not necessarily the regional dialects. And that ability to pinpoint out various inflections has more to do with my Anglophile musical and television taste over outright study.

But what is it with the American fascination with accents? My own bland, non-descript voice is not remarkable in the slightest other than it’s husky and low. I don’t have cute diphthongs or cleverly slur vowels together. I don’t chop off consonants or adjust my pitch on specific words. I am known to make adjustments to certain word pronunciations randomly, but as far as accents go, mine is pretty boring and is also pretty fly-over-states American. But I think it is also because of my self-confessed blandness that heightens my fascination with non-American sounds.

And it was during the course of our conversation on accents that TheBrit and I discussed Mockney and the uproar surrounding it in music circles. We were interested in the phenomenon of singers (and bands) who would fake an accent (and to some degree, a life style) in order to become popular. What was is it about Cockney that is so appealing? While it predominates a small geographical area (eastern London), its influence is felt world wide. Even freakin’ Madonna has taken to speaking with a Cockney accent even though ‘ol girl is from Flint, MI. And then there is the case of certain bands, like Bloc Party, who are from East London but are definitely not defined as a Cockney band. But then you have someone like David Bowie who started his career singing in the tone of a perfect public school boy and would later change his singing style to sound more common and of the streets aka Cockney.

In recent years, acts such as Lily Allen, Kate Nash, The Streets, Adele and Damon Albarn (Blur/Gorillaz/The Good, the Bad and the Queen) have come under fire for affecting Mockney inflections in their singing to give themselves a thought of highly desired street cred. The believability that that any of these people are really from the lower working class London is like the U.S. taking Vanilla Ice seriously as someone who came from the ‘hood.

TheBrit and I loved the idea of doing a Mockney theme but the number of artists to truly make it worthwhile is limited and we would end up using the same artists over and over again. And there was another problem — these are legitimate artists and not necessairly one-hit wonders. Damon Albarn is so entrenched world wide in the music industry that you can’t pick up an album these days without his signature on it somewhere. Lily has just dropped a new album which is getting fairly decent radio play. Adele won two Grammy and Kate Nash is doing wonderfully with her solo effort in the U.K. and here in the States. So instead, we decided to choose just one Mockney performer to scrutinize and I chose Kate Nash.

Kate Nash, is it seems one of the more new promising artists these days, was found via her MySpace page and really blew up when Lilly Allen put Kate in her top 8 - so the story goes. And if you scope out Ms. Allen’s top 8 now, you’ll notice a certain young British chanteuse who recently won a Grammy is now encased firmly in Ms. Allen’s top 8. Interesting.

But I digress. Shortly after blowing up on the interwebs, Nash released a few singles on a local indie label before signing to Fiction Records. Her first album, Made of Bricks, was released in the U.K. in August of 2007 and in the U.S. in early 2008. Her second album, as yet untitled, is apparently still in production with release date tentatively set for 2010.

What makes Kate Nash mockney? There are conflicting reports of her birth as several reputable sources place her birth in Dublin and moving to London at a fairly young age while others make the claim she was born and raised in London proper. The only consistency is that Kate was raised in Harrow, a semi-affluent borough located north-west of London. Thus by affecting a cockney delivery in her singing, which is symbolic of the working/lower class of eastern London, is what makes her mockney. She’s been referred to as a third rate third rate Lily Allen (who, herself, was called a third rate Wendy Richard).

Nash is adorable. She’s doesn’t have, really, the sizzling sexy vocal range of Adele or the in your face of Lily Allen, yet she’s a combination of both. She’s playful and fun, much like Allen is but without being so in your face that you want to bitchslap her, something that I tend to want to do after listening to Allen’s albums because Allen’s so-called in-your-face after awhile seems less like using it as a storytelling device and more like a sulky, whiny drama queen. While I like Allen’s music, I can’t listen it to for too long before I want to stab her. True fact.

Nash has the emotional depth of Adele in terms of introspection and story telling while at the same time she comes off more as adorable, approachable girl next door and not the “oh woe is me, I hate you! Don’t leave me!” soulful moodiness of Adele. Nash writes perfect pop songs that are toe tapping, jangly good fun but are not so bubbly and fluffy that they are devoid of meaning nor are they so freakin’ depressing, which Adele’s soulful tunes tend to become after listening to them for an age, that you want to go off and kill yourself.

Take Foundations, which tells the story of a girl in a relationship with a boy who perhaps she shouldn’t be with and she questions the value of their relationship which is all set to a head bopping tune. It aims to provoke a seriousness (introspection in terms of relationship) but it’s difficult to believe the seriousness of said introspection when you’re spending your time bopping around your apartment. But having been in that particular position myself, I can understand Nash’s use of fun to make something that is difficult more palatable. Having grown up in the boom years of Depeche Mode and The Cure, I wonder if I would be quite so moody if there was a Nash equivalent at that time?

Yet, remarkably, Foundations climbed the charts in the U.K. It is not difficult to believe that it has staying power or pop-worthiness but since when did hearing a pop song about the demise of a relationship make one want to blare their radio and dance around their apartment? Apparently, it does.

In Mariella, Nash explores the idea of wanting to be in someone else’s shoes with the narrative swapping between the two persons but with the Mariella verses about the difficulties of being her. We can all agree, perhaps, that there is a time in our lives when we want to be in someone else or when being ourselves can be too burdensome. Children are cruel creatures and if you’re the slightest bit different, there is hell to pay. But what delights Mariella is that while she knows that people don’t necessairly understand her, she knows all the secrets in the world and sometimes that is enough.

Kate Nash may not be the world’s greatest pop star nor will she perhaps light the world on fire with her songwriting but what he does have over most singer/songwriters is the rare mix of honesty and playfulness that makes her songwriting special. Her career will be one to watch in the future and I’m eagerly awaiting her second album.

Kate Nash - official site
Kate Nash - Wikipedia
Kate Nash - Last.fm
Kate Nash - MySpace

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Nearly a year ago (!) when TheBrit and I came upon this idea doing a he-said/she-said music type of blog, it seemed like a really good idea™. But as it tends to be, while not all great ideas make it beyond the planning stages, here we not only got beyond the planning stages we also produced a website that was starting to get some notice. Then we stopped updating with any frequency.

Life™, as it were, got in the way and we’ve kind of fallen to the wayside on discussing, writing and producing content on a subject we both are passionate about: music. And we know this.

Neither of us could have foreseen that I would start to make a name for myself in my education and possibly future career, get engaged and have my man shack up with me nor could we have foreseen that not only did TheBrit and I got a chance to meet and hang out this past summer1, but that he too would fall in love and shack up with woman himself2. Couple with our own work schedules and other committments, TheBrit and I would lament that we needed to get back writing here as soon as time allowed but that time never really came into play.

Now that things have started to settle down and time is more of our own again, individually and with our partners, updating this blog has been pushed back to high priority, beginning in January 2010.

For the rest of the month of December, we will be publishing content that was started and never made live on the blog to get it out of our queue, with also a special Christmas edition of TBaTY to be done sometime within the next week or two. In January, we’ll start publishing on our regular schedule of the he/she said themes bi-weekly, with additional content as reviews, opinions, rants and other goodies coming in at regular intervals.

We’ve missed you guys and hope that you’ve missed us too.
Happy Holidays,
Hugs and Kisses,
TheBrit and TheYank.


1. Our mutual goal was to hang out, drink lots of beer and talk music. This, sadly, did not happen when we met up in June but we did enjoy our time together. We have plans to do this however when TheFiance and I go to visit TheBrit and his woman in Scotland next summer.
2. It sounds suspicious that my engagement and his shacking up with his woman sounds like I’m discussing us in a third-person context, but, I’m not. TheBrit’s girlfriend is a lovely girl, considering they blame me for setting them up, so I’ll take the blame happily.

Edit: Oops, I’m an idiot. Coldplay is apparently having various people front for them across the US and I read Elbow to be at the beginning of the journey not the end, so it actually be Snow Patrol opening for Coldplay in Detroit, not Elbow. Either way, Snow Patrol is terrible in concert and still does not justify the ticket prices.

Recently heard that my future husband Guy Garvey and his band are fronting U2 in the UK and also will be fronting perennial wankfest, Coldplay, on part of their US tour this summer. Coldplay/Elbow are going to be in Detroit one week before my birthday. I thought to myself, “Self! Let’s see how much tickets are so you can go stalk see Elbow play!” I meander over to Ticketbastard and this is what churns out:

Type
2 Full price ticket
Ticket Price
US $97.50 x 2
Convenience Charge
US $14.15 x 2
Building Facility Charge < --- THE VENUE IS OUTSIDE!!!
US $7.50 x 2

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!? I don't know what pisses me off more, the nearly $100 PER ticket for crappy seats or the nearly additional $25 dollars in "fees" that Ticketbastard is adding on (because in addition to the convenience and building charges, there is also an additional traffic fee of $3.00!)!!

We're in a recession.
Michigan has the highest unemployment rate in the U.S.
The cost of two tickets and "fees" equals to my monthly car payment.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!? SRSLY?!
Not fucking happening. Even if I had the cash in hand and that this was chump change -- not happening. I could not morally spend that kind of dosh on tickets to see my favorite band even if they are opening up for a third rate knockoff wanker group. I wouldn't pay that if Elbow was playing solo gigs! Just fucking ridiculous.

I'm all fired up about this, so I'll leave a video of Elbow's song "Newborn," because any song that starts out with, "I'll be a corpse in your bathtub..." is okay by me and will sooth the savage beast inside.

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Woodstock founder plans ’sequel’ .

I’ll just do this point by point so I can get to bed before TheBrit wakes up:

1. The 30 year anniversary concert was a mess, a disaster and a disgrace to the Woodstock mythos.
2. Live 8 was also a disaster — the concept of “free tickets” (as what Lang wants to do) backfired when they were being scalped. The charities did not get the monies promised, the so called “reduction of carbon footprinting” that Lang also claims he wants to make happen was also a huge disaster for Live8.
3. Which brings me to Live Earth. Someone please explain to me how flying from one far flung location to another somehow makes you globally conscious and environmentally aware? Someone also please explain to me how the so-called green intiative that LiveEarth promised were never followed through? Meaning that stories were cropping up that the waste and trash left behind, most of it was not recycled nor was it disposed of properly.

The Woodstock era is gone. I hate to break it to the Boomers, but it’s gone. Just let it go. This is not an era of free love, radical politics, and stopping a senseless war in Vietnam. This is an era of a senseless and POINTLESS war happening in the Middle East, our economy is starting to resemble that of the Depression era, we have people who are homeless, jobless and hungry. Unemployment continues to grow, companies are going under and you want to fucking fund a fucking “free” concert to help continue on the mythos of the Woodstock era using technologies and methods that have been tried before and failed? You want to waste more money and put stress on a city (NYC) that is barely keeping it together? Are you fucking kidding me? You, Mr. “clearly I’m not out to make a quick buck out of this somehow” Lang can go fuck yourself with piece of charred wood. Use that $10M dollars to fund worthwhile projects like music programs for underprivileged kids or start a foundation or give scholarship money to help for school. Help build community support for kids and teens to build into future musicians, artists and creative sorts. Don’t waggle “free concert” with additional bonuses under our noses — that’s just plain mean and downright rude.

And you can go fuck yourself, again.

hugs and kisses,
theyank

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One of the great things I love about the internets is that you find great sources of archival material that you never would have thought would have been captured. Take, for example, the follow video of Hüsker Dü playing in 1981. I was nine when they recorded this (while TheBrit was in secondary school as he is, you know, OLD!), but I like how you can hear influential they would go on to become because you can hear where bands like The Killers, Nirvana, Pixies, Supechunk (and a gazillion others) would pull traces Hüsker Dü’s signature sound.

If you missed it, the song is internal monologue of a serial killer while he is stalking his prey. Nothing like a little rape and knife play to get all warm and fuzzy. Plus I’m greatly enjoying the headband action and pogo’ing of the audience.

A couple of years ago, whilst dating a very mopey boy, I made him a 130+ mp3 mix CD entitled, “Cheer The Fuck Up!”1 The point of the disc, at the time I thought, was to showcase that being upbeat and happy isn’t necessarily a bad thing — you know, it’s kinda of fun!2 Over the years, I would create various and similar themed discs for others and myself, music designed to get fists pumping and car dancing as one drove about town, across state and various points in-between.

When TheBrit and I discussed this week’s theme to coincide with the spring solstice, it seemed fitting that we’d pick songs that would make one want to pump fists in the air, car dance, dance with sheep and just generally get the legs and body moving. Choosing only five songs, with the repertoire now much larger since twee is snarling to be in front and power pop getting more air play, has become that much harder than it was four or five years ago when I made the behemoth 130 song disc. For those of you who know me, a couple of these songs may not surprise you and I think that is because a really good pop song never dies, it just gets remixed and refreshed for the next generation.

Iggy Pop - Lust For Life

Like most of those of my generation3, I fell in love with this song when it was used as the opening theme for the dreamy Ewan McGregor movie, Trainspotting. Of course when the song was originally released, I was five years old and was all about Electric Company and Sesame Street over drugs and flesh machines. But there is something about this song, even with its so vigorous nod to Motown, that over 30 years later it stills sounds remarkably fresh and contemporary. I’ve always had a thing for Iggy ever since I read an article about him in Stuff Magazine in which he talked about the secret for staying so young was daily copious amounts of steak and sex.  Plus the song was co-written by David Bowie, so you know it has some street cred and you can’t help but want to start doing the white guy head bob when it comes on the radio, er mp3 player.

Iggy Pop - official website
Iggy Pop - Last.fm
Iggy Pop and The Stooges - MySpace
Iggy Pop - Lust for Life (Amazon US, Amazon UK, iTunes)

Supergrass - Pumping On Your Stereo

When we began hammering out the details of TBaTY, TheBrit and I decided not to confer with each other on our lists because we wanted to be surprised as to what the other would pick for their songs. Given, however, our similarity in musical taste, I wasn’t too terribly surprised to see Republica’s Ready To Go on his list and neither was he surprised to see this particular song on my list. “That’s a really great song!,” he said. “I know,” I typed smugly. Because why else would I have chosen it if it were not?

I’m not terribly sure how I got into Supergrass but I do rather adore them. I love how they do not take themselves too seriously, think Art Brut crossed with Flight of the Conchords. It was a toss-up between this song and Alright on my short list and I knew that a Supergrass song had to be in the top 5. I went with this song namely because they switch between “Humping” and “Pumping” in the song and the video has their disembodied heads on muppets. But again, the white guy head bob and fist pumping, if I could pogo in my car when this song is playing, I would.

Trivia fact: The guys who directed the video for this song, are also the guys who directed Son of Rambow and Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Supergrass - official website
Supergrass - Last.fm
Supergrass - MySpace
Supergrass - Supergrass is 10 (Amazon US, Amazon UK, iTunes)

Black Kids - I’m Not Going To Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

Discovered this band via NPR’s All Song’s Considered, which has become one of my mainstays of new and upcoming music. I Just. Couldn’t. Get. This. Song. Out. Of. My. Head. I break into spontaneous dancing when the song comes on! It has become my default ringtone on my cell! Take a bunch kids from Florida with an obsession with Robert Smith, Morrissey, cheeky nods to double entendre and tight lyrics and voila! you have the Black Kids. Formed in 2006, self-produced their first EP in 2007 and discovered via MySpace, these “kids” have been making the rounds with their cute, cleverly wordy, overly catchy pop songs. While this song continually makes “Best Of” lists, chances are that unless you are listening to college/alternative radio, you probably haven’t heard of it. Catchy and approachable, Black Kids have not yet made it to mainstream America.

XFM Scotland did a very clever one take video of the station lip synching the song.

Black Kids - official website
Black Kids - Last.fm
Black Kids - MySpace
Black Kids - Partie Traumatic (Amazon US, Amazon UK, iTunes)

Kelly Osbourne - Shut Up

Yes, that Kelly Osbourne — daughter of Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne. That Kelly, infamous for her straight shooting mouth which constantly got her into trouble, Osbourne.

The Osbournes was the only reality television show I watched from start to finish, and really, the only reality television show that I even really liked. It didn’t seem too much stretch of the imagination to discover that Kelly was interested in a pop career or that she was interested in making a name for herself outside of the family. The thing that did strike me as the most surprising is that she would keep at it, releasing vaguely decent albums that would run the gamut from originals to covers. Kelly is never going to be a great chanteuse, mind, but she does have chops to make a somewhat successful career with what she does have. If she stays out of rehab and stops bitch-slapping gossip columnists around London that is.

One of the many reasons why I love this song is that Kelly has, even at the tender age of 18 when the song was released, never censored herself or her words and for that, I will always respect her.

Kelly Osbourne - official website
Kelly Osbourne - Last.fm
Kelly Osbourne - MySpace
Kelly Osbourne - Shut Up (Amazon US, Amazon UK)

The Ting Tings - That’s Not My Name

I had originally envisioned when writing this blog that dashing these entries out would be cake — but rather, they take rather large amounts of time between choosing the songs, to what you’re going to say and then hunting down the links to go with the words. And often, in a case like this week where I had to narrow the list from hundreds to dozens to five songs, I spend an inordinate amount of time listening to the same songs over and over, figuring out why I love X song more so than Y song.

TheBF works from home and as I had spent most of the day listening to music with my headphones on making these harsh cold decisions, he had no idea what I was up to musically. Once he was off his gazillion hour conference call, I pulled the plug on the headphones and let the sound of The Tings Tings filter through our apartment. “Hey!” he said, “I rather like this song.” I looked at him in surprise. TheBF and I are as far away from each other musically as humanly possible — he likes Bob Dylan, Afro-pop and Jazz while I lay money down on Brit-pop, shoegaze, post-rock and twee. For him, happiness is a bluesy song about a guy who is bitching about the loss of his cattle to poachers; while to me, happiness is a new Interpol album.

So when either of us says we like a song that is from a genre we don’t normally dip our toes into, we tend to confirm that indeed said choices are superior.4

The Ting Tings, power-pop/dance duo from Salford, Manchester, UK. One could argue they are Joy Division crossed with Britney Spears — at least as far as influences go. The whole album is filled of similar simply written, catchy pop tunes that make you want to dance — which is their intent. They will never be accused of putting together overly complicated songs that take ages to decipher - which is also their point. But Katie White has an intelligence on her that one doesn’t normally find in dance pop tunes, which makes them a bit different. Either way, I adore them and am vaguely upset they are not coming to Detroit in their current US tour.

The song Great DJ was featured as the trailer for Slumdog Millionaire.

The Ting Tings - official site
The Ting Tings - MySpace
The Ting Tings - Last.fm
The Ting Tings - We Started Nothing (Amazon US, Amazon UK, iTunes)


1. I seem to have a penchant of attracting mopey (meaning introvert, philosophical, insightful, awkward) boys, romantically and platonically. I also find it ironic that what tends to cure them of their mopiness is hot sex and not necessarily with me. Does Conor Oberst know about this cure?
2. The whole wallowing in self-pity, woe is me crap drives me insane. TheBF is the king of curmudgeons and yet, around me, he’s all about peeing rainbows and shitting leprechauns. See 1.
3. Generation X, of course!
4. When, however, he discovered the name of the band was The Ting Tings, TheBF said he wanted to go vomit because he couldn’t believe he could like a band who called themselves “The Ting Tings.” Yeah, I don’t get it either.

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Every year, millions of people grab whatever small sliver of Irish identity they have (or just simply fake it) to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. While the origins of the holiday have now been Hallmarked and Guinness’d1 to death it is the biggest bar night (week, month) of the year with the national past-time of fending off drunken fake Irish girls with cheaply printed pins that say, “Kiss me! I’m Irish!” to crappy Celtic bands that think that by adding “Mc” to everything it’s suddenly Irish.

With that being said, when it became clear that our launch date was to be a week before St. Patrick’s Day, obviously the songs we picked must reflect that spirit and mood. At first we were going to attempt the idea of picking songs that were traditional Irish drinking songs sung by contemporary artists with the sub-rule that the band themselves had to be non-Irish AND were not Dropkick Murphy’s, Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Flogging Molly or the like. Needle in a haystack people, needle in a haystack.

Thus, while TheBrit was getting lost in his cups over moody music (and yelling at me that I could not use Scottish-Celtic influenced bands, the bastard!), I took an alternate route – finding songs that celebrated the modern holiday spirit of St. Patrick’s Day – which of course, is drinking and more drinking, getting drunk and passing out. And with the following bands, everyday is St. Patrick’s Day – and you know what? I’m totally okay with that.

Dropkick Murphy’s – Dirty Glass

I broke my first rule, but you know what, so what? I love this song. I love the slow build up, the call and response between Murphy and Darcy. I love the fact that I want to either get up and start jigging on top of tables, drink whiskey and crash the empty shot glasses to the floor or just basically make a general fool of myself when this song comes on. I adore how the music crescendos back and forth and back again. It’s poppy, it’s fun, it’s light – you know, like the fake drunken Irish girls you’ll meet at the bar this weekend. Is the song about Murphy and Darcy’s relationship as lovers? As drunk and barmaid? Both? Neither? Do we care? Probably not, but one thing is for certain, put on this tune and you’ll want to jump into the fray.

Dirty Glass was not released as a single but it can be found on their album, Blackout, which was released in 2003. While it was their third studio album, it is the first one to chart at #83 on the U.S. charts and they would later have bigger success with later albums.

Dropkick Murphy’s - official website
Dropkick Murphy’s - Last.fm
Dropkick Murphy’s - Blackout (Amazon US, Amazon UK, iTunes)

The Mahones – Drunken, Lazy Bastard

CANADA’S PREMIER IRISH PUNK BAND! Why does it always make me giggle when one adds “Canada” in front of anything? And the worst part is – not only am I a Yank, but I’m also a Canuk!2 Either way, fronted by a real Irishman (Drats! Broke another rule!), this self-penned song is styled in the way of traditional Irish drinking songs – man loves his pints, woman threatens to leave, man continues to go to the pub, woman leaves, man goes to the pub and finds his woman with his cousin! But it’s an upbeat tune complete with tin whistles and fiddles, so you know that in the end, everything will be fine (and as long as your having a pint, cheers to Finny!).

Drunken, Lazy Bastard was originally released on The Mahones first disk, Draggin’ The Days, which is now out of print. You can find the song on Irish Punk Collection, available via Interpunk or on Paint the Town Red, which is available on amazon.com and .co.uk as an import.

The Mahones - official website
The Mahones - MySpace
The Mahones - Last.fm
The Mahones - Paint The Town Red (Amazon US, Amazon UK, iTunes)

Bondo – Fuck You, I’m Drunk

The problem, admittedly with a lot of sub genres of music, is that if the lead singer sounds remotely at all like another lead singer, often there will mismatched and incorrect tagging of the initial band’s song. This is the problem with the song, Fuck You, I’m Drunk which is being purported to have been written and sung by a Chicago-based blues-Celtic band Bondo with apparent evidence going back to 1999 of them singing the song in a bar on their (I think?) website. I say purported and apparent because this IS the Internet and I could crock up a webpage declaring that I wrote War and Peace, but you know what? I want to believe that this little band that no one has really heard of outside of Chicago wrote a song memorable enough that it was apparently covered by bigger and more well-known bands. I like the idea this is the little song that could.

P.S. If anyone knows what happened to Bondo, can you let me know? The information on their garageband page is haphazard, at best.
P.P.S. While the player says “Dropkick Murphy’s,” it really is Bondo as confirmed by numerous people and the recording below is directly taken from their first album, Fistful of Biscuits.

Bondo - official website(?)
Bondo - GarageBand

The Tossers – No Loot, No Booze, No Fun

I’ll admit that I’m a lazy bastard (but unfortunately, not a drunken, lazy bastard at the moment) and when I chose this song, I based it on a quick listen and the title alone, thinking, “Hey! I can research this later!” Of course later, now that I have started writing everything out, I discover this is not a song about drinking and trollops, rather it’s a memorial to Dee Dee Ramone who died of a heroin overdose in 2002.
At first I thought it was a response to Adam Ant’s, “Goody Two-Shoes,” but you know maybe in a way it is; just 20 years down the road. For this song, pour a small bit of your Guinness on the ground for the dead Ramones and other homies.

The song appears on the band’s 2005 album, The Valley of the Shadow of Death. The Tossers are currently on tour.

The Tossers - official site
The Tossers - MySpace
The Tossers - Last.fm
The Tossers - The Valley of the Shadow of Death (Amazon US, Amazon UK, iTunes)

Jimmy George – Token Celtic Drinking Song

One of the reasons I like Los Campesinos! is that they don’t take themselves too seriously and how can you not love a band that has a song called ...And We Exhale and Roll Our Eyes in Unison? I bring this up because when searching the internets for material for this week’s column, the song Token Celtic Drinking Song kept popping up and attributed to various bands all over the place. Any band that uses the word “token” in their song title has sold me (much how LC! sold me on their elite titling powers). And even though 90% of the attribution went back to The Pogues, I decided that as long as it was not Fairytale of New York, I’m totally within my rights to use Token Celtic Drinking Song this week for the theme.

And yet, it turns out that in another case of mistaken identity, Token Celtic Drinking Song has been mistakenly appropriated to The Pogues even though when listening you can clearly tell that is not Shane MacGowan singing. The song, in fact, belongs to a long–defunct Canadian Celtic punk band3, Jimmy George. While the fans discussions over at The Pogue’s fan forums clarifies some of the misunderstandings and but yet, DAMN YOU INTERNETS! Start tagging shit correctly!

The lyrics, are definitely unintelligible (and from research, this is apparently the album version of the song by Jimmy George) and are also not cataloged. The song is fun to listen to and has all the elements of an Irish drinking song including (but not limited to from what I could figure out): the copious mention of whisky, drinking, working class, union cards, women, and I’m sure some fighting is going to happen at some point or another.

Jimmy George - Wikipedia

1. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some Guinness.
2. Dual citizenship and two passports!
3. Mad love to my peeps!

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Quick note after watching Andrew Bird play on the Craig Ferguson show, I did some quick googling to get more of a feel for who Bird is. Even though I’m familiar with his songs, I’m not terribly familiar with his background. I found this quote highly amusing, Bird has stated that, at 22, he found a lot of indie rock and pop music repetitive and boring, but now understands it better.

Damn straight! The irony here is not only is Bird pimp-handing the current genre that feeds him but he’s also right.