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Friday, September 22, 2006

Friday Farce: The Light 3000

Sorry no posting - week from hell. And so today just something quick 'n' dirty, too.

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I ain't no The Smiths-fanatic, or S. P. Morrissey-apologist, but I like them well enough. They did some good songs, and they did some dire ones. And when all's said and done, most bands can hope for no better remembrance than that.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (review) - from 1986's The Queen is Dead (allmusic) - is "one of the most touching and romantic songs in the Smiths' discography". German electronica artist Schneider TM tries hard with this version, but end up committing the worst sin of all when it comes to cover-versions: the sin of being pointless. It's.. just.. dull. And pointless.

Schneider TM - The Light 3000 (2.4 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download)

And don't those robot-vocals render the plaintively-despairing sentiment of the original into something nasty. Possibly ironic/sarcastic - who can tell. I hate ironic sarcasm. Bloody jarmans.

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Ha ha ha. The URL for Morrissey ends in *wat. That's awesome.

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NP: Tirath Singh Nirmala - Bluster, Cragg & Awe (Digitalis, 2006)

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comments:

Ouch - dull AND pointless.
Hey, I just found this. Last year when I was researching for an essay I strayed away from my usual literary criticism into the dire fanboy realms of academic popular music writing. Each piece would be ostensibly about some different slice of musical history but would inevitably come to the same crucial point: where the writer admitted that in their view there WAS no and NEVER would be any band better than the Smiths. Every essay, you could see it gradually shifting through Lyotard, Foucault, Gramsci MORRISSEY
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