Laughing about Architecture

Hey everybody - my apologies for not getting any proper new posts together this week; I've got a few things in the works, so watch this space for more of those blocks of hyperbolic text you so love.

For the lack of anything else to do in the past couple of days - boredom at work becoming terminal since I've eased off my usual obsessive email writing - I have consumed a hell of a lot of music writing, online and elsewhere.

And I've found two brief bits that have actually caused me to chortle out loud and quietly giggle to myself for a while; a rare achievement in record reviews and the like, which have a tendency to be quite dry, and all the more so since I very rarely laugh at anything these days (well, as in, laugh out loud at something deliberately formulated as a joke - I guess I tend to laugh more via the to and fro of a good conversation, or just at random, surreal junk that happens to catch my eye..).

So anyway, first off I laughed at a bit in this month's issue of The Wire, where Byron Coley comments of a new compilation of post-punk obscurities; "The singles represented here barely existed when they were new. Now it's as though they were never more than dreams John Peel had after a particularly large meal."

Secondly, I laughed at how Fluxblog describes a song by Harpers' Bizarre as sounding "so near to bliss as to make the Beach Boys sound like a gang of rampaging thugs".

I love the idea of the Beach Boys as a gang of rampaging thugs. Imagine it; all these guys with their stripy shirts and big grins, totally ripped on speed and just tearing the fuckin place apart while rocking their three-part harmonies... I can see it now. Then they really WOULD have been the best band ever. Pity they went for downers instead, huh?

So here's to more funny, elegantly constructed music writing I guess.

Keep on rockin', and I'll see you next week.