<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:42:04.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ReVued</title><subtitle type='html'>Reviews of anything from music, films and books, to products and services.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-3480760283008467734</id><published>2008-08-11T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:27:18.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We have moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SKCEVaCcTjI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vXaJpN5t_Bc/s1600-h/WeMoved.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SKCEVaCcTjI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vXaJpN5t_Bc/s320/WeMoved.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233328270306201138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often it seems like a good idea to try something new - so we have moved to Wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://revued.wordpress.com/"&gt;Please click here to visit our new site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Rish and Mohan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-3480760283008467734?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://revued.wordpress.com' title='We have moved'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/3480760283008467734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=3480760283008467734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/3480760283008467734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/3480760283008467734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-here.html' title='We have moved'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SKCEVaCcTjI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vXaJpN5t_Bc/s72-c/WeMoved.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-7316598282482014863</id><published>2008-07-09T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:15:53.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MGMT: Oracular Spectacular</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SDBspOgszoI/AAAAAAAAARU/u_QmlcqRpnc/s1600-h/mgmt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201777025138609794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SDBspOgszoI/AAAAAAAAARU/u_QmlcqRpnc/s320/mgmt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MGMT: Oracular Spectacular&lt;br /&gt;Released: 10th March 2008 (Sony BMG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMT are probably best described as a "psychedelic pop duo". From New York, and featuring the talents of Ben Goldwasser and Andrew Van Wyngaarden, this is an album featuring synths, guitars, falsetto vocals and a generally swirly sound contributing to a decent set of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with so many debut albums these days, "Oracular Spectacular" starts off strongly with the first song being the recent single "Time to Pretend". This is followed by the strong sequence of "Weekend Wars", "The Youth" and "Electric Feel", and by this stage you will know whether you like this kind of thing or not (probably a good thing as the album does tail off a little towards the end). If you haven't heard any of the songs yet, and you are unsure about whether it is worth £9 (or however much) of your hard-earned cash, then I can give you a clue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you like Mercury Rev and the Flaming Lips, you will probably like MGMT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common denominator is, of course, the work of Dave Fridmann, who co-produces "Oracular Spectacular" with the band. Although I think Flaming Lips have a lot of charisma, and along with Mercury Rev have done some brilliant individual songs, I have never really felt that either band really manages to maintain enough consistency to sustain a whole album at a time; however, "Oracular Spectacular" is a short album at just over 40 minutes, which helps to prevent it from dragging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, this album provides an excellent accompaniment to my regular journeys up and down the M42; it is certainly not as dark as Mercury Rev can be, nor as obscure as some of Flaming Lips' moments, and it is this poppiness that makes it an enjoyable listen. 7.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;: I originally drafted this review a few weeks ago, and I have to report that the album is really growing on me - I think it gets better with every listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can view some of their videos on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/mgmtmusic"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;; in the meantime, here are the band performing "Time to Pretend" on "Later with Jools Holland":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e4FPlH__vvY&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-7316598282482014863?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.whoismgmt.com/' title='MGMT: Oracular Spectacular'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/7316598282482014863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=7316598282482014863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/7316598282482014863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/7316598282482014863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/05/mgmt-oracular-spectacular.html' title='MGMT: Oracular Spectacular'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SDBspOgszoI/AAAAAAAAARU/u_QmlcqRpnc/s72-c/mgmt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-4086101945243856867</id><published>2008-06-22T17:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:49:01.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Car review: Hyundai Coupe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SF58SaBdZAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qHrRyHCYkN4/s1600-h/coupe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SF58SaBdZAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qHrRyHCYkN4/s400/coupe3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214742074206544898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SF58DuR2RwI/AAAAAAAAATs/Yc_31xpLVTI/s1600-h/sc00081ef6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parkers.co.uk/cars/reviews/hyundai/coupe-1996.aspx"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hyundai Coupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (2000-2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.0SE Auto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purchased May 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This review refers to the facelifted version of the Mk1 Hyundai Coupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good points:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks &lt;/strong&gt;- a bit like Marmite, you love it or you hate it. My Coupe was in black, so with the twin headlights looked sleek and aggressive. One person commented that it was not dissimilar to the &lt;a href="http://uk.gizmodo.com/1995%20batmobile.jpg"&gt;Batmobile&lt;/a&gt;, another said it was a little bit like &lt;a href="http://neilbeynon.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/real-kitt-start-scene-754563.jpg"&gt;KITT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Image &lt;/strong&gt;- Hyundai is not exciting enough to command too much attention from the boy racers, but it still has something exciting about it for the discerning punter like myself ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost &lt;/strong&gt;- Hyundai Coupes are not expensive; mine cost less than £5k, and that was more expensive because of the automatic gearbox. You can even pick up a nearly new SIII (the newest model) for just over £10k. The insurance is not prohibitive either. Hyundai also introduced a 5-year warranty a few years ago, so you can get a second-hand one that would still have a decent amount of warranty left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comfort&lt;/strong&gt; - with leather bucket seats, a great driving position, cruise control, electric windows and sunroof, this is a pleasure to sit in (at least if you are in the front - headroom for rear passengers is not great).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The drive &lt;/strong&gt;- it doesn't actually drive like a sports car (it is front wheel drive for a start), but it is very smooth, with the automatic gearchange barely noticeable. It is more suited to cruising than racing, I liked to set the cruise control at about 75mph (sorry Officer, I meant 70mph!), and glide along on the motorway. If you need a little extra juice to overtake, it only takes a little squirt of the throttle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the things that are not so good:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As with any ageing car, it is worth checking the &lt;strong&gt;service history &lt;/strong&gt;and paperwork before buying. Although it is not a sports car, I had a nagging feeling that previous owners had driven less than conservatively.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Electrics &lt;/strong&gt;- although all the instruments worked fine, I got through about four or five headlight bulbs in a year, and then, rather disastrously the Electronic Control Unit (ECU) failed. Fortunately, when I bought the car, I managed to get an after-market 12-month warranty thrown in, so got the ECU replaced at no extra cost (it would otherwise have cost about £500-600 for parts and labour).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rear headroom &lt;/strong&gt;- if your passengers are taller than about 5'3", they will find themselves cramped in the back, due to the raking rear window (although the legroom is fine).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MPG &lt;/strong&gt;- the official figures (according to &lt;a href="http://www.parkers.co.uk/cars/specs/Detail.aspx?deriv=18648"&gt;Parkers&lt;/a&gt;) is 29mpg on the combined cycle. Like most people, a decent amount of my driving is stop-start on the way to work, so it wasn't cheap on fuel. As of May 2008 (fuel at about 105p per litre), £50 of fuel would last for about 300 miles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I like this car? I &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;it, although I recently downsized to a &lt;a href="http://www.seatperformance.co.uk/offers/ibiza/ppointsport/default.aspx"&gt;Seat Ibiza&lt;/a&gt; 1.4, as the Hyundai was eight years old and had a decent number of miles on the clock - the Seat is working out OK, not as torque-y, but much cheaper on fuel, tax and insurance. However, as a driver, there is little comparison - the Hyundai was comfortable, smooth and has good torque (if not lots of power) and a decent gearchange. On top of that, it looked good. Definitely my favourite car that I have owned. 8/10.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SF58DuR2RwI/AAAAAAAAATs/Yc_31xpLVTI/s1600-h/sc00081ef6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SF58DuR2RwI/AAAAAAAAATs/Yc_31xpLVTI/s320/sc00081ef6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214741821945956098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-4086101945243856867?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/4086101945243856867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=4086101945243856867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/4086101945243856867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/4086101945243856867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/06/car-review-hyundai-coupe.html' title='Car review: Hyundai Coupe'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SF58SaBdZAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qHrRyHCYkN4/s72-c/coupe3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-6767214916731525544</id><published>2008-06-22T17:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:27:14.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nottingham Forest New Home Kit 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SF59VqBx1CI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xzY2K4H1mLs/s1600-h/nothingham_forest_08_09_home_umbro_kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SF59VqBx1CI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xzY2K4H1mLs/s200/nothingham_forest_08_09_home_umbro_kit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214743229554086946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak previews are now available of Nottingham Forest's new home kit for the forthcoming season. You can find out what I think by visiting the &lt;a href="http://nottingham-forest.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-kit-preview.html"&gt;Nottingham Forest blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-6767214916731525544?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nottingham-forest.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-kit-preview.html' title='Nottingham Forest New Home Kit 2008'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/6767214916731525544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=6767214916731525544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/6767214916731525544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/6767214916731525544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/06/nottingham-forest-new-home-kit-2008.html' title='Nottingham Forest New Home Kit 2008'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SF59VqBx1CI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xzY2K4H1mLs/s72-c/nothingham_forest_08_09_home_umbro_kit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-5035646473305223721</id><published>2008-06-05T16:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:28:35.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Review: Athlete/Delays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SEgNJY9837I/AAAAAAAAASs/lnuRE8LuM_Q/s1600-h/Delays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208427424026255282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SEgNJY9837I/AAAAAAAAASs/lnuRE8LuM_Q/s320/Delays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Athlete/Delays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nottinghamcity.gov.uk/www/citypulse/"&gt;City Pulse Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nottingham, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24th May 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Bank Holiday weekend where the sun is out, a free festival featuring one of my favourite bands, does it get much better than this? The festival actually spread across the whole weekend, but Saturday was the "indie" day, with some local and up-and-coming bands preceding Elliot Minor, before &lt;a href="http://www.thedelays.co.uk/"&gt;Delays&lt;/a&gt; took to the stage, followed by headliners &lt;a href="http://www.athlete.mu/"&gt;Athlete&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have followed Delays since I lived in London in 2003 - Xfm were playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long Time Coming&lt;/span&gt; on fairly heavy rotation, and I was inspired enough to invest in the debut album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faded Seaside Glamour&lt;/span&gt;, and its 2006 follow-up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You See Colours&lt;/span&gt;. Delays are often bracketed as psychedelic-indie pop; this was true on the basis of the first album, although the second disc was a lot more electro-pop. The gig was part of the promotion for their new album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything's The Rush&lt;/span&gt;, which I have yet to get hold of (actually, I didn't even know it was out until about a week before the gig).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered whether they would be able to transfer their sound onto the live stage, and they did not disappoint. Aaron Gilbert, often described as the "keyboard whizz", actually stands behind a sequencer, which means that he can control the keyboard sounds, including the soaring strings that characterise much of Delays' songbook. Opening with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long Time Coming&lt;/span&gt;, the start of the gig was unfortunately hampered by the fact that lead vocalist Gregg Gilbert's microphone was not turned up high enough, a problem shared with bass player Colin Fox, whose backing vocals were equally inaudible. Thankfully this problem was rectified during second song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Town's Religion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a familiar start, Delays then started playing some of the new songs, comprising a good two-thirds of the set. Delays are distinctive because of Gregg's vocals, which veer between a gravelly rasp and a sweet falsetto (it was months before I found out that he wasn't a girl!), but Aaron shares lead duties on a couple of the new songs. The new songs are more obviously commercial than the old stuff, which tonight included &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hideaway&lt;/span&gt;, a storming rendition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and Me&lt;/span&gt; (much stronger than the album version), and set closer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt; (an absolutely brilliant song which you might know from Match of the Day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I suppose I am biased, I was really impressed with Delays - they were tight, the rhythm section of Colin Fox and Rowly were impeccable and also looked cool, and they seemed to enjoy themselves, despite a relatively lukewarm audience (largely due to the fact that not many people had heard of them!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SEgHTo9836I/AAAAAAAAASk/ur5Kk7Vtomk/s1600-h/Delays.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After a wait of an hour or so, Athlete came on and had more support from the crowd. I am a casual fan of the band - I liked a couple of the singles from the first record, I bought the second album, but paid little attention to the last CD. They largely played the greatest hits, opening with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half Light&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tourist&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Got the Style&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurricane&lt;/span&gt; getting a good reception - as expected, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wires&lt;/span&gt; provided the lighters in the air, standing on the shoulders type-moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twenty Four Hours&lt;/span&gt;, Athlete were good value for money (or at least they would have been if anyone had to pay!). Although they are not quite my thing (Joel Potts' voice can grate on some songs), they are a very good live band; tight (despite having a stand-in bass player - regular Carey Willetts was on paternity leave) and putting in a decent amount of energy for a gig that falls steadfastly between albums. I particularly liked the contribution of sticks-man Steve Roberts, but I always was a fan of drummers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget the reason that we were here - a free music festival, laid on by Nottingham City Council with support from BBC Radio Nottingham and their music champion Dean Jackson (who is a judge for the Mercury Prize you know!). If I was to give marks out of ten, Athlete would get 7, Delays 9 and the gig itself would also get 9 - a great initiative to give music, for free, back to the people. Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have put together a photo gallery from the day - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nffcrish/sets/72157605446402600/show/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click here to view the slideshow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. If you hover over the picture and click on the "i", you will also see some explanatory captions.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-5035646473305223721?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/5035646473305223721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=5035646473305223721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/5035646473305223721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/5035646473305223721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/06/live-review-athletedelays.html' title='Live Review: Athlete/Delays'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SEgNJY9837I/AAAAAAAAASs/lnuRE8LuM_Q/s72-c/Delays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-3721497388452988754</id><published>2008-05-18T16:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:29:31.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric Clapton: The Autobiography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SDBY9ugszmI/AAAAAAAAARE/-mCuCB69PgU/s1600-h/eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SDBY9ugszmI/AAAAAAAAARE/-mCuCB69PgU/s320/eric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201755387093372514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Published 9th October 2007&lt;br /&gt;(Century Press)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Clapton is a complex figure, revered by many, famously cast as "God" by some London graffiti-artists, and whose life has been played out in public since he was a teenager. My first gig, at the age of 12, was to see Clapton at the Royal Albert Hall, so when his autobiography was released I looked forward to learning a bit more about the man himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I learn much? Well, yes, but not in the way you might expect. Sure, there is an account of the way that young "Rick" learnt that his "Mum and Dad" were in fact his grandparents; he recounts the acquisition of his first couple of guitars; he even tells some of his reckless pursuit and subsequent marriage to Patti Boyd. However, by the time the book moves onto the later years, most notably the tragic death of his four year old son Conor, and the happier times that he now shares with his wife and young daughters, I found myself feeling curiously dissatisfied as a reader; I can't help feeling I learnt more about Clapton from the things he doesn't say, as the things he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious example is the way he skirts over many issues, such as recounting tales of excessive drinking and drug abuse but refusing to dwell on the moment, or any of the consequences (the time he rolled his car over while driving home drunk is a fine example). Equally, if you want to get under the skin of Eric as a musician, it is nigh-on impossible; he mentions a lot of blues musicians that he likes, admires, and in some cases has tried to copy, but does not mention much of his own skill and hard graft in learning the instrument or writing songs. If I was to write an account of an average day in the same style as this book, it would read much like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The alarm went off at 7am, then I got up and made a cup of tea and some toast. Then I ate it and brushed my teeth. I got to work by car, then I turned my computer on and checked my emails. Jane was in the office, so I chatted to her, and also to Jenny and Andy. At lunchtime I went to the canteen and got a sandwich, then I made another cup of tea and before I knew it, it was time to go home again. At home, I sat down before having pie and chips for dinner, and then I watched TV and it was time for bed&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is lacking in feeling, expression and merely feels like a factual account, save for Clapton's willingness to name-drop. He talks about his many celebrity friends, such as various Beatles and Stones, as well as blues musicians. However, as you might expect, the nearest that he comes to humility is when he addresses the death of Conor, and this is partly because he contrasts his own subdued reactions to those of Conor's Italian grandmother; cultural barriers notwithstanding, this really tells its own story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it is a bad book, in fact, Clapton's life features many intriguing episodes and characters; however, I am not sure that Eric himself was the best person to write it. I am sure he would be the first to admit that his primary talent (and mode of expression) comes through the six strings, and unfortunately he is clearly no writer. Clapton is credited as the author on this book, and although a lot of subjects get criticised for their use of ghost writers, I think this book cries out for some proper editing at the very least, and if I was being harsh, would have been better ghost-written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing this review, I checked out what others have to say about the book on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/1846051606/30000556-21/?m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;:  although most give him a good star rating, and praise him for his honesty in raising many subjects (it cannot be easy to talk honestly about family issues, bereavement, rehab and sexual inadequacy), many also comment on the lack of depth that I have referred to above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way I can describe this book is as a good catalogue of the events in Clapton's life; he is painfully honest about many of the factual occurrences, but fails to discuss his own thoughts and feelings (other than the occasional bout of guilt). The amateur psychologist in me would suggest that it is symptomatic of a man who has spent much of his life struggling to face up to harsh realities and addictions, but the critic in me would counter that by saying that people read autobiographies to learn more (much more) about the subject. It is on the latter count that this particular volume falls short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/10 for effort, 5/10 for execution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-3721497388452988754?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/1846051606/30000556-21/?m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE' title='Eric Clapton: The Autobiography'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/3721497388452988754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=3721497388452988754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/3721497388452988754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/3721497388452988754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/05/eric-clapton-autobiography.html' title='Eric Clapton: The Autobiography'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SDBY9ugszmI/AAAAAAAAARE/-mCuCB69PgU/s72-c/eric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-8129615062165078231</id><published>2008-05-10T10:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:17:32.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Bruges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WYNXSuQNb-g/SCVsDaeHb9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RMKBPi1BM_E/s1600-h/In_bruges_post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WYNXSuQNb-g/SCVsDaeHb9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RMKBPi1BM_E/s320/In_bruges_post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198680150770151378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starring: Colin Farrell, Brendan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gleeson&lt;/span&gt;, Ralph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fiennes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Director: Martin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McDonagh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Format: Currently on release in cinemas since 18/04/2008&lt;br /&gt;Certificate: 18 (VERY Strong Language and Strong Violence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ought to mention straight off the bat that if this review were to have a tabloid style headline, it would be something like "COLIN FARRELL IN GOOD ACTING PERFORMANCE SHOCKER". My sincere apologies to all Colin fans out there, but personally, I'm not a big fan. He's tolerable in some things; Minority Report (where he puts on a very convincing American accent), Phone Booth (hardly the stuff of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RSC&lt;/span&gt; but a perfectly functional performance), but frankly awful in other things (Daredevil anybody?.. no, thought not). Imagine my surprise then dear readers when I sat down with the missus to watch In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt;,  only to find that the guy is actually a pretty decent actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrell plays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hitman&lt;/span&gt; Ray, who, along with his friend and fellow assassin Ken (the brilliant Brendan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gleeson&lt;/span&gt;), are sent to the beautiful Belgian town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; by their boss Harry (Ralph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fiennes&lt;/span&gt;) following a job that goes horribly wrong. Their instructions are simple; hang out there for up to 2 weeks laying low and sightseeing and await a call from Harry who will inform them of what to do next. Ray is less than enthusiastic at the prospect of hanging out in "F*****' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt;" (his words not mine), whilst Ken relishes the prospect of spending time in a picturesque town with so much history in it. Whilst awaiting the call from Harry, Ray and Ken wax lyrical about life and death, particularly in the context of the botched job which plays heavily on Ray's mind. Eventually, Harry calls, revealing exactly what is to happen next. It would be remiss of me to reveal anything more than that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;plotwise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; is the first feature film by director Martin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McDonagh&lt;/span&gt;, whose previous directorial experience netted him an Academy Award for Best Short Film for the...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... short film Six Shooter, also starring Brendan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gleeson&lt;/span&gt;. I've not seen it, but have read a plot synopsis of it, and boy is it dark. Well, if you like your comedy served very very black with a side order of VERY bad language garnished with a liberal amount of the red stuff, then chances are you will like In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; a lot. But above all these things, the thing that stands out above all else is the script. This is an extremely well-written film which despite liberal  inclusion of The Worst Word in the English Language (TM) actually does have something to say about the state of the world we live in. It is clear that writer/director Martin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;McDonagh&lt;/span&gt; has a less than favourable view of the world, and indeed, whilst In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; is in many places laugh out loud funny, with some of the most quotable lines in recent memory ("You can't give horse tranquilisers to a midget for f**** sakes"), there is very little in the film that will leave you feeling that all is right with the world. That is not to say however, that In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; is a depressing experience. Far from it. As stated, there are many laugh out loud moments, and the chemistry between Colin Farrell and Brendan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Gleeson&lt;/span&gt; is evident from the moment they are on screen together. Both put in excellent performances, with Brendan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gleeson&lt;/span&gt; for me giving the best performance of the film. Ken is an extremely world-weary character who seems too decent an individual to do what he does for a living, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Gleeson's&lt;/span&gt; performance is so good that he makes Ken about as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;likeable&lt;/span&gt; and sympathetic as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hitman&lt;/span&gt; can be.&lt;br /&gt;As well as the two central performances, Ralph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Fiennes&lt;/span&gt; also acquits himself well as Harry, who turns up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; later on in the film to sort a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;fings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;aht&lt;/span&gt; (that was 'sort a few things out'. sorry it's hard to write Cockney). Harry is considerably less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;likeable&lt;/span&gt; than Ken and Ray, but is himself not without hidden depths which is particularly evident at the film's climax. Indeed, there is perhaps even an argument for almost sympathising with the job he is faced with in the film and it would perhaps be somewhat inaccurate to call him the villain of the piece as such. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Fiennes's&lt;/span&gt; performance invokes memories of Ben Kingsley's riotous turn as crime boss Don Logan in Jonathan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Glazer's&lt;/span&gt; very enjoyable Brit crime flick Sexy Beast, although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Fiennes's&lt;/span&gt; performance is perhaps not quite on that level. It will be seen that Harry is in many ways a bit of a stereotypical East End criminal and this may or not get on your nerves depending on your mood at the time. Personally, I quite like Ralph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Fiennes&lt;/span&gt; so found him perfectly watchable here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I enjoyed In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; immensely. The film is almost 2 hours long but felt at least half that length which has to be a good sign. Belgians or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Belgiophiles&lt;/span&gt; may see the film as a slur on the country and perhaps understandably, but for every negative comment Farrell's Ray makes on the place, there are enough positive comments from Ken and Harry which I think balance things out and prevent the movie from being overtly offensive. If the film was called In Hyderabad (the city in India where my family all come from), and had the exact same dialogues as In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; had, I personally don't think I would find it too offensive.&lt;br /&gt;The film is not entirely without its minus points though. Whilst I accept that bad language is part and parcel of films involving underworld characters, some of the language does verge on the gratuitous (in my opinion, almost any use of the Worst Word in the English Language TM is unnecessary). Also, the introduction of a rudimentary love interest for Farrell's Ray could for me have been trimmed a bit, but it is not entirely irrelevant to the plot and is not a major shortcoming of the film. These things aside, the performances are of a high standard, the script is dark but witty and at times laugh out loud funny, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; is clearly a beautiful town and provides a lovely backdrop against which the often grim events of the film unfold. On the basis of In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt;, writer/director Martin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;McDonagh&lt;/span&gt; could well be One to Watch for the future, and if he casts Brendan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Gleeson&lt;/span&gt; in all future projects, that would be perfectly fine with me. Those who feel that the world is a less than wholesome place to live and raise a family in will be unlikely to have their views altered even remotely by the film, and I think that was very much the point. Nevertheless, In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; is by no means depressing, and the bad language and violence in no way detract from the performances and the real star of the show: the script, which is sharp, witty, hilarious and, at times even thought provoking. Highly Recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Mark: 8.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-8129615062165078231?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/8129615062165078231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=8129615062165078231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/8129615062165078231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/8129615062165078231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-bruges.html' title='In Bruges'/><author><name>Mohan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431606733488506185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WYNXSuQNb-g/SCVsDaeHb9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RMKBPi1BM_E/s72-c/In_bruges_post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-4255484732512630589</id><published>2008-05-09T11:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:59:15.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy-Go-Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WYNXSuQNb-g/SCQq_KeHb8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/fyurmHZBOII/s1600-h/Happy_go_lucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WYNXSuQNb-g/SCQq_KeHb8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/fyurmHZBOII/s320/Happy_go_lucky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198327134523191234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starring: Sally Hawkins, Eddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marsan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Mike Leigh&lt;br /&gt;Format: Currently on release at selected cinemas since 18/04/2008.&lt;br /&gt;Certificate: 15 (Strong language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A big hi to everyone who' reading this blog and many apologies for the inordinately lengthy pause between my inaugural review and this one. I was entirely preoccupied with completion of my PhD thesis but have a bit of time off now before embarking on some revisions to my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to this review. Happy-Go-Lucky is the latest film from highly-acclaimed British director/auteur Mike Leigh, and follows the life of Poppy (Sally Hawkins), a primary school teacher whose temperament and outlook on life is essentially... yes you've guessed it... happy-go-lucky. She hasn't a bad word to say about anybody and cannot resist chatting to every stranger she meets (often to their chagrin) as she goes about her business. The basic premise of the film involves Poppy's decision to jettison her bicycle in favour of a car, and thus begins to take driving lessons with Scott (Eddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marsan&lt;/span&gt;), an instructor with an entirely different world view to Poppy. It is her interactions with Scott, as well as her siblings and co-workers, that are detailed in this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this film was a bit of a curate's egg. I must admit straight off the bat that including this one, I have only ever seen three of Mike Leigh's films, the other two being Secrets and Lies and All or Nothing. Both I found to be excellent pieces of work from a clearly exceptionally talented film-maker and I was looking forward to more of the same. And Happy-Go-Lucky delivers... but not on all counts. The quality of the film is undeniable, particularly evident in the acting performances which are first-rate and, most importantly for me, real. These are real people who we have probably all met at some point in our lives. Scott the driving instructor reminded me of a now ex-friend for example and every time he was on screen I could not help but imagine that this is how this ex-friend would turn out come middle-age. Similarly, those who watch Happy-Go-Lucky will no doubt have come across a Poppy at some point in their lives also. Which leads me on to my main criticism of the film; Poppy herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For at least half the film, I can but use one word to describe her: ANNOYING. Whilst she is an unfeasibly decent individual, Poppy is at times simply exhausting (Note that I am referring to the character and not the performance by Sally Hawkins which is excellent). To be happy and full of the joys of spring is one thing; but to come across like a chimpanzee with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; is quite another. This is particularly evident during the driving lesson scenes, in which on a number of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occassions&lt;/span&gt;, she is berated by her instructor Scott for mucking about instead of actually focusing on the road. Whilst Scott is an obnoxious character whose world view I certainly did not agree with, I also found myself sympathising with his exasperation with a pupil who seemed less interested in learning to drive safely and more with reacting to every comment and instruction with an inane grin and an equally inane comment of her own. Indeed, at one point, Scott expresses in no uncertain terms his absolute bewilderment at how such an immature individual would be put in charge of educating children, and at the time, I thought he was not ENTIRELY incorrect in his view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Mike Leigh balances showcasing Poppy's life outside of school hours by showing the way in which she works and interacts with her pupils. And the school scenes were for me a real highlight of the film. Poppy is a simply brilliant teacher. She is inspiring, fun and most importantly, very conscientious. The last quality is shown beautifully during the film when Poppy steps in to help an extremely unhappy pupil, and such scenes are interestingly juxtaposed with the somewhat grating manner in which Poppy conducts herself in everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be noted that the majority of this review centres around the main character, but this is because Happy-Go-Lucky is entirely Poppy's story. She is in every scene in the film, and, in actuality, pretty much every FRAME of the film. For me, one's enjoyment of the film centres around the issue of how tolerable one finds Poppy herself. And it is here that I come to a cross-roads. Basically, I suppose I could say that I liked Poppy. She is clearly a warm hearted person, and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;todays&lt;/span&gt; highly cynical age where getting a hello out of a shopkeeper is in itself an ordeal, it is certainly commendable for Mike Leigh to make a film about a character who is far more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PMA&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PMT&lt;/span&gt;, particularly given the more serious nature of his main body of work. However, this for me did not alter the fact that I found the central character to be rather annoying on more than one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;occassion&lt;/span&gt;, and this left me wondering what Mike Leigh was trying to convey through Poppy. Was he trying to bemoan the more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cynicised&lt;/span&gt; world that we live in today whilst also lamenting the lack of more people like Poppy, or was he trying to show that whilst it is great that people like Poppy may wish to make everybody happy, this is an unrealistic goal and one that may often result in a lack of awareness about what makes others the way they are. Chances are, Mike Leigh was thinking about neither of these things, and I know not what I am talking about. But these are the questions that this reviewer found himself asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for whether I would recommend the film, I would, all in all, say yes. Mike Leigh is a great director, and this is a very simple but very well made film. The fact that the central character got on my nerves on a number of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;occassions&lt;/span&gt; should not detract from this, as Sally Hawkins gives a great performance supported ably by the rest of the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall mark: 7/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-4255484732512630589?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/4255484732512630589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=4255484732512630589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/4255484732512630589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/4255484732512630589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-go-lucky.html' title='Happy-Go-Lucky'/><author><name>Mohan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431606733488506185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WYNXSuQNb-g/SCQq_KeHb8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/fyurmHZBOII/s72-c/Happy_go_lucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-3090525671133122892</id><published>2008-04-27T14:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:26:36.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Skins: Series 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SBSZi96-hyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Bi06_Kr4Pfk/s1600-h/160x120_skins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SBSZi96-hyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Bi06_Kr4Pfk/s400/160x120_skins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193945096281556770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E4/Channel 4, February - April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me also know that I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skins&lt;/span&gt;. The first series spoke to me in a way that no other TV show had done for some time, despite accusations from my peers that I am "too old" to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second series follows the same formula of following a group of friends, with specific episodes ostensibly focusing on specific characters (although arguably in a looser fashion than in the first series).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with my review of the first series, it would be remiss of me to give away too much of the plot, if you haven't seen it yet. Suffice to say, much of the drama still centres on Tony (do not assume from this that he is alive and well after his accident at the end of Series 1), Sid and Michelle, with greater roles for Maxxie, Effy, Jal and Chris. The cameos from the "adults" continue apace, with welcome appearances from Bill Bailey and the wonderful Mark Heap, amongst others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series does have a different feel from the first one. There is more to this than sex and drugs, although there continues to be plenty of both, with every major cast member getting their kit off to a greater or lesser extent; I know that Mitch Hewer and Nicholas Hoult both have legions of female fans, and they will not be disappointed. The issues explored are much darker and "grown-up" than the first series, although bordering on Grange Hill style cliches at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know what happens, there are plenty of sites which can tell you; all I will say is that there are two deaths and plenty of genuine grief, and that this will be the last series with the current cast. This decision has apparently met with derision on forums and messageboards, but seems perfectly logical to me; the series ends with the gang saying their goodbyes as they leave college, so it would be difficult to sustain the current format with the same cast. I also do not mind the idea of freshening it up a bit - whether it works or not remains to be seen. It is not giving too much away to reveal that the closing scene shows that Effy will be a mainstay of the next series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, this series was perhaps less enjoyable than the debut season, but that is not a bad thing - it shows the greater emphasis on plot and issues, sometimes at the expense of the laughs that peppered the first series. If I had to choose, I would again pick Chris as my favourite character; by far the greatest comedian, with a heartbreaking background story (and once again, it is Chris' story that is most likely to be the tear-jerker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, not as good as the first season, but still, in comparison to the other dramas on television, a worthy show with great acting from the young cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/theguide/columnists/story/0,,2253804,00.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for a review by Charlie Brooker in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;warning&lt;/span&gt;, this contains a spoiler for the first episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Please note: I have not been able to post a link to the official E4 Skins site, as every time I try to access it, it makes my browser crash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-3090525671133122892?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/3090525671133122892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=3090525671133122892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/3090525671133122892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/3090525671133122892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/04/skins-series-2.html' title='Skins: Series 2'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/SBSZi96-hyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Bi06_Kr4Pfk/s72-c/160x120_skins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-3979736177525255755</id><published>2008-03-03T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T04:16:08.502Z</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Pilgrim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R6mVMf25SMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Coa_kzf-Qew/s1600-h/70peter_owen_jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R6mVMf25SMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Coa_kzf-Qew/s320/70peter_owen_jones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163822489699698882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/pressoffice/pressreleases/stories/2007/07_july/30/pilgrim.shtml"&gt;Extreme Pilgrim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC Two, January 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(with apologies for the late review!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This excellent three-part documentary tracks Church of England vicar Peter Owen-Jones (pictured) as he searches for the meaning of spirituality by exploring different (and, as the title suggests, extreme) religious practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first episode provided a real impact as our intrepid presenter joined a group of Shaolin monks in their remote monastery in the Far East. I have to confess that I did not see all of this episode, but the sheer physical exertion of the monks sticks in the memory. For Peter, it was almost like joining a military boot camp; he did not seem terribly unfit, but he is a 49 year old man who admits to liking a beer and too many cigarettes. Nonetheless, his first morning saw him stretching his body to the point of being physically sick. It seems as though the Shaolin monks demonstrate their devotion to God through the practice of physical discipline, including a daring, almost death-defying display of physical movement by one of the monks on a sloping roof overlooking a cliff-face with a sheer drop of hundreds of feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second programme saw Peter in India, where he visited the Sadhus at a religious gathering in which the holy men first congregate in groups to offer religious and spiritual advice to their followers, many dusting themselves with ash from the holy fire, before getting up to bath in the sacred waters of the Ganges. This latter activity involved the spectacle of a stampede of men, ranging in age from their thirties to their eighties, stampeding naked towards the river - not for the faint-hearted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of this programme was far more revealing, as Peter made a pilgrimage to the foothills of the mountains to live as a holy man for a week. After a long journey, the local villagers (simple, agricultural peasants) welcomed him by bringing gifts. To me, this showed an important cultural dimension of India that is sometimes hard for us in the West to get used to: people are often very fatalistic, and simply accept their place in the social and economic hierarchies. Peter said that he felt guilty that he had to accept the gifts and could offer little in return. He could not communicate with the villagers as they spoke no English, but the film crews translated some of them as saying that it was simply what they do when the Sadhu is in attendance (although it was a little surprising that he was a white man this time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final part of the series saw Peter travel to the desolate plains of northern Africa, to serve as a Christian priest in isolation. Again, this was very revealing in its expose of the contrasts of modern Western lifestyles, in comparison to the meagre existence of the priests of this denomination, who demonstrate their devotion by living in complete isolation, halfway up a dry and dusty mountainside, pausing only to pray. Prior to going up to his post, Peter revealed that he separated from his wife, and finds it difficult that he no longer gets to see his children every day. This became particularly poignant in the early stages of his isolation, where armed with a camcorder, Peter recorded his struggle to come to terms with not having anyone to talk to, and little stimulation other than the mantra-like prayers that he had to recite, plus the demons of his own thoughts. And yet, the final third of his stay saw him visibly less tense, and his movements, body language and verbal communication suggested that the contemplative time and prayers were helping him demonstrate his devotion to God, as well as coming to terms with some of the more difficult challenges posed by modern life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a great deal I can add, other than to apologise for any factual inaccuracies - it is now over a month since the series was shown, and I am writing from memory. Peter Owen-Jones is a likeable host, clearly dedicated to his task. While this was clearly a personal journey for a man who was seeking ideas about ways of life outside of his parish existence, he also brought the viewer on a journey that was both mentally and emotionally stimulating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-3979736177525255755?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bbc.co.uk/pressoffice/pressreleases/stories/2007/07_july/30/pilgrim.shtml' title='Extreme Pilgrim'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/3979736177525255755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=3979736177525255755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/3979736177525255755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/3979736177525255755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/02/extreme-pilgrim.html' title='Extreme Pilgrim'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R6mVMf25SMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Coa_kzf-Qew/s72-c/70peter_owen_jones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-2237290137407788766</id><published>2008-01-12T15:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:48:50.289Z</updated><title type='text'>Seven from '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R39mbfHn3PI/AAAAAAAAAOE/R0gKUWjcbZE/s1600-h/totp_old.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R39mbfHn3PI/AAAAAAAAAOE/R0gKUWjcbZE/s200/totp_old.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151949121131109618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As often happens at the end of the year, I found myself thinking back to the music that I have been listening to. This year, for the first time in a while, I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of decent songs I have come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after much internal discussion, I have come up with the following countdown - my favourite seven songs from 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this will just be my opinion* , and I have used the following criteria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The song needs to have been released as a single in 2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erm, that's it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Some of the songs that didn't make it include (in alphabetical order):&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arctic Monkeys: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brianstorm&lt;/span&gt; (fast and punchy - yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ash: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can’t have it all&lt;/span&gt; (great single from a great singles band)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hard Fi: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suburban Knights&lt;/span&gt; ("woah-oh-oohhh!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holloways: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Generator&lt;/span&gt; (a feelgood song if ever there was one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamie T: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt; (another great song about drunken Britain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaiser Chiefs: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt; (the tenth best selling single of 2007!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mika: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Kelly&lt;/span&gt; (the novelty has worn off a bit, but still a good song)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regina Spektor: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fidelity&lt;/span&gt; (great voice, simple meoldy, ruined by rubbish middle 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robyn: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With every heartbeat&lt;/span&gt; (not as good as everyone says, but still decent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Timbaland: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way I are&lt;/span&gt; (has been adopted by MOTD2 - 'nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The View: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Same jeans&lt;/span&gt; (catchy and punchy, but overplayed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't take a genius to work out that I generally like things with guitars - in that respect, it has been a good year! Also, opinions are not static - I may feel differently in a few weeks, or even days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-2237290137407788766?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/2237290137407788766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=2237290137407788766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/2237290137407788766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/2237290137407788766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/01/seven-from-07.html' title='Seven from &apos;07'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R39mbfHn3PI/AAAAAAAAAOE/R0gKUWjcbZE/s72-c/totp_old.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-4693526270147904311</id><published>2008-01-12T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:48:21.430Z</updated><title type='text'>Seven from '07: Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R39zYfHn3QI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8HpBt9V6exA/s1600-h/%5C825646983995_350.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151963363242663170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R39zYfHn3QI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8HpBt9V6exA/s200/%255C825646983995_350.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muse.mu/"&gt;Muse&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Map of the Problematique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Released: 18th June 2007&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Black holes and revelations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Helium 3/Warner Bros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no-one thinks they are to blame&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounding a lot like Depeche Mode's classic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy the silence&lt;/span&gt;, with echoes of Faithless' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;, this is, to me, the perfect example of how to fuse guitar and dance music. I wish I could write songs like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song would have been higher placed (possibly number 1 in the list), if it wasn't for the fact that it has been available on the album for nearly a year before it was released as a (download-only) single. The band did not make a promo video for this single, but I did manage to find this footage from 4Music, which shows what an awesome live act they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdpiiSbbkOI&amp;amp;rel=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-4693526270147904311?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/4693526270147904311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=4693526270147904311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/4693526270147904311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/4693526270147904311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/01/seven-from-07-seven.html' title='Seven from &apos;07: Seven'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R39zYfHn3QI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8HpBt9V6exA/s72-c/%255C825646983995_350.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-6827319275379586742</id><published>2008-01-12T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:47:53.494Z</updated><title type='text'>Seven from '07: Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R393I_Hn3RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UaTehjMbj8U/s1600-h/0094639552252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151967495001201938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R393I_Hn3RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UaTehjMbj8U/s200/0094639552252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cherryghost.co.uk/"&gt;Cherry Ghost&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People help the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Released: 25th June 2007&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thirst for romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Heavenly Records)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God knows what is hidden in those weak and sunken eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A fiery throng of muted angels giving love and getting nothing back&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always room for a big-hearted ballad, and in 2007 it didn't come much bigger. Yes, he has a slightly cliched, Lancashire nasal-whine, and that might put you off at the start. But stick with it, it is worth it for the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lush and anthemic, this song gets better everytime I hear it, and it does tug at the proverbial heart-strings (what does that mean, by the way?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYGOLzMgI88&amp;amp;rel=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-6827319275379586742?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/6827319275379586742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=6827319275379586742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/6827319275379586742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/6827319275379586742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/01/seven-from-07-six.html' title='Seven from &apos;07: Six'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R393I_Hn3RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UaTehjMbj8U/s72-c/0094639552252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-1818330639032358265</id><published>2008-01-12T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:02:08.258Z</updated><title type='text'>Seven from '07: Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R39-TPHn3SI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PkkvLo3Z_Qg/s1600-h/200px-Release_ourvelocity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151975367676255522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R39-TPHn3SI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PkkvLo3Z_Qg/s200/200px-Release_ourvelocity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maximopark.com/"&gt;Maximo Park&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our velocity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Released: 19th March 2007&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Our earthly pleasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Warp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is a lie which means I've been lied to&lt;br /&gt;Love is a lie which means I've been lying too&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first singles of this year that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; liked. I acquired a copy of Maximo Park's first album, which is OK but nothing special (I wouldn't have bothered buying it), and featured a couple of decent singles, such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apply some pressure&lt;/span&gt;. This single is a quantum leap from that, and from what I have heard since, may well end up being their best record ever. Oh yeah, and it is a great video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="formatbar_Buttons" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span onmouseup="" class="on down" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" id="formatbar_CreateLink" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" title="Link" style="display: block;" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eWwBkA0GqaY&amp;amp;rel=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a live performance, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Txqs0EeWdXI"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-1818330639032358265?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/1818330639032358265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=1818330639032358265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/1818330639032358265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/1818330639032358265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/01/seven-for-07-five.html' title='Seven from &apos;07: Five'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R39-TPHn3SI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PkkvLo3Z_Qg/s72-c/200px-Release_ourvelocity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-1972748646894760923</id><published>2008-01-12T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:02:25.134Z</updated><title type='text'>Seven from '07: Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R3-BzfHn3TI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SkIx_zU-TPo/s1600-h/200px-CalvinHarrisAcceptableInThe80s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151979220261920050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R3-BzfHn3TI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SkIx_zU-TPo/s200/200px-CalvinHarrisAcceptableInThe80s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calvinharris.tv/"&gt;Calvin Harris&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acceptable in the’80s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Released: 12th March 2007&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I created disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Sony/Columbia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was acceptable at the time&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This one won't win any awards for insightful lyrics, but it is good fun nonetheless. Using great sounds and a good tune, it is definitely one of the lighter moments of the year. The song doesn't really go anywhere, and the video is frankly a bit odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Harris continued the fun with the follow-up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The girls&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="white"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like them black girls, I like them white girls, I like them Asian girls, I like them mixed race girls, I like them Spanish girls, I like them Italian girls, I like the French girls, And I like Scandinavian girls, I like them tall girls, I like them short girls, I like them brown hair girls, I like them blonde hair girls, I like them big girls, I like them skinny girls, I like them carrying a little bitty weight girls&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think he might be gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p1S3JCknQJ4&amp;amp;rel=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="white"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-1972748646894760923?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/1972748646894760923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=1972748646894760923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/1972748646894760923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/1972748646894760923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/01/seven-for-07-four.html' title='Seven from &apos;07: Four'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R3-BzfHn3TI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SkIx_zU-TPo/s72-c/200px-CalvinHarrisAcceptableInThe80s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-3369671140118224607</id><published>2008-01-12T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:02:41.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Seven from '07: Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R4iX3vHn3UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/VsPiZGHQNsU/s1600-h/200px-Charlottecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R4iX3vHn3UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/VsPiZGHQNsU/s200/200px-Charlottecover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154536757322571074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.air-traffic.co.uk/"&gt;Air Traffic&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Re-release: March 26th&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fractured Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(EMI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you glad I came?&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk you home?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, to me, was one of the songs that marked the triumphant return of three minute guitar pop. I think it is about realising your feelings for another, but that doesn't seem like the most important thing - it is a fine tune, not too long and not too short, and is very punchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/erQowJTL1i8&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/erQowJTL1i8&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qIwxMy1bIA"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for a fine live performance from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later ... with Jools Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-3369671140118224607?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/3369671140118224607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=3369671140118224607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/3369671140118224607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/3369671140118224607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/01/seven-for-07-three.html' title='Seven from &apos;07: Three'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R4iX3vHn3UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/VsPiZGHQNsU/s72-c/200px-Charlottecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-8610834106576041788</id><published>2008-01-12T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:02:58.627Z</updated><title type='text'>Seven from '07: Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R4ikCfHn3VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5bjNSYf4FMA/s1600-h/200px-Css_letsmakelove1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R4ikCfHn3VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5bjNSYf4FMA/s200/200px-Css_letsmakelove1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154550136145698130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/css"&gt;CSS&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let’s make love and listen to death from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Re-release: 14th May&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cansei de Ser Sexy&lt;/span&gt; (Sub Pop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run run run, to make your heart shake, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss kiss kiss will make this earth quake&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something really irresistable about this song. Again, it is a guitar-based song with something funky and dancy about it. CSS are from Brazil - maybe it is that mysticism of sexy Brazilians that does it (although I cannot say that any of the band members float my boat). I quite like the (obviously low-budget) video, but I think it is just the insistence of the singing, the lyrics (which, at times, are nonsense, and in other places seem profound), and the fact that song chugs along without getting boring. It's bouncy, and I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7agPOt1XZz8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7agPOt1XZz8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSntDKO3wKg"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to see the band play live on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later ... with Jools Holland&lt;/span&gt; - having just watched this, I realise what a close call it was between the number 2 and number 1 slots in this particular countdown...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-8610834106576041788?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/8610834106576041788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=8610834106576041788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/8610834106576041788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/8610834106576041788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/01/seven-for-07-two.html' title='Seven from &apos;07: Two'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R4ikCfHn3VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5bjNSYf4FMA/s72-c/200px-Css_letsmakelove1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-1356337058923647127</id><published>2008-01-12T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:03:15.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Seven from '07: Number One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R4imsPHn3WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yHvG628O4PY/s1600-h/packshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R4imsPHn3WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yHvG628O4PY/s200/packshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154553052428492130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cribs: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men’s needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Release: 14th May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Album: Men’s needs, women’s needs, whatever (Wichita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl's needs just don't agree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a man's needs&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fine song this is. Great riff, good tune, with vocals that interchange between the rather sardonic verss and the gruff, barked-out chorus. Apparently The Cribs' Ryan Jarman has a track record of writing songs about misogyny and other "issues", and this is a perfect slice of guitar music (with a commercial edge lent by the production of Franz Ferdinand's Alex Kapranos) to accompany the rather withering riposte to today's lifestyle magazine culture (at least that is what I think - I am no expert!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point being, decent lyrics, good tune plus good performance makes this a great song, that will probably still sound fantastic for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCNTYi9fHuo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCNTYi9fHuo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8Q8rQRNRvI"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for a live performance from Later ... with Jools Holland - ignore the bad haircuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-1356337058923647127?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/1356337058923647127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=1356337058923647127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/1356337058923647127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/1356337058923647127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2008/01/seven-for-07-number-one.html' title='Seven from &apos;07: Number One'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R4imsPHn3WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yHvG628O4PY/s72-c/packshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-2982722256602790863</id><published>2007-12-08T14:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:02:23.878Z</updated><title type='text'>Review: Flight of The Conchords season 1 DVD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WYNXSuQNb-g/R11wiLylFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FCa7SUhyDzw/s1600-h/FOTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WYNXSuQNb-g/R11wiLylFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FCa7SUhyDzw/s320/FOTC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142390082109773138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: HBO/Warner Bros&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2007&lt;br /&gt;Format: DVD&lt;br /&gt;Purchased at: Play.com, £17.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who may wish to know, season 1 of Flight of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Conchords&lt;/span&gt; was broadcast on BBC4 in September of this year. It's release onto DVD was somewhat swift, following almost immediately after its 12 week run on TV. For one reason or another, I did not get to catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FOTC&lt;/span&gt; on BBC4 but had heard good things and thus purchased the First Season DVD, the review of which I am presenting to you now as my inaugural post on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ReVued&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, the 'plot'. Flight of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Conchords&lt;/span&gt; follows the trials and tribulations of New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zealanders&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jemaine&lt;/span&gt; Clement and Bret McKenzie (their real names as well as their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;charachter&lt;/span&gt; names), who together form folk duo Flight of The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Conchords&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I say 'folk duo'.. to be precise, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FOTC&lt;/span&gt; are the self-proclaimed "4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Most Popular Folk Parody Duo" in New Zealand. Wishing to broaden their fan-base, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jemaine&lt;/span&gt; and Bret travel to New York City determined to crack arguably the most difficult market there is, namely America.  In terms of plot, that is about it. The basic premise serves mainly as a catalyst for the bizarre situations and characters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jemaine&lt;/span&gt; and Bret encounter during the 12 half-hour episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Conchords&lt;/span&gt; are actually a  Grammy nominated musical comedy duo in their own right, who made the transition to the small screen following stints on the live circuit as well as a very well received radio series broadcast on BBC Radio 2 in 2005. The radio show pretty much provided the basis for the TV show in as much as it focused on the duo's attempts to break the U.K music scene, with much of the material from that being used for their TV debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, you may be forgiven for thinking that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;FOTC&lt;/span&gt; is not worth the watch because the premise hardly smacks of originality, and to that extent, you would be right. The idea of a 'rubbish' band embarking on a seemingly impossible task of increasing their fan base has been used in classic comedies such as This is Spinal Tap to.... well... I can't think offhand but I'm sure there are others (What do think this is, bleeding Empire or something??). However, for those who may be put off by the aforementioned lack of originality, I urge you to PLEASE think again, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;FOTC&lt;/span&gt; is an absolute riot. I am a firm believer in the notion that it is not the concept that makes a show or film original and engaging, but rather, the manner in which this concept is utilised. Who amongst us could seriously argue that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; is an original concept?? A dysfunctional American family? Like that's never been done before (!) Yet the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; has arguably been THE benchmark for 'How DO they come up with this' comedy. It remains to be seen whether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;FOTC&lt;/span&gt; will ever reach this level of brilliance, (and I suspect that it is to be fair unlikely), however, I for one had a ball with the 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;episodes&lt;/span&gt; that comprised series 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clever thing I found about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;FOTC&lt;/span&gt; was that things are always kept simple, yet the humour remained left-field enough to satisfy my off-the-wall comic leanings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jemaine&lt;/span&gt; Clement and Bret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Mckenzie&lt;/span&gt; remain the epitome of deadpan throughout the series; they never look like they are actually enjoying their quest for success, but given the motley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;crew&lt;/span&gt; of people they have to endure, this is hardly surprising. The duo are accompanied almost everywhere by well-meaning but utterly useless manager Murray Hewitt, whose day job as immigration office in the NZ embassy never takes priority over his desire to make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Conchords&lt;/span&gt; massive. Add to the mix Mel, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Conchords&lt;/span&gt; ONE devoted/obsessive fan, who despite having married her psychology lecturer, shamelessly throws herself at both Bret and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jemaine&lt;/span&gt; at every opportunity. Further characters drop in and out of the series, but it's these 4 characters which are the mainstay of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As should be expected, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;FOTC&lt;/span&gt; also contains many of the band's compositions, but rather than show the band performing live, the songs are spontaneously launched into whenever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Jemaine&lt;/span&gt; or Bret are feeling emotional. In one episode for instance, Bret eyes up a co-worker, but rather than actually chat her up, Bret begins singing a Shaggy style ode to lust, entitled 'She's so hot... BOOM!' The songs the duo 'perform' are essentially parodies of various musical styles and no genre stone is left untitled, with the songs being used almost as internal monologues As with most things song related, most songs hit the mark, but not all. The brilliance of tunes such as Think Think about it ("There's people getting stabbed with knives and forks... calling each other names like... dork") sit alongside less successful compositions (in particular a Lord of the Rings tribute which did nothing for me at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately however, imperfect though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;FOTC&lt;/span&gt; might be, the show nevertheless ticked many if not all the boxes for me: Sharp scripts, off the wall deadpan and a supporting cast that are just as integral to the show as the duo themselves. If you are into more-left field comedy such as Seinfeld, Curb your enthusiasm, Father Ted etc... you could do a hell of a lot worse than check out Flight of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Conchords&lt;/span&gt; season 1 on DVD. Oh, and as an aside.. the Casio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;DG&lt;/span&gt;-20 RULES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Clips of the band's live shows are available on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; so you can see the basic nature of their act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-2982722256602790863?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/2982722256602790863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=2982722256602790863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/2982722256602790863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/2982722256602790863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2007/12/review-flight-of.html' title='Review: Flight of The Conchords season 1 DVD.'/><author><name>Mohan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15431606733488506185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WYNXSuQNb-g/R11wiLylFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FCa7SUhyDzw/s72-c/FOTC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-495643505752868196</id><published>2007-11-22T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:14:47.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Skins: Series 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R0RG63VRTBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iP6PWW3cCQ4/s1600-h/skinsC4_450x562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135307452208729106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R0RG63VRTBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iP6PWW3cCQ4/s320/skinsC4_450x562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Company Pictures for Channel 4&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Format: DVD&lt;br /&gt;Purchased from: &lt;a href="http://www.cd-wow.com/"&gt;CD Wow&lt;/a&gt;, £13.99 (Oct 2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/S/skins/index.html"&gt;Skins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; premiered on E4 in early 2007, and was then repeated in the autumn on Channel 4. Anyone who only saw the trailers would have thought it was just another trashy show about teenagers having sex, drinking and doing drugs - whilst I cannot deny there is a lot of the above, there is more to this show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to write a long synopsis of this show, frankly you can get that information and more from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Skins-Complete-1-Harry-Enfield/dp/B000MV7ZYQ/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1195483830&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skins_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. However, most episodes focus on individual characters whilst still allowing the storyline to develop around them. Even allowing for the contribution of others, much of the action focuses around Tony, Michelle and Sid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, some characters are stronger than others, and as the series goes on, it feels as though some have been developed while others are largely left by the wayside. However, I maintain that it is very well-written and the acting is brilliant, especially allowing for the fact that, Nicholas Hoult and the special guest stars apart, the cast are fresh-faced unknowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, Nick Hoult has the perfect face and manner for Tony; languid, and cheeky-faced; I remember when he appeared on Jo Whiley's radio show, there were many texts from girls saying "Is he really only 17? Is it wrong that I think that he is hot?" (the answers are, respectively, yes,  and although it is understandable, probably).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it is fair to mention that, although this is supposed to be a show about 16/17 year olds, it is almost certainly aimed at people more of my age (mid- to late-twenties). It certainly cannot be for sixteen year olds as it is an 18 certificate DVD! I also asked someone who has a 16 year old son whether she minds him watching &lt;em&gt;Skins&lt;/em&gt;, and she didn't like the idea much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could relate to the characters - Tony is the swaggering, arrogant attention-seeker who does things for kicks, with little regard of the consequences; Sid is the long-suffering best friend (that was me when I was 17); Michelle the starry-eyed girlfriend; Cassie the troubled girl who actually sees things more clearly than you or I; Maxxie and Anwar, the gay guy and the Muslim boy who struggles to equate his friends' lifestyles with his religion; Jal is the sensible one, and Chris the hedonist whose hard-partying exterior hides a load of inner turmoil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really liked this series. It is the first show I have watched in ages where I really cared about the characters and the outcomes. I am not the kind of person who cries at films or TV (usually I am just so mindful of the fact that it is not real) but this was the first thing I have watched in ages which has made me laugh out loud while on the verge of bursting into tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are in your twenties or thirties and you want to relive the surreal youth that you wish you'd had, then this is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271684903424212355-495643505752868196?l=revued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/S/skins/index.html' title='Skins: Series 1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/feeds/495643505752868196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271684903424212355&amp;postID=495643505752868196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/495643505752868196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271684903424212355/posts/default/495643505752868196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revued.blogspot.com/2007/11/skins-series-1.html' title='Skins: Series 1'/><author><name>Rish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14431388658677465879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R0RG63VRTBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iP6PWW3cCQ4/s72-c/skinsC4_450x562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271684903424212355.post-5193878666019502905</id><published>2007-11-21T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T15:31:02.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R0RDdnVRTAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2TyVmIanwsk/s1600-h/welcome%20mat%20for%20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135303651162672130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJsJzpVGf0/R0RDdnVRTAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2TyVmIanwsk/s320/welcome%2520mat%2520for%2520web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone and welcome to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ReVued&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a new blog in which we review anything from books to films to music to products and services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Rish - like all good reviewers, I have turned to writing after a failed stab at becoming a musician. I am a Nottingham Forest supporter and have written match reports for the official website, BBC Nottingham, and on my &lt;a href="http://nottingham-forest.blogspot.com/"&gt;brother's blog&lt;/a&gt;. I also keep a &lt;a href="http://www.rishsdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog of my own&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writing companion is Mohan. He is passionate about music, films (he goes to the cinema most weeks), and he keeps an eye on what's on the box. He has travelled the world and wrote vacation diaries from various locations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohan and I are quite similar: we are both male and in our late twenties, and we like to try and see the good in things. We hope that this will make our reviews balanced, while still reflecting our opinions. 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