Vacuous guff. Party music for the lobotomised. His is a genre that was conceived of to exclusively soundtrack adverts for cheap hooch and cheaper spray on deodorant.

CRAPCRAPCRAP with a WF for the video to 'Praise You'.

daniel robert chapman wrote:I once saw a programme where Fatboy Slim explained his songwriting process.

"I find a vocal on an old record that I like," he said, pulling a Northern Soul seven inch from a pile, seemingly at random. "I'll record it into the computer, and loop it.

"Then I find a beat I like, and loop that. Then I put the two together."

Then he looked at the camera, and sort of shrugged.

This is great.



CRAP

BadComrade wrote:He was in that terrible band The Housemartins, right?

Excuse me, sir.

There is nothing terrible about the Housemartins. Any band that has an orchestrated hate campaign against them attempted by the British tabloid media due to their putting extremely overt socialist values at the top of the pop charts is pretty fucking far from being anything like terrible. Besides which, they were a good band. Say what you like about Fatboy Slim, but he was once in a fucking good band on a decent independent label who did something important in Thatcher's Britain in the eighties.



They smiled so much and waved their flags
As she saluted to the military band
Most of the people failed to see
She had a broken bottle in the other hand
And she took them by surprise
As she took them by the throat
And said, "my friend, you're not allowed to vote"
But they shook it all off
With a nervous laugh and cough
"Next time," she said, "I'll let those people choke"

The people who grinned themselves to death
Smiled so much they failed to take a breath
And even when their kids were starving
They all thought the Queen was charming

She polished all upon the wall
And ran her hands right through her hair
So if the lady took the time to call
All the houses on the street would not compare
And she thought it really funny
That she hadn't any money
But those she looked up to, they had
But they shook it all off
With a nervous laugh and cough
And when they took her riches it was sad

The people who grinned themselves to death
Smiled so much they failed to take a breath
And even when their kids were starving
They all thought the Queen was charming

The housemartins' music was shit. Fatboy was the wimpy bass player with a horrible limp wristed[not a euphemism for gay BTW] dancing style.

Josef K wrote:The housemartins' music was shit.

A matter of opinion Josef K. I think the music of Crass was shit. They were still great, you get me?

Knackers Brighton beach with those bloody dance parties.

Crap

pffffffft! crap.

tipcat wrote:pffffffft! crap.

Tipcat, your new avatar (Statler and Waldorf, for those of you who are either too goddamned young to have watched the Muppet show or from some place where they never showed the Muppet show) pleases me to no end.

burun wrote:

tipcat wrote:pffffffft! crap.

Tipcat, your new avatar (Statler and Waldorf, for those of you who are either too goddamned young to have watched the Muppet show or from some place where they never showed the Muppet show) pleases me to no end.

When my wife and I separated, she took The Muppet Show Season 1.

burun wrote:

tipcat wrote:pffffffft! crap.

Tipcat, your new avatar (Statler and Waldorf, for those of you who are either too goddamned young to have watched the Muppet show or from some place where they never showed the Muppet show) pleases me to no end.

I am pleased that you are pleased.