Current mood: HOW MUCH FOR BRUNI??
Category: HOW MUCH FOR BRUNI?? Music
Regular readers will know that I often bitch and fess about PR people and record companies in an ungrateful and rather unessecary way..
Yes boss, like all those with double cream on their plates, I occasionally like to feel put upon, and from where I sit now, there’s no easier target to lay ones loose baggage onto, than the people who put out records...
But, you know I love ’em all really don’t you??
I mean sure, there might be more flakey make bakes per 10 in the record show than in most other professions, but the music fizzbizz is a great place to be if you like freaks, druggies, alcoholics, layabouts and beautiful women, and I like all of the above - even when they do my head in...
Anyway, a few weeks back, I went into town to meet with a charming PR woman about the promotional campaign for one of my very favourite bands LPs...
We had a coffee, discussed what had to be discussed, popped back to her office, grabbed me a few free cds of other acts on the roster, and I headed off to the London College of Beauty Theraphy for a rub down...
It was a tidy mid mornings ’work’ and as I rolled the bike towards the massage college, I couldn’t help but wonder how in the hell I manage to end up in such a good number of joyously easy positions, when to all regular intents and purposes I’m yet to really make any kind of a mark?!?
Well, a few months have passed since then and with the PR campaign seemingly going to plan, it’s way beyond time, that I got down to reviewing the discs I was given - not least because they’re both more than worthy of quality blog time...
One of these discs was the Midfield General one I just done and the other is by Mlle Caro & Franck Garcia and it’s called Pain Disappears...
Pain Disappears is a curious piece of work.
My first impression was that I hated it: It was ploddy and simple and just that bit too French for my liking.
Yes boss, I don’t want to get into National Stereotypes again, but I do have the impression that our French friends do (in general) spend far too much time sitting around thinking about love, philosophy and sex, and not nearly enough time eating chips, playing cricket and pissing money into fruit machines, to be taken completely seriously...
I mean did you see the state of that Carla Bruni this last week??
Shit, she thinks she’s some kind of a Jackis Onasis wonderwoman 1st lady, when in fact she’s no more than a very well glorrified escort girl with a big old hardon for power and her own reflection.
Naturally, the mainstream media was once again sold down the river easier than a leaking canoe...
"SHE GETS NAKED AND LOOKS WONDERFUL IN GUCCI!!! SHE MUST BE IMPORTANT!!!!!!"
etc etc etc...
Anyway, I’m not suggesting Bruni’s typical of France (she and her John boy Sarcozy are saying that) in fact I couldn’t even give a serious shit for stereotyping, which makes me wonder where I’m going with this piece....?!?
THE REVIEW!!!!! THE FUCKING RECORD REVIEW!!!!
Ah yes...
So, I’ve listened hard through Pain Disappears a good few times now and I don’t mind it, but I also don’t much love it...
Yes boss, it’s a harmless, quiet, slightly moody, smooth slinky, cool and definately a very good mood setter for some kind of a mid-thirty something swing at luring a woman/man over candlelight...
It’s also good and evocative enough to play in aid of your recovery, when said woman/man dumps you because you haven’t changed your toothbrush for 2 years/don’t like football...
But it ain’t nothing remarkable....
No boss, much like Carla Bruni, Pain Disappears’ll sell alright, lead to other things, and be widely considered to be effortlessly cool, but I’d be completely amazed if Pain Disappears is considered to be anything approaching essential in 200 years time....
NEXT!!!!
 | Currently listening : Pain Disappers By Mlle. Caro & Franck Garcia Release date: By 04 March, 2008  |
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