Records are bombness

I Know A Called Elsa, She's Into Alka Seltzer.- Oasis

Since there was such backlash on Britney, I'm talking about records today. Which usually seems to be a popular topic. And where are my outraged peeps on the Persuaders debacle?
Anyway on to the records.
The Cardigans have a new record out called Super Extra Gravity. Ok its been out for a couple of months, but we're talking imports 30 dollar range. So, its taken awhile to track down a copy on the cheap.(lets just call it on tha super aquisition cheap.)
And guess what it sounds just like Life, their 1995 masterwork. Ok actually it just sounds good when I type that. But it TOTALLY SOUNDS like their LAST ALBUM. Much to my disappointment. All I want is some good time pop songs from Nina Persson(sadly no longer blonde and brilliantly coiffed) and co. Like Sick and Tired. Sick and Fucking Tired was so genius in its arrangement and catchy chorus. While the band rocks out somewhat on this album to mixed results, nothing rocks as hard as their earlier cover of Sabbath Bloody Sabbath.(also from Life) But it ain't all doom and gloom ladies and gents, there are some moments. And if u like the band, u SHOULD have it. But IF u don't have ANY of their records, I swear Life is an album everybody should add to their endless collection of 45's.
Junior Senior best known for their Don't Stop The Beat madness from years ago.(U know the song, I promise. It was unstoppable.) Their new album Hey My Yo Yo, also in 20+$ import form(acquired on tha super cheap) came out a few months ago too. And it is kind of disappointing too. There are some weird almost Go-Team esque tunes, with handclaps and beats that don't really seem to be beats. Needless to say alot of the organized carnage of Gay/Straight Vocals mixed with 60's guitar and crashing drum machines has disappeared. Its strange its almost a Fannypack level fall off we are talking about, in the sense that they have literally taken away the facets that made them great.(In fannypack's case, it was making the rhymes abit too harsh, instead of playful.)
My man fucking man Richard Ashcroft has an album that came out in import form and frankly tha NME was RIGHT. Ashcroft officially the man again. Cry Till The Morning is as good as any tune he's done since Song For The Lovers, maybe even Velvet Morning or Monte Carlo. Why not nothing has horns, strings. If Ian Brown is the Resurrection, Ashcroft is Music.(Yeah I know no one got that one, but fuck it, it did mean something so I liked it).

The Flash has an old school recommendation: Lets go with something that smashes shit up. In honor of a friend of this blog, Gosey Wales and his ELO addicted blog, I recommend one of his jukebox faves. Television-Marquee Moon. Venus, my personal fave tune, is a strange esoteric musing written by head man Tom Verlaine all about NY when it was cool. The dueling guitars, that open tuning, u can't beat the brilliance of the whole album, let alone all 15 minutes of the title song.
As Gose would say, he wants to get the most out of his jukebox dollar so I'm putting on Marquee Moon.
I'm feeling jovial, here's one that is a bitch to find. The Modern Lovers-The Modern Lovers.
Jonathan Richman vs Hippie Johnny. Pablo Picasso not called an asshole, not like young. The way Richman sings these songs, u can tell he single handedly created that stoner vocal phrasing. Ok it was him and Iggy, but Richman deserves respect too.

Rebelde update: Roberta got Diego in trouble with his girlfriend by hiding her keys in her shirt. Which caused them to
I think Vico was beaten by her pa again. Rocco protected her from having to explain it to his father and the other peeps. Sabrina after Miguel. Mia back from Spain with Miguel. Lujan and Lupe were doing stuff, but I didn't pay attention and missed it. Look only one day was on this week, so that's what happened ok. No Teo. Giovann and Tomas did nothing as usual. Celina dissed Mia for Sol, abit. But, that's it.