| Thursday, June 12, 2003 |
 | Tom and Meg are both excited by the release of this album. But I'm not so sure. Frist up, there is no coherent plan to the track listing. What do these songs have in common? Almost nothing, stylistically, temporally or artistically. Simply having avoided most of the 80s revival compilations does not necessarily make you a movement. And are some of these even from the 80s? Sexuality? Paranoid? Really?
However, there are some decent tracks on it, if you like that kind of thing, and having been caught able only to dance to Ned's Atomic Dustbin and Kill Your Television on a recent trip to a goth club goth club goth club, I will no doubt feel the same way when "The mobile phone ad music form the early 90s, but without the remix you believe to be superfluous" comes out.
Nonetheless, my opposition remains firm, if only because, while watching late-night TV (inevitably), I saw the advert for this album (bloke dresses in goth finery, then shatters the illusion by actually leaving his bedroom), followed immediately and with the stench of complicity by an ad for a similar compilation, devoted to Prog Rock.
Prog Rock, I tell you. This cannot be encouraged.
In the meantime, why not celebrate Children of Castor month with this frankly terrifying picture of Helen Coker.
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