Yes I know what you are thinking. Old man Zunkador is getting slow and tired. My only excuse is that the goddamn bookstore on Oxford Street took ages to realise that PEOPLE NEED EDUCATION ABOUT THESE HIDDEN GEMs in music history. Well the copies eventuallly got there and now finally I think I'm ready with my first round of reading and digesting. I say digesting because Mr Raynolds is approaching his subject of matter quite thoroughly. My spontaneous comment about Simon R's writing would be 'lightweight Lester Bangs', but don't get me wrong the contents and stories definatly makes up for any weak spots. THIS BOOK IS MANDATORY READING.
But folks be warned! After you have read the book you might find yourself placing bids at gemm.com for an overpriced copy of PILs Metal Box.
My favourite disco tune right now (not in the MP3 player because once again I'm slow), courtesy of Mr Raynolds:
The Devil Lives In My Husbands Body - Pulsallama
Only thing I can say is that oil drums certainly kick ass, even more so than cow bells.
And how about this part of the lyrics:
The doctor said - "I'm sorry but your husband has an incurable psyciatric disorder, Tourettes syndrome."
-"Aaaah and our health insurance doesn't cover it."
Weltklasse as the organisers of the friendliest World Cup ever like to put it.
My only issue right now is that Pulsallama seems to be unheard of on the Internet. One thing I know for sure though. Once I manage to track down any of their records they will cost me a bloody arm and a leg.
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