Month: October 2007

“You seem a trifle unhappy, that I’m a cowardly custard” (‘Cowardly Custard’). King Creosote – aka the meandering melody gatekeeper Kenny Anderson – has a way with words. Namely that rhymes and turns of phrase that we would probably rain a hurricane of disdain down upon if they had come from one of the Gallagher brothers’ mouths, he somehow makes work. He carries one of those intrinsically wavering folk voices, like a faulty Theremin lazily trying to shake itself out Continue Reading

The Simpsons might be past its genre-defying, multi-referencing, tummy-tickling best, but it can still pluck a gag from the most unlikely of sources. And that’s why we love it. But there’s still something a little spurious about taking all the disparate musical items and shoving them out on one CD. It’s a bit like compiling a collection of punchlines without recourse to the rest of the joke. It’s a context thing. Take the situation out of situation comedy and you Continue Reading