MiW Playlists
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Details of the War – Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.
The awesome majesty of this band is perfectly inversely proportional to the total rubbishness of their name.
Monkey Gone to Heaven – The Pixies.
Man is five? The devil is six? Lord knows what this is all about but, it does have the word 'monkey' in it, and monkeys completely rule.
Bring the Noise – Public Enemy.
I've always thought Ipswich, where I was born, is a bit like South Central LA, thus allowing me to empathise with hip hop. Word.
Symphony number 7 – Beethoven.
Goddamn this rocks, and anyone who disagrees must be deaf. A bit like Ludvig himself.
Anything by Radiohead.
If they released an album of them farting and burping I'd buy it. Or maybe just fileshare it.
The Well-Tempered Clavier Book I : Prelude in C BWV 846 – JS Bach.
As an orthodox atheist, I have problems with Bach, cos this is almost enough to make me believe in the divine. Almost.
Tangled up in Blue – Bob Dylan.
'I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe'. I know how you must feel, Bob.
Kashmir – Led Zepellin.
A riff so seismic, so 11 on the Richter scale, that even Puff Daddy couldn't screw it up.
The Message – Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five.
Basil met Flash himself once, and says he was an arse. Never meet your heroes. Incidently, 'a child is born with no state of mind'? The blank slate
theory is now largely discounted by evolutionary psychologists, Flash.
Suedehead – Morrissey.
The first 7" I ever bought. Vinyl? Remember that? Stick that in your nano, kids.
Uncool as it may be, most of the tunes I hear pop out of the radio where I'm working. Consequently my playlists are pretty much dictated by the station that's playing them. Which is fine by me. I don't know what's coming next and that's generally a good thing.
Killing In The Name – Rage Against The Machine.
Wearing the badge and the clothes in white, COME ON! In yr face – one of the greatest bands ever. Best listened to while snowboarding. No it's not. It makes you want to kill all the skiiers as you mach past them with mondo psycho aggression and total disrespect for alpine safety. Awesome.
We Don't Need No – Babyhead.
Bounce up and down, headbutt someone, and smile. In yr face, theatrical dub ska punk hip hop with suits, hats and masks.
Tight Pum Pum – Vybz Kartel.
Explicit ragga genious that vibrates lika a Nokia.
Stranger In Love – The Meditations.
Sweet reggae harmonies. So chilled it'll make you want to slow down enough to let that hot snowboarder chick catch up. Entice her away from her father with this cheeky song and take her freeriding in deserted backcountry powder.
Silly Games – Janet Kay.
More sweet reggae harmonies. This one will rip yr heart out and make yr lungs gargle tears. Don't beat around the bush. If you like someone then spray snow in their face or lick their shoulder a few times to break the ice. It works. Mad eh?
Anything by Kings Of Leon.
Very underrated. Raw garage rock punk by pretty-boys with dirty voices.
You Keep Me Hanging On – Bonnie and Sheila.
Funk soul love genius that never fails to send a shiver down the spine. Give it to a girl that you're treating badly and she'll always love you.
The Power Of Love – Huey Lewis and The News.
Reminds you of Back To The Future (always a good thing). And it makes my brother George do comical 80s air drumming in places that nobody dances and everyone gets their video phones out.
Coming War – Ozomatli and Jurassic 5.
Mix the revolutionary rap genius of the J5 sixtuplet with the latino musica genioso of Oz and you get a mind explosion that makes you hear atomic bombs going off in the distance.
Personal Jesus – Marilyn Manson.
Because nobody likes sweet dreams.