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Monday, June 27, 2005

Better late than never....

I mentioned at one point last week how I would have photographs and a more thorough review of the Sleater-Kinney/Dead Meadow gig from last Thursday at Roseland...well, here ya go. Suffice it to say, the Dead Meadow photos came out nicer because I wasn't constantly being shoved or jumped in front of during their set. The latter is an excellent band that puts on a great live show, provided a late 60's psych-rock revival is your thing. Endless wah-wah infused solos, deep Billy Cox-like bass playing, and appropriate smoke machines. The guitarist is one of the skinniest guys on the planet, but he can play the hell out of his axe. While Dead Meadow is more than capable of writing actual 'songs' (and does so rather well on their latest album Feathers), their live show is more or less just an excuse to jam out; and it's relatively easy to lose yourself in their wall of sound. Here's hoping they get another NYC headlining gig sooner than later. The stage is the best place to witness them, and I'm glad Sleater-Kinney elected to take them out on tour.

As for the Sleater themselves....while the New Year's Eve and Mercury Lounge shows found the band playing the new material relatively by the book, it seems as if they're finally comfortable enough with the new songs to goose them with that extra pizazz that allows them to obliterate the studio versions (no small feat that). "What's Mine is Yours" in particular has developed into a showstopper; featuring an extended noise introduction, a wonderfully self-indulgent Carrie solo break, and enticing hand gestures from Corin during her verses. Both "Rollercoaster" and "Jumpers" were fantastic, and the "Let's Call it Love" jam was far from the litany of "amateur stoner rock cliches" as one blog elected to describe it, but rather a fiery display of twin-guitar interplay that led seamlessly into "Entertain," surprising anyone (and everyone) expecting to hear "Nightlight", which was sadly unplayed (who wouldn't have rather heard this than "Steep Air"?). Sleater's take on jamming actually struck me as somewhat similar to what the Violent Femmes did on the live versions of "Kiss Off" and "Add it Up" found the latter's Add it Up compilation....chaotic with generous amounts of feedback and soloing, but never quite straying from the groove, and never quite flailing off into nothingness a'la bad Phish.

While the set didn't exactly falter when the band elected to play older material, it was clearly apparent that something was missing. Part of this could stem from the fact that they're unquestionably playing with a different set of equipment/pedals this time out, and they haven't quite figured out yet how to make the older tunes work on their new rigs. Then there's the simple fact that an older grrrllll-punk song like "One More Hour" just sounds a little tinny and out of place in a set populated by fuzz behemoths like "Wilderness" and "What's Mine is Yours." The breaks in "Light Rail Coyote" actually sounded muffled; which could be a result of crappy Roseland acoustics, new equpiment, or my failing ears (and probably all three), and while the performance of "Sympathy" may have been the best played version of that song I've heard, pace-wise, it doesn't really work smack in the middle of the set (and play something off The Hot Rock next time, Please?).

Overall though, minimal things to complain about, unless you count the crowd from where I was standing, which was incredibly beat. Just because Carrie jumps up and down during every song doesn't mean that 6 foot audience members should follow suit. I know that Sleater-Kinney is your favorite rock band, and you've been absolutely dying to go to the show...,but be considerate, folks! Alright. Now it's time to watch the ladiez on Letterman.

Dead Meadow = darkness

Dead Meadow = heaviness

Shine a light.

Let's Call it Jamming.

Are you not entertained?

Friday, June 24, 2005

Diggin' the Sleater....

Hey now. Took a bunch of pictures at last night's Sleater-Kinney/Dead Meadow show, but don't have access to my camera (or a USB cable) at work, so I'll have to post them later. I'll also post a more extensive review much later this evening (after Mets/Yanks action) when I'm not at the office and hopefully not in the throes of a huge stomachache (cheese fries + Blanche de Brooklyn only seems like a great idea at 11:45 at night).

But in a nutshell...new material was utterly fantastic, older songs felt a little awkward, and hopefully the 6 foot 2, spiky blonde-haired guy in front of me who jumped like he was shooting 3-pointers the entire show got hit by a car on his way home. The best part of the show for me was unquestionably "Let's Call It Love" --> "Entertain". I was proud of the ladies that they threw the audience for a loop by not seguing into "Nightlight" (the only song off the new record to go unplayed). While the Dead usually chased "Scarlet Begonias" with "Fire On the Mountain", every so often they chased it with "Touch of Grey" or something else, and that's what made them great. Anything resembling improvisation is more or less extinct in indie-rock shows these days, so S-K deserve much credit. A cheeky cover of Danzig's "Mother" into "Dig Me Out" for the second encore was fantastic as well.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

In a word....luck.

...to describe this past afternoon's Mets/Phils matchup; which ended 30 minutes ago with the Mets ekeing out a 4-3 win. Lucky because Jimmy Rollins botched a sure-fire double play ball that resulted in what ended up being the deciding run. Lucky because Braden Looper found a way to get Bobby Abreu out for the second game straight. And Dougie M. went deep again. Luck's one thing, but credit is also due to Kaz Ishii, who picked up his second win with 6.2 solid innings of 3-run ball. Props to Roberto Hernandez as well; who's finally regained his excellent set-up man form now that he's not being used to '03-'04 Stanton excess. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop all afternoon, and for some reason, it didn't. Carlos Beltran also continues to nearly make up for his ice-cold bat with red hot fielding--his first inning, run-saving, diving snag will likely be on Web Gems tonight...if perhaps in the bottom 5.

A band that gets discussed very seldom on NYC music blogs is Maryland-based, intelligent redneck metallers Clutch. This is because it's not cool to like Maryland-based, intelligent redneck metal. But fuck that. They have a new record out called Robot Hive/Exodus , and it kicks all kinds of ass with a wah-pedal heavy, 70's muscle car vibe. I'd count myself a big fan of these guys based off of their killer live show and stream of excellent '90s records, but I literally had no idea that they had a new record out. This is because their last one, Blast Tyrant, was released just over a year ago, and the last Clutch record (and the one before that) took three years to come out. So color them prolific now. I give major props to any band who've placed a label on their last two records promising "guaranteed rock satisfaction!" Indeed.

SoF's Day Off.....

Your friendly blogger took the day off from work today. No real reason exactly....aside from the fact that vacation/personal days had been saved up, the Mets have an afternoon game, and there's that Sleater-Kinney show at night. Just felt like a good time to take a mental health day (and when the Mets lose, the prospect of seeing Sleater-Kinney a few hours later will numb the anger).

Such anger was on display last night while watching Dae-Sung Koo give up a base clearing double to Kenny "what team do I play for again?" Lofton on the tv at Maxwell's while waiting for the Neko-less New Pornographers to come on. I think I flipped the bird to the television and probably embarrased my girlfriend in public. Oh well.

Dr. Dog opened for the Pornos, and they reminded me a little of My Morning Jacket, if every MMJ song was about dreams and they completely fucking sucked. Come to think of it, the only thing they really had in common with MMJ was beards, but I felt like making the comparison anyway (and how cool is it that the first thing you see on MMJ's homepage is a screen shot from Nintendo Ice Hockey?).

The New Pornographers took the stage without Dan Bejar (not surprising) and Neko Case, who according to a Rolling Stone article (which I would post if Blogger wasn't being such a bitch) simply wasn't available? Huh? She's a musician....what the heck else does she have to do? Her replacement was A.C. Newman's niece, who looks like Natalie Portman, and does a decent job with the Neko tunes. She sounds like Neko, and though she lacks stage presence, and can't belt it out like Neko does, she did a good job considering the huge shoes she has to fill. The band wasn't exactly tight, and seemed to race through their set, with minimal stage banter or storytelling; save A.C. Newman's habit of saying "this one's called..." before every song. A little too loud as well. But it was certainly an energetic show, and the majority of the New Pornos back catalog is superior enough to overcome crappy Maxwells sound and the lack of their fiery, redhead chanteuse. The songs from Twin Cinema were very well received as well, and I'm liking that album more by the day. I'll still go see them on Saturday because it's free, and I'm guessing the show will be better outdoors.

Maybe I'll do multiple posts today....might as well.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Jigga what?

This evening's Mets/Phils game had the feel of the 2004 season if only because the Mets owned Phillies starter/ZZ Top fanatic Brett Meyers last year, and they did so again tonight; despite the fact that Meyers' ERA is considerably lower than it was in '04. Starter Kris Benson essentially pitched like he did last week against Oakland; just well enough to get a win. He's lucky to have had the run support. T'was nice to see uncharacteristic home runs from light hitting first basemen (Mientkewicz and Daubach), a 2 for 5 spot with two RBIs from Beltran, and a scoreless inning from Royce Ring.

But as little love as I have for the New York baseball empire located in the Bronx...will there be a single more bizzarre game played in any ballpark all season than this? What's more worrisome...that Randy fucking Johnson gave up seven runs and 3 HRs in 3 innings, or that the Devil Rays' bullpen gave up fourteen an equal stretch? Most teams that are winning 10 to 2 in the fifth inning with Scott Proctor on the mound would win, but the D-Rays aren't most teams. Replays on BBTN basically proved what everyone already knows....Lou Pinella is one sadistic mofo; heartily laughing as he humiliated Travis Harper by refusing to take him out of the game as he meekly gave up 9 earned runs in .2 innings. What should have been a game to make any Mets fan smile somehow ended up as one those all too common Yankee drama fests that will likely be shown during rain delays on YES for years to come. Shucks.

Sunday, June 19, 2005


Today's Mets 11-5 loss at the hands of Seattle completed an exasperating three game sweep, and while it was plenty unwatchable (thank God for the U.S. Open), it was also rather revelatory, simply throwing into focus what the vast majority of Amazins' fans already know; this is strictly a .500 club, the bullpen is in dire need of an overhaul, Beltran needs to wake the f**k up, and Willie Randolph continues to have his head way too far up his ass when it comes to managing his pitching staff.

The latter fact reared its ugly head once again by Randolph's decision to remove Aaron Heilman after the bottom of the fifth, after the Mets had nearly erased Tom Glavine's horrendous outing by crawling to within one, after Heilman had already pitched a scoreless three innings, and after he had thrown 40 pitches. Is there something that Willie and Rick know that the rest of Mets' nation does not? Did he forget that Heilman is a former starter, the only somewhat sure thing out of the bullpen these days, and that you don't need to pinch hit for the pitcher in the American League (i actually forgot for a second that it was an AL game when I saw Victor Diaz pinch hitting for Chris Woodward in what would have been the pitcher's spot)? I watched most of the game with the sound off, so maybe there was a legitimate reason for taking Heilman out. Like an injury. I don't know. Mike DeJean is a complete waste of skin, every Royce Ring pitch is either way outside or 89 down the middle, and Heath Bell, while better than the aforementioned, is very hittable when he neglects to keep the ball down, which has been often.

For the love of Jeebus, put Heilman in the rotation until Trachsel gets back, and Ishii in the pen where he belongs (and might actually be useful). There must be other devious forces at work here because while such a move may not spark the Mets' bats, it strikes this fan as an obvious thing to do, and just might give fans a little more hope each game before Pedro pitches.

Every so often I seem to forget that this is supposed to be a music blog as well, and for that I apologize. I did something bad last week in that I downloaded The New Pornographers' upcoming Twin Cinema waaaay before it's apparent August release date. I feel a little less bad knowing that I'm seeing them this Wednesday and Saturday and wanted to be familiar with the new material, and even less bad knowing that there's absolutely no way I wouldn't purchase the album both out of respect for the band and their label. It also helps that unsurprisingly, it's great. Moreso than the last two records, Twin Cinema almost seems like a compilation of solo material from their three main songwriters (Newman, Case and Bejar), which might sound somewhat crappy, but it's not. It just means that the tunes where Neko sings lead are more akin to her solo work in that she's no longer restricted to simply belting it out (e.g. the excellent "Bones of an Idol"), and the A.C. tunes sound more like stuff from The Slow Wonder (the title track, "Sing me Spanish Techno") than before. They also use loops now too. Whatever. The New Pornos have now taken on a Super Furry Animals-like consistency of quality, and I'm not gonna expound too much on a record that doesn't come out until August. But believe me when I tell ya that I'm going to be screaming for "Stacked Crooked" at the Maxwell's gig (despite the fact that such enthusiasm might clue the band into the fact that I've already heard the record, pissing them off).

A few days ago, Central Village made a post discussing Hella sideproject "The Advantage", and their rockin' take on old Nintendo tunes. CV posted an Advantage take on a song (actually two songs strung together) from the game Goonies II, and if nothing else, the band's execution was a little too pure to the source material, and sort of suffered as a result. A little better IMO, is this band from Phoenix called Minibosses, who also do the 8-Bit NES cover thing, but with a little more rawk action. Their take on the themes from Castlevania III production-wise sounds like it came from the same sessions that birthed the new Sleater-Kinney record (though probably not by choice). Still, they too suffer from treating the source material with a little too much respect....and there's the odd fact that some of these songs actually sound better when played with the NES's dinky sound than a full scale band. Why nobody has attempted to tackle the first level from Life Force (the other non-Contra Konami game to utilize the legendary Up Up, Down Down, L,R,L,R, B,A start code) is beyond me. Konami games always had the best tunage.

The only thing closer to a complete meltdown in this afternoon's sporting world other than the Mets belonged to defending U.S. Open champ Retief Goosen, leading the pack at the start of the day at 3 under, only to drop to a 4-way tie for 11th at 8 OVER. He dropped 11 strokes! Even I wouldn't have dropped 11 strokes at Pinehurst, and I'm lucky if I can get out to the links more than once every two months.

Friday, June 17, 2005

We'll take it.

Webster's Dictionary- "Piazza Jack" - "A meaningless home run hit by the New York Mets starting catcher when his team is either ahead or behind by five runs or more, seldom with runners on base."

That's the way it's been for the past three years or so, but a 9-6 win is still a little nicer than an 8-6 win, and the extra run actually allowed Mets fans to breathe a bit easier during that 3-run Danny Graves meltdown in the 8th. Let's hope it's a sign of things to come.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Stop the presses!

Carlos Beltran just hit a 3-run homer and Pedro Martinez wasn't pitching. The Mets are in the midst of a 4-run inning, and there's still nobody out. Pinch me. They're up 5-3 in the fifth inning. I won't be the slightest bit surprised if they lose this game (and lose it big), but this is still amusing/promising.

I still can't get around the sight of seeing Brian Daubach's ugly mug in the MLB Gameday box when he steps up to the plate. He's like the Sandman from Metallica's "Enter Sandman" video wearing a Mets cap.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Go West Young Men.....

Regarding the Oakland pitchers that page 86 of this morning's NY Post states are going against the Mets this week....huh? Joe Blanton (1-6, 6.13), Ryan Glynn (0-2, 5.73) and Danny Haren (4-7, 4.28)? Who the heck are these guys? Haren I'm vaguely familiar with b/c he was on the Cardinals last year and bears a striking resemblance to a Licensed to Ill-era MCA, but the other dudes? We have come a long way from the BIG THREE of 2002-2004. I'm actually sort of surprised that Minaya never pulled the trigger on something resembling a 'Heilman + prospects' for Barry Zito swap (who reunited with Peterson would certainly be preferable to every other lefty on staff), but maybe that was never even on the table. Who knows. Oakland sucks, and yet I'm still guessing that tonight's pitching performance may prove to be one of the finest of Joe Blanton's young career; going on the Amazin's predilection for turning crappy teams' #4 starters into Cy Young candidates for an evening. We'll see. I enjoy watching 10 PM games for some reason...maybe because I was never allowed to stay up for them in the 1980's.

Amazin's aside, I've been finding that the first half of 2005 has been rather fruitful so far as mindless, British power-pop singles have been concerned. First there was The Kaiser Chiefs "I Predict a Riot" (great tune, average parent album), any number of songs off of Art Brut's Bang, Bang, Rock and Roll, and for the first time yesterday I heard "Apply Some Pressure" from Maximo Park, and that too is an incredibly catchy slice of Brit power-pop, sounding like a herkier-jerkier Futureheads with some screechy, Sister Ray-esque, organ for good measure. I guess I'm supposed to be completely sick of these "fake Gang of Four" (a Brownstein phrase) bands by now, but that Maximo Park tune is quite the pleasure. I've listened to the rest of the album once through, and while only "Grafitti" and "Signal and Sign" immediately grabbed me, I was impressed enough with the rest to at least give it some more cursory listens. Indeed.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Baseball n' BBQ.....

I do love me some Mets baseball, but I'm not so lame as to completely waste a Saturday night by watching a game from start to finish, especially one that doesn't ge underway until 8:35 on account of rain. So I was pleased that dinner and post-dinner ice cream consumption allowed me to only catch the bottom of the eighth inning and onward. The good bits (i.e. 9th and 10th innings) of Saturday night's Mets / LAAAngels matchup were evocative of that Yanks/BoSox game last year where Jeter re-arranged his face diving into the stands for a foul ball, except that you're supposed to expect stuff like that from Jeter, if not elite pinch hitter Marlon Anderson, whose inside the park HR and subsequent bloody face was easily the most entertaining Mets moment I've seen this year since Dae Sung Koo's double off of Randy Johnson. And it makes perfect sense in retrospect that such bravado could only be followed up by a Cliff Floyd walk-off jack, although I admit to expecting him to strike out looking at an 80 mph change-up at the time.

So I leave this afternoon in the 5th inning to grab some brunch, and get back in time to see Francisco "K-Rod" Rodriguez making Kaz Matsui look even more helpless than usual on a steady diet of breaking balls en route to closing out a 4-3 Angels win. Ugh. David Wright was understandably disappointed for allowing a run to score in the prior inning by being unable to handle what was in his defense a considerably difficult grounder, but the brunt of the blame should be placed on the Amazins' incredibly lifeless bats, which once again appeared to go predictably limp with runners in scoring position...especially in the first inning, when a measly one-out single with runners on second and third could have made Angels' starter John Lackey's afternoon considerably shorter. The considerably tall pitcher lacked his best stuff all afternoon, walking a season high six batters, but the latter probably had as much to do home plate umpire Eric Cooper's non-existent strikezone as with control problems. The latter neglected to give Pedro Martinez the corners all afternoon, and tossed out Mike Piazza in the first inning; apparently for arguing balls and strikes while sitting in the dugout. Young has officially earned himself a spot alongside Mark Wegner and C.B. Bucknor in the SoF Hall of Fame for douchebag umpires.

But more than just baseball was afoot this weekend. This weekend was also host to the Third Annual Big Apple Barbeque , in which some of the country's finest "pitmasters" took over the three blocks of Madison Avenue alongside Madison Square Park for two afternoons of live music, Brooklyn Beer , and lots of kosher goodies like pulled pork shoulder, smoked sausage, and beef brisket (not your bubbe's version). The key was to show up early, 'lest you wanted to wait 40 minutes for your $7.00, appetizer-sized plate of barbeque. While local eateries such as Blue Smoke and upstate favorite turned Harlem haunt Dinosaur BBQ were represented, the real draw were the pitmasters from down south, where some would have you believe that BBQ is a religion. The pork shoulder from "Big Bob Gibson's" from Alabama was especially fine, as was the sausage from Elgin, TX; supposedly the 'smoked sausage capital of Texas' (which is seriously saying something).

From a musical standpoint....James Brown trombonist Fred Wesley supposedly led his band around 5:00, but my party (members of MMM and Peephole, actually) was long gone by then. Most of the entertainment fell into a kid-friendly, wedding band style mix of rock and country, although I was quite surprised to hear one act do a nice cover of Tom Petty's "Listen to Her Heart" and make no alterations to the word "cocaine" in the first verse. Rock!

Wednesday, June 08, 2005


It was ridiculously hot last evening. I was in the right field Mezzanine at Shea, and after having rapidly imbibed both a Bud and a sausage, I felt like I was going to vomit. It didn't help that the sun was still out for the first two and a half innings. But Pedro Martinez was on the mound, so the heat and/or nausea was well worth it. There's a reason why Bill "Sports Guy" Simmons once wrote that he would often drive 4 hours to watch this guy pitch for Boston or plan his entire week around his starts....poetry in motion. 2 hits, 12 Ks, and a complete game. It's only fitting that his no-hitter in the 7th was broken up by .217 rookie Chris Burke...another in the long line of no name light hitters to keep the 44-year streak of zero no hitters intact (e.g. Kit Pellow of the Rockies (Glavine) and at one time some no name Rockies starting pitcher who doubled (Trachsel). Regardless, when Pedro is on, the crowd eats it up, creating an energy at Shea not unlike when Doc Gooden was on the mound (and I am old enough to remember what that was like....albeit just barely). Minaya for President.

When did they start serving corndogs and Cuban sandwiches at Shea? 3 bucks for a corndog seems like a bargain compared to 5.75 for sausage and peppers. I think the Cubans were only $4.50....only 50 cents more than a less than delicious Nathan's hot dog. I'm not really feeling the Nathan's switch.....the french fries are better than last year, but Shea had Kahn's hot dogs for soooooo long, and I would have liked to think they would honor that tradition. That said, the way in which the hot dogs are cooked still makes the Nathan's dogs taste the exact same as the Kahn's version. Weird.

Gomez put out a double live album yesterday. I had no idea. Good for them.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Third album = meh.

So I've actually listened to the new Coldplay disc enough at this point to confirm what I had initially thought/feared many months ago; X/Y is the sound of a band trying sooooo hard to remain huge while "expanding their sound," that they forgot to write more than five decent songs. Listen hard enough and you can probably hear the sound of a frustrated Chris Martin angrily cursing out the Pro Tools rig when he can't decide whether or not "Square One" would be better with or without the keyboard squiggles in its first 5 seconds. Nothing, but nothing appears ever so slightly out of place, and the lack of looseness and/or catchy songs robs the band of its strongest trait IMO - warmth. Songs like "Square One," "Twisted Logic" and "Low" serve no purpose other than to simply exist as a springboard for the band to overuse new synthesizers and on the latter, sound like Interpol. The album is not without a few good cuts - "Fix You" and "A Message" will likely prove to be their biggest hits yet, and will unquestionably cause the band to shift several units long after the first week Billboard surge. I like the track that jacks the riff from "Computer World", and the 'hidden' track (hidden how?....it shows up as track 13 on my CD player) "Kingdom Come" is actually quite good because the band sounds loosey-goosey...like "Green Eyes" from the last record.

But that's about it. This thing as a whole is just simply too polished. In an effort to appear "forward thinking" and "futuristic", the majority of X/Y just comes up sounding cold (and don't even get me started on the lyrics). This is coming from someone who completely loved the last record. X/Y just makes me appreciate Sleater-Kinney that much more.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Zambrano In 'Not Awful' Shocker!

Backed by some clutch double plays, an increasingly dangerous Jose Reyes (3 singles, 3 SBs), and a (gasp) clutch Piazza RBI, Victor Zambrano managed to outduel Arizona sinkerballer Brandon Webb, garnering the victory in a 2 to 1 win. I was walking into my apartment right when this game ended; I'm told that Braden Looper's 'save' was considerably Looper-like in that it was far from clean, but this was still a solid win---a fine way to ease into Thursday's Pedro start and a much needed confidence booster for Zambrano. It's not like he was that awful in his past few starts, but at least this game didn't have his trademark '3-run inning' that he seemed to post with alarming consistency.

Man....those Royals put up a fight. Who's gonna lose their job?

On the not so hot side...Miguel Cairo strained a hamstring attempting to beat out a grounder, not unlike this lucky fellow, and is day to day. When the hell did a hamstring become so easy to strain? I played little league for five years and never strained mine....did break two ribs from failing to get out of the way of a fastball though. With the bases loaded. Tie score. We won the game!

And is it just me, or were the Mets really hot on getting Juan Gone on their staff a few years ago? I think at the beginning of the Alomar-era. Looks like they may have actually dodged a bullet for once there.....

I listened to most of the tracks off the new Coldplay disc here. It actually didn't sound half bad, although my tinny laptop speakers were having a hell of a time handling the synth overload on more than a few tracks. I don't hear U2 so much as, well....Coldplay with a heavy synth makeover and some New Order-style drive and propulsion to some of the tracks. "White Shadow" sounded especially good on first listen, and "Square One" packs a punch, and completely rips off the 'Theme from 2001,' in somewhat hilarious fashion. If there is one thing that Chris Martin shares in common with Bono (at least all post Rattle and Hum Bono), it's his penchant for utterly silly, rhyming lyrics that are laughable outside of the context of a hockey stadium, but will somehow probably sound really good within those same stadiums. Early verdict: not exactly OK Computer, or even War, but not awful, and fortunately not a facsimile of their last two records.

What the hell.....VH1 Classic just showed the first 45 seconds of Echo and the Bunnymen's "Never Stop," rudely cut to a commercial, and then played some weak-ass Style Council song, but tagged it as being the Echo tune. Weird. Now the Soup Dragons are on! Love me, hold me!