
Being contrary sorts, while everyone else is Twittering away 20 times a day we prefer to post occasional but quite long blogs. They’re usually written by Andrew, who, believe it or not, spends most of his days writing for money.
I read the NME today, for the first time in a while, curious as to whether it was worth Ash, our PR person, sending them a copy of the album. Clearly we’re not going to turn down publicity from anyone (we are not idiots) but it really made me cross, as the NME generally does.
Back when we released our first single - a CD, which we spent much time and more money than was probably sensible or necessary packaging as beautifully as possible - I couldn’t help noticing how many people were suddenly predicting the imminent demise of the CD single.
I had a dream about OMD the other night. I’m walking through town with Andy McCluskey and someone like Janet Street Porter. Andy is explaining why he went from making landmark experimental pop albums like Architecture & Morality and Dazzleships to writing gloopy, predictable ballads for Atomic Kitten. To illustrate the different direction his life could have gone in, he takes us to Billy Childish’s house…
The greatness of Kitchens of Distinction is something I frequently shout about at anyone who will listen, even as they stare at me in mute incomprehension when I tell them The Death of Cool is one of the best albums of the last 20 years.
Almost every week recently, I’ve found a band whose lyrics leap off the page. Where did these people come from all of a sudden?