Recent content by Who Rattled Your Cage

True, lot of anti-white as well as anti-black racism in America now, eagerly egged on by the media.

Lived in America for over a decade, unfortunately. I repeat: it's an emotionally inarticulate country. Am I trolling? Who knows? Or cares.

It's much more aggressively homosexual now, at least in Scotland. We have the gayest parliament in the world. Our First Minister (about whom many Sapphic rumours swirl) is obsessed with sexual minority rights.

'Of course Hicks and artists understand emotions.' Never lived in America, have you? Laughing here. Incredibly emotionally inarticulate country.

So is this where the song title comes from, then?

No, Hicks did not understand subtlety or emotion either. Southern preacher-type boy.

Dear god, that cover is terrible. Americans don't understand subtlety or emotion, and thus can't cover Smiths song. Toss her to the crocs. As Bill Hicks once said of Cyrus's useless caterwauling dad Billy Ray: "I'm just trying to rid the world of all these fevered egos that are tainting our...

I don't think it's necessarily jealousy so much as the fact that some other guy (supposedly) would just come along and take her off him, easily doing (somewhere down the line) something Moz couldn't just do so easily, f*** her. It's self-loathing mixed with betrayal and embarrassment and scorn...

It's Moz singing to Marr, isn't it? Superb song.

The UK media obsessing over this vile atrocity has been one of the most prurient and disgusting things I have ever seen, as if it has anything to do with this side of the pond.

"I know the windswept mystical air/it means I'd like to see your underwear" is brilliant, cynical and knowing and funny and art-bullshit-puncturing. 'I’m really ready to be burned at the stake in total defence of that record. It means so much to me that I could never explain, however long you...

Oddly necrophiliac imagery. Suppose pretty girls do indeed make graves. Creepy stuff, if oddly blackly, bleakly funny. Depends on our sense of humour, I suppose, your sex, and whether or not you like women. Definitely not normal imagery or thinking or adjectives: "jungle...graves...Bermuda...

So should I. ;)

I will always kind of liked this Mr T Experience cover of What Difference Does It Make, from their excellent 1992 album Milk Milk Lemonade. Some people here...may not agree with my assessment. Shrug. :rock: And here's a live version I had never seen before ten minutes ago, just to further...

Christ that's risible, emotion-free drivel. Way to truncate and slaughter a classic.