- Over The Border
- I've Got Your Music
- Heading For The Fair
- Last Days Of Disco
- Answer Song
- Record Doctor
- 25 Years
- When I Was Seventeen
- I Threw It All Away
- Haunted Jukebox
The Pros and Cons of Words And Music By Saint Etienne
***It is Saint Etienne and, apparently, it is record store guy heresy to be against Saint Etienne.
***They have been away for a very long time...Or have they? Or have you just not noticed the last thirteen years of their career, you ignorant dolt? What about the record they did in '06? Missed that one, didn't you?
***It's got a map on the cover. And maps are brilliant. (Though it is a map of places mentioned in song—"Penny Lane," and so on. Is that cool, or is that what Coldplay would think was cool?)
***Sarah Cracknell did the vocals on Paul van Dyk's "Castles In The Sky."
***Bob Stanley has a complete set of Now That's What I Call Music albums.
***The title of this album was suggested to the band by Lawrence from Felt. Did someone say "Indiest Band Ever?"
***Sarah Cracknell can't pull off that adorable poppet voice forever, and now sounds like mice have nibbled at her ovaries.
***At times, all her lyrical diarising about music having shaped her personal history comes across like one of those nostalgic TV talking heads clip shows, where dad-aged dudes from the media reminisce about how great it was to read NME while listening to John Peel in Bury St. Edmunds in 1973: “Ooh, wasn't it marvellous when you had 7-inch singles, 'cos you really had to invest in them, didn't you? Of course, we had real music then. Not like now, when it's just Saint Etienne and Pitbull. Pitbull, with his doof-doof-doof rave-pop, and Saint Etienne, with their wry quasi-disco hymns to music's lost hinterlands of memory: that's not real music...”
***There is one particular song called "Record Doctor" that hammers this theme of hopeless devotion to records a bit too much. “Isn't music wonderful?” you are forced to ask yourself. “No,” you begin to answer.
VERDICT: The guy at the record store is wrong about Boris, he has grossly overestimated Diagrams, and he can't actually justify why he likes Alela Diane but not the Mumfords, when they are basically two sides of the same bland coin. He may, however, still be right about Saint Etienne. A Nick Hornby novel made melodic, it is both breezy in its execution and slightly stuffy in its themes.