what is the friday 7?

Welcome to the new home of the friday 7. For the last few weeks tf7 has been at my main blog fast broads, but now, due to the fact that it takes up window space it has it's own shiny sparky home.

So what is the friday 7? Basically it's the seven songs that have been nagging me throughout the week. Songs that are in my head and stuck there, refusing to let go. Like the little alien that clings to John Hurt' s mush. You can catch up on previous entries here or if I were you I wouldn't bother. Just start here with



Robots In Disguise The DJs Got a Gun

One of three of their tracks that have been doing me nut in proper the last week or so. Noel Fielding's mates - so I should detest them cos I can't stand him, he's a cock - are the electropop Shampoo.



They look like a band who are all about the hair - Townsend spent thousands on guitars, these two spend thousands at Toni and Guy. For a better song try The Sex Has Made Me Stupid

Shed Seven Chasing Rainbows

York's finest* at their best. They may have had their moment, but this was their moment. Forget the football terrace anthems and the swagger attitude of Disco Down and She Left Me On A Friday this is what Shed Seven will always be about.





Gene Olympian

Somewhere in the underground bunker owned by the men in black suits is a room where all the really good bands who showed promise are kept. The room is decked out with a single 50"plasma screen showing clips from Top Of The Pops and CD:UK of boy bands and slaggy girls at No 1 in the charts. These bands are strapped to chairs with their eyes forced wide open like in Clockwork Orange, while in a corner a man in white lab coat berates them for having ambition, and how they should cower under the glory of processed pop before being released into the community, broken and beaten, to take up jobs in accounts departments and HR. Gene are one of those bands. And it's a shame because they could have been contenders



Roxy Music Virginia Plain

You know how sometimes you love stuff and you don't know why? That's how I am with the Roxy Music. Pity they went really shit because Ferry's voice is so smooth and rich, and the music is some hodge podge of styles, and they look completely bonkers. Here's one of their best

David Devant and His Spirit Wife Cookie

The natural successors to Roxy Music's crown. You can hear the ghost of Eno in there. Pop should be balls out and big, and here we are with big hairy gonaded pop

The Wedding Present Brassneck

I've just decided I don't trust you anymore.
I've just decided I don't love you anymore.

Glad to see old Gedge's got his priorities right.

Beatmasters Featuring Betty Boo Hey DJ, I Can't Dance (To That)

The 80s saw pop go from bad to worse to half decent again. The end of the 80s saw the UK dance explosion, and the Beatmasters were one of the few good dance music makers, normally co-opting a cool act for vocals such as The Cookie Crew and Merlin. Here, they launched a whole new career by showcasing the talent of one Alison Clarkson. Check the video for the campest table top dancing

BONUS

The weather is fucked, so here's something to bring memories of summers past. Summers of sun, warmth, barbequeues and playing in an inflatble pool in the back garden, wearing just your pants.

*Has there been another band from York, apart from the chocolate factory brass band?