clothes and records and dancing.
Don't buy it, make it yourself.
shaky.
you, if your legs are fierce clicky
is good, there is lots of it in my flat.
Proper dirty electro, the type that isn't on a Ministry of Sound compilation that they play in the gym with the song that goes 'Electro. It's the future". No it's not. Do you not remember the 80s?
Rex The Dog and all his smashing remixes.
Disgoth, one day there'll be a Disgoth Ministry Of Sound compilation and We Are Snazzy will feature prominently.
We Are Snazzy.
Husky Rescue and their amazing drum fills.
The Knife (but not that dodgy pitchshifted vocal thing they keep doing)
Simian Mobile Disco and Giogio Moroder.
The 80s stylings of Fred Falke and Alan Braxe.
Justice, Vitalic, dirty acid and crunchy noises.
Smutty lyrics.
Ignition record sleeves.
Yes sir, I can hardcore.
Cut Copy and Kim and Modular in general.
Obviously Tiga, DFA, Soulwax/2ManyDJs, LCD and Felix.
Morrissey's dad jokes and the Smiths
Lovely Erlend Oye.
Kylie, especially when she makes sex noises cos she's being fingered by Casey Spooner.
Most of 1970s New York (except the Ramones, they suck).
Kool Keith and Joni Mitchell.
MSTRKRFT and Kraftwerk.
Joan Baez and Falco
The Sisters of Mercy and Wham!
Mazzy Starr, Jamie Starr and Singstar.
80s high skool trash, Pretty in Pink, Ferris Bueller, Some Kind of Wonderful and all John Hughes except for dreadful comedy sidekick in Sixteen Candles.
council estate misery, Sixteen, Ladybird,Ladybird, Nil By Mouth, Meantime, Trainspotting and anything with an unhappy ending.
Absolutely NO dream sequences or films about tripping. Who wants to listen to/watch your dreams? Not me. Except for Science of Sleep which is the exception to the rule as it involves felt typewriters and button-eyed ponies.
josh hartnett with his shirt off (though not 40 days 40 nights)
Dirty Dancing and Grease and The Slipper and the Rose, and other Sunday afternoon comedown rubbish
Romper Stomper (when Russell Crowe was still hot, if a little right wing)
Almost forgot to mention Top Gun.
is really shit. The only good time for telly is when you've been out the night before and you have no brain.
The first few series of Bad Girls were good though.
So is Peepshow.
First series of Kids from Fame DVD. Astounding. Leroy was so gay and we never suspected a thing
depressing childhood memoirs. Irish, sexually abused by nuns and locked in the attic by a stepfather with Munchausen by proxy syndrome before spiralling into drug addiction, prostitution and a 1950s asylum. don't bother reading the last three chapters where they join a 12 step programme and ultimately find redemption. Who cares. Best examples of my love for vicarious despair are:- Will there really be a morning-(apparently not really) by Frances Farmer, H -by Christine F. Bridge across my sorrows (battle through the worthy Ho Chi Minh City bit for the most miserable life ever)-by Christina Noble, The little prisoner- by Jane Elliott
Unhappy endings, and therefore Hans Christian Anderson fairy tales. Disney lied to us, The Little Mermaid turned into foam on the waves cos the prince married someone else.
biographies, especially music related.
miniature, and all other fun-size chocolate