The Flaming Lips ‘She Don’t Use Jelly’

Some wonderful indie-rock nonsense from Oklahoma’s Flaming Lips for your Sunday enjoyment, concerning a girl who spreads vaseline on toast, a guy who sneezes into magazines and a woman who washes her hair using tangerines. The band’s own website says ‘It’s a happy little ditty about strange people and their individual idiosynchrasies… with crunching but still harmonious noise’, and I can’t describe it any better than that.

Tonights World Cup final? I’m not sure I care that much. The Netherlands are effective and not in the habit of losing. Van Bommel seems to be setting some kind of record for committing fouls and getting away with it, while the undoubtedly talented Robben draws as many fouls as possible and rolls over a lot. Espagna play lots of very nice little passing triangles, have the most talented strikers in Europe, and struggle to win every game One-Nil. Neither are exactly setting my heart racing with anticipation. Who knows, maybe we’ll get a Four-Three classic.

She Don’t Use Jelly.mp3

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Wild Billy Childish and The Blackhands ‘Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr Hitler?’

So, with my tongue firmly in my cheek and Mr. Wild Billy Childish doing whatever he fancies doing, in celebration of today’s game here is the Dad’s Army theme done garage rock style by the bard of Chatham.

‘We are the boys who will stop your little game
We are the boys who will make you think again’.

Time to deliver Wayne.

Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr Hitler (Asda Advert – Dad’s Army Theme).mp3

La Dusseldorf ‘Rheinita’

England play Germany tomorrow. This opens several can of worms, from Twentieth Century history to always losing at penalties. Two World Wars and One World Cup. Don’t mention the war. Achtung, surrender. Dambusters. Stuart Pearce. And so on. Most of it seems to be in fairly good humour now, especially since England’s travelling support go to watch football and have a good time, rather than take part in racist/anti-Irish songs and seeing who can fling plastic chairs furthest across foreign plazas at riot police while being sprayed with the water cannon, and half murdering anyone foreign. The German media seem to have accepted our obsession with them, the war and football, and can smile benignly, especially as they usually hold the upper hand on the pitch when it counts.

This is La Dusseldorf’s Rheinita, one of the most gorgeous pieces of music I’ve heard. Formed by one half of Neu! Klaus Dinger and released in 1978, David Bowie called them ‘the sound of the Eighties’. If only more of the music of the 80s had turned out like this. Attention krautrock sceptics- this does not sound like your idea of krautrock. This is perfection spread over seven minutes thirty eight seconds. This has more in common with the production of disco, the attitude of punk and the feel and anything goes spirit of acid house and dance music. I can’t recommend it enough. Typical Germans eh?

Rheinita.mp3

World in Motion (Andrew Weatherall & Terry Farley No Alla Violenza Mix)

It’s the World Cup again. They seem to come around fairly quickly now, must be a sign of getting older. I’m not here to beat a drum for England, I have fairly low expectations, and think they’ll do well to reach the quarter finals. Not enough quality in the first eleven, aged defence and no Rio, too much rests on Rooney. We’ll see.

But we should celebrate the football fiesta of the World Cup. So, today’s post takes in two Bagging Area favourites (New Order and Andrew Weatherall) and takes us back to the only good World Cup song (comment all you like, the rest are awful, and I speak as a man who was born when Back Home was number 1), from the moment when English football changed, Italia 90. All the amateur footballologists can explain why it all started on the fields of Italy. Within three years of Gazza’s tears and the penalty shoot out with the Germans we had the Premiership, player’s wages going through the stratosphere, football shirts worn by people that had never been to game, shiny new (but soulless) stadia and the end of terracing (although obviously Hillsborough played a part here), foreign stars and coaches showing us how to play, the magic of Sky TV, and much more besides. Oh yeah, and men able to show their feelings in public.

It was also the only time football and pop culture and club culture collided in a way that was not just acceptable but cool. The opening keyboard stabs of World In Motion and that 1966 commentary sum up the summer of 1990 as much as Adamski, Happy Mondays and Spike Island. There was Bernard Sumner in the pale blue away shirt in the video, even John Barnes’ so-called ‘rap’. And in the spirit of the times let’s not forget New Order lobbied the F.A. for the song’s original title to be used- E For England- rather than World In Motion. E For England was spelt right for huge numbers of people that summer, in more ways than one.

We should also pause to appreciate the sample of beautiful official World Cup posters displayed here (from the top Uruguay 1930, Switzerland 1954, Spain 1982), works of art rather than the focus group, computer generated, corporate bilge we’ve been fed since USA ’94. Would FIFA today risk art deco or Jean Miro to advertise their product?

‘Love’s got the world in motion and we know what we can do’

World in Motion (Andrew Weatherall & Terry Farley No Alla Violenza Mix).mp3