Starsmith – Lesson One

Before everything kicks off tomorrow, I’m going to listen to this song lots.

I heard it in Summer last year and it was as sultry now as it was then. Yesterday’s balmy weather clearly fooled my body into thinking summer was on it’s way. WE HAVE A WHILE TO GO YET PEOPLE.

Besides, it’s always nice to watch a video of an attractive man walking round Dover with a girl who’s face I cant remember/have any interest in. He lights a few cigarettes, brushes his teeth, goes fishing, climbs a few rocks, then traipses back to the tent to have mediocre sex with his unappreciative girl friend.

You know some guys are just like that.

The song however, is lurvely.

Oh and if Liverpool Football Club don’t win against Cardiff on Sunday, expect a lot of angry music next week. Just sayin’

Robyn Vs Whitney – Dancing in Houston

This isn’t a very Tuesday tune. But it’s the tits and I shall be playing it relentlessly before I go out this weekend.

One thing I’m NOT giving up for Lent = Whitney Houston

By dannycliffe

MIA – ‘Bad Girls’

You know that moment when you board a crowded train and you’re not really sure where to stand? MIA makes me feel like that. My position on her is continually fluctuating between that decent spot leaning near the door and that awkward stance in the aisle next to someone’s seat.

I remember reading about her practically eons ago in either the NME or ID magazine (Ed – Oh god I bet you were WELL annoying at school). I remember hearing ‘Galang’ and thinking to myself “Hmm. This sounds rather good doesn’t it? I’ll probably give the album a listen, identify my favourite tracks and then play them constantly at house parties until I get told to put Kings of Leon back on”

Which is pretty much what happened.

By the time the second album ‘Kala’ came out I was in university and had the opportunity to go see MIA. It was in a small venue and it was full of the following:

– women

– discerning fags

– people who’s usual indie night had been cancelled. (Ed – “What do you mean I wont be able to dance to The Smiths tonight?!”)

It was a sweaty affair. One of my friends stormed the stage and managed to sniff MIA and told me that she smelt of jasmine, chemicals and feminism.

Then we got told that MIA wouldn’t be making any more music and would instead be concentrating on her art. I was disappointed.

THEN she did that ‘Born Free’ song which came with that video. Then that album.

And now in 2012 she does a duet with Madonna and flips the bird at a global audience of 523075304794074o million or whatever. She’s become that artist. She’s the over crowded train.

Still kind of like her though.

By dannycliffe

Happy Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day gutter sluts!

If you’re spending this year’s Valentine’s Day single, then you can look forward to an anonymous card in hand writing which looks suspiciously like your mothers; a microwave bolognaisse for one, served alongside a gnawing feeling of abject loneliness, desperation and misery.

I know right?

If you’re in a couple and are doing something coupley with your significant other then I am very happy for you. (Ed – What? Seriously?)

Look. Here at STBB we know that it kind of sucks to being single on Valentine’s Day. But we also know that being coupled up on Valentine’s Day feels pretty nice (Ed – Although couples shouldn’t brag about how awesome it is. That’s just a whole new dimension of tacky grimness I’m not prepared to go into).

So here’s a bunch of songs for single folks, coupled folks and all the people in between! (Ed – Right, you’re getting sacked)

Song for the Solidly Single: ‘Dirrty’ – Christina Aguilera

“Oh! What’s this? A box of chocolates for me? How romantic! I’m really going to enjoy smearing them all over my mouth and titties. Yeah justz likee thaaaa’ baby OOOH YEAAAH YOU LIKE THIS? TASTES SO NASSSSTY!” Let’s be frank – tonight you’ll be less interested in ‘The One’ and more preoccupied with having lots of orgasms in a skeezy sex den. And that is totally valid. I support your sluttyness. Not that you need support from anyone. Does anyone else miss slutty, orange Xtina? I do. I mean, when the singer of ‘Turn Back Time’ looks better than you do, it’s time to re-evaluate that whole McDonald’s & Rosé diet you’ve been on for the past year.

Song for a First Date: ‘Like a Virgin’ – Madonna 

First dates are WELL exciting. They’re kind of like boxing matches only with considerably less people and (hopefully) no pugilism. There’s the build up of choosing where and when to have it, what to wear, what aftershave to put on etc. Then the date itself which can be a neat little cocktail of flirtation, leading to a second date OR an utter disaster. If it goes a bit Xtina-shaped, don’t despair; it’s always a fun story to tell afterwards. Imagine the überlolz telling your friends about the time you went on a date with a guy who had his Pagan wedding vows tattooed down the side of his arm. From his previous marriage to a WOMAN. Admittedly it’s not as weird as Madonna’s date with a strange lion-man but that bitch is never one to be upstaged.

Song for Having a Massive Crush: ‘Crazy’ – Britney Spears

You fancy this person so much you feel borderline psycho. Seeing them feels like a trip to Disney World with Nicki Minaj and a huge bag of weed. This feeling is slightly co-dependant but who cares! Melissa Joan Hart’s in the video! Plus if Britney can look that cool whilst being obsessed with someone then so can you.

Song for Being Totally Loved Up: ‘The City’ – Patrick Wolf

Yes it’s earnest. Yes it’s romantic. Yes it’s unapologetically saccharine. But you know, that’s love innit. I imagine Patrick Wolf to be a bit of a dick; but when he writes shit like this, who cares?

Song for Being Jilted & Angry: ‘Caught Out There’ – Kelis

You know, on days when everything is starting to slide into a major-league self-pity party, I find putting on ANY Kelis record just cock-slaps those negative feelings out of your skull. But if you’ve been dicked about by some loser then you can’t do better than this one.

RIP Whitney Houston

You know when she wasn’t smoking crack, getting abused by her douchebag of a husband or giving lacklustre performances on prominent UK TV Talent Shows (Ed – Ahem), Whitney Houston was pretty fucking good.

To me there are two versions of Whitney Houston. 80s Whitney and 90s Whitney. Both were brilliant in different ways.

80’s Whitney

80s Whitney Houston comes on like a baby tiger cub. Fresh from the litter and full of the exuberance of a creature who has never been hurt before. Unafraid, unapologetic and not reluctant to ask questions. She’s curious and hopeful and all the other cool adjectives you are before you become ‘old’ and ‘jaded’.

How Will I Know?

I wanna Dance with Somebody

So Emotional

The budgets are small, the hair is big and the tunes are huge.

90’s Whitney

90s Whitney is grown up. She’s singing about having her heart broken by some douche bag. Wearing leather and snarling. I reckon this era of Whitney’s career laid a lot of the ground work for songs such as Kelis’s ‘Caught Out There’ (Ed – Released in the same year, a few months later), Destiny’s Child’s ‘Survivor’ and Beyoncé’s ‘Me, Myself And I’ and later ‘Best Thing I never Had’

It’s Not Right But It’s Okay

I Learnt From the Best

But it wasn’t all heartbreak and subsequent empowerment. Despite the leather-bound ice queen image, the old Whitney was still present on songs like this.

My Love is Your Love

I must have listened to this song about five million times when I was 15. Little wonder – it’s amazing. This is how I’d like to remember her. Raise your lighters folks. (Ed – *fumbles for BIC*)

RIP Whitney

Madonna – Half Time Super Bowl Performance

The Super Bowl kind of reminds me of those tour gigs the NME used to do (Ed – They still do them) where they’d bunch a group of assorted artists together and make them perform at venues around the country. You’d get tickets to go and watch Goldfrapp for example, but would just get drunk in the car park outside whilst The Zutons and The Bravery were playing. Right? Right.

I do not understand American Football. I’m with everyone who says it’s over complicated rugby with shoulder pads.

I do however, understand Madonna. As much as such a woman can be understood. It’s like saying you understand string theory. You have a vague idea but the intricacies remain hidden despite years of scrutiny.

One doesn’t survive in show business for 16 years by being obvious.

Despite this I have found Madonna’s return to music…problematic. She’s famous for working with other artists and producing astonishing pieces of music, the entire ‘Ray of Light’ album being a prime example. Yet with the utter disaster that was ‘Hard Candy’ still lingering in my mind (Ed – That was four years ago. Move on!) I’m apprehensive as to what ‘MDNA’ will entail.

A Brief Summary Of Madonna’s Super Bowl Performance

1.       Chariot Entrance

2.      A head dress

3.      Gladiatorial Voguing (Ed – It’s going to be huge)

4.      Some rubbish bit with LMFAO (Ed – Reductive)

5.      The new song bit

6.      A huge marching band

7.      A huge choir

8.      “World Peace”

For me personally it was amazing. Disregarding the whole LMFAO fiasco, my brain was abuzz with higher than average dopamine levels. All induced by a woman who is 54 this year. I’m aware how much of a gay stereotype my love for Madonna is (Ed – Major stereotype. You’re a little faggot bro!) but something about her excites me on a cellular level. It’s uncontrollable.

Hey did anyone else think she looked a bit like Skeletor from the Masters of the Universe film? Also starring Courtney Cox?

Just me then.


Madonna – Give Me All Your Luvin’

You know how in comic book films like X-Men there’s a couple of bad mutants who help out the central bad guy? Like, ok, Mystique and Sabre Tooth are bad-ass in their own right but they’re not in the same league as Magneto. They aren’t levitating the Golden Gate Bridge and plonking it atop Alcatraz Island. They’re Magneto’s accessories. They’re a pair of Magneto’s earrings. (Ed – Are you going anywhere with this?)

In Madonna’s latest release ‘Give me All Your Luvin’‘, Madonna has made Nicki Minaj and M.I.A her earrings.

And boy does M.I.A hate that. She doesn’t hate it enough to turn down her pay cheque, you understand; but she’s not a happy camper. She looks like a woman whose own irrelevance to the music industry has just cock slapped her in the face. She even does a little gun shooting bit in her ‘solo’ like on that song she did three years ago. Aww. Bless


Let’s face it; the song sucks. It’s not particularly exciting. It doesn’t make your brain say some thing like this:


It does make your brain say something like this:

Brain – “Oh. Are we out of milk?”

Despite that, the song is catchy. But as I have said many times before, pubic lice are catchy. (Ed – Eww)

And the average audio aside I think the video is good. It holds it’s own.

Some Good Things about the Video

1. It’s short. No fifteen minute, pointless excercise in pseudo performance art inanity here. Just a video to go with a song.

2. It’s sponsored by Adidas and Smirnoff Vodka. Two companies I am happy to give my monies to.

3. It has a ‘just-retro-enough’ vibe. The fake streets, the studio rain, the footballers, the gun attack, the slow motion falling, the whole Marilyn Monroe clone section. It’s a bit like what Lana Del Rey’s going for. Only more fun.

4. It has crotch thrusting. Obv.

5. It has a bit where she throws a doll like it’s a football. Oh Madonna, what are you like!

I’m going to sit up and wait for her half-time performance at the Super Bowl. Fingers crossed that it’s sheer brilliance will make up for the sleep I’ll miss out on.