Sleeve Notes: Gorillaz in the system
The Guardian, March 2010
Ahoy there! I've had a lovely week as emperor of guardian.co.uk/music. If you ignore the bangs and whimpers coming from the team tied up in the stationery cupboard, it's pretty peaceful round here. Makes a nice change from the relentless squawkings of the seagulls at Plastic Beach ...
With our album out on Monday, it's been exciting to see the reactions to the Guardian's sneak preview from the trolls that lurk round here ... I've printed out the nice ones on gold paper and had them framed. I've got the not so nice ones on a spreadsheet: I'm turning it over to Daffy from N-Ducks who'll be coming round to sort you all out later in the week. Cheers!
Howard Marks meets Alice in Wonderland
Plastic Beach isn't the only hotly awaited visual/aural feast out in the next few days; Tim Burton's Alice is out today and all. If you don't want to leave the safety of your home to see the film you can approximate the psychotropic effects of Burton's Wonderland by reading about Howard Marks's visit to Plastic Beach. Just don't drive or operate heavy machinery immediately afterwards.
Sugababes gone sour
I thought I had problems with "morale" in Gorillaz, but those toxic Sugababes make us look like the Waltons. Apparently, Mutya is suing for the rights to the name – and if she wins, Sugababes Mk II will need a total brand overhaul. It's an interesting philosophical conundrum: if none of the original members are in a band, does that band still "exist"? I mean, personally, I don't think a group can survive the removal of the singer ... or the bass player, obv. That's why I haven't made more of an effort to get rid of the three other gonks in my band. They just seem to ... disappear all on their own.
Right, I'm off. I've left 2D in the glass-bottomed observation room at Plastic Beach with only a whale for company and a packet of crisps for sustenance, so I'd best get back. Over and out!
With our album out on Monday, it's been exciting to see the reactions to the Guardian's sneak preview from the trolls that lurk round here ... I've printed out the nice ones on gold paper and had them framed. I've got the not so nice ones on a spreadsheet: I'm turning it over to Daffy from N-Ducks who'll be coming round to sort you all out later in the week. Cheers!
Howard Marks meets Alice in Wonderland
Plastic Beach isn't the only hotly awaited visual/aural feast out in the next few days; Tim Burton's Alice is out today and all. If you don't want to leave the safety of your home to see the film you can approximate the psychotropic effects of Burton's Wonderland by reading about Howard Marks's visit to Plastic Beach. Just don't drive or operate heavy machinery immediately afterwards.
Sugababes gone sour
I thought I had problems with "morale" in Gorillaz, but those toxic Sugababes make us look like the Waltons. Apparently, Mutya is suing for the rights to the name – and if she wins, Sugababes Mk II will need a total brand overhaul. It's an interesting philosophical conundrum: if none of the original members are in a band, does that band still "exist"? I mean, personally, I don't think a group can survive the removal of the singer ... or the bass player, obv. That's why I haven't made more of an effort to get rid of the three other gonks in my band. They just seem to ... disappear all on their own.
Right, I'm off. I've left 2D in the glass-bottomed observation room at Plastic Beach with only a whale for company and a packet of crisps for sustenance, so I'd best get back. Over and out!