Despite having a We7 (recommended), Spotify and an iTunes store account I still feel the need to buy the hardware, you know what I mean - those quaint legacy things you can hold in your hands - CDs, vinyl and the like. There just seems to be more of a connection to the artist, in the same way an original piece of art trumps a digital image every time - and as an ex-musician I know that the artists feel this way.
One of my favourite CDs of the last 12 months undoubtedly shows my age, the sublime Manic Street Preachers 'Postcards from a Young Man' demonstrates the ability of these veteran rockers to maintain a relevance and creative talent that outshines many a fresh faced indie rocker of the new millennium - it really is hard to believe they were signed in 1990...
The band showed their usual prescience when they penned the laid back "Golden Platitudes", a perfect melancholy summary of the demise of New Labour methinks - enjoy, or not, as the case may be.
The platitudes they all dissolved
They got too deep, got too involved
The platitudes just interludes
To break the trust with me and you
Oh what a shangri-la
Oh what a shower we are
Oh what a mess we've made
What happened to those days
When everything seemed possible
With no-one to tell you no
Where did the feeling go?
Where did it all go wrong?
Born to be a communist
But then the marriage failed
As did the partnership
The platitudes they all dissolved
They got too deep, got too involved
The platitudes just interludes
To break the trust with me and you
I fell back in love with love
I know that it might sound odd
The liberal left destroyed
Every bit of our youth
Left with the barest of bones
Leaving us all with holes
Where did it all go wrong?
Where did the feeling go?
Why colonise the moon
When every different kind
Of desperation exists?
In every single home
Where did the feeling go?
Where did the feeling go?
Where did it all go wrong?
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