I’ve said before that U2 probably top the list of bands it’s cool to hate, but when the sun is shining, you’re having breakfast in a lovely cafe in Melbourne, and Angel Of Harlem, with its wonderful Stax-style horns comes on the radio, I have to disagree.
Sing it Bono.
Angel (of Dublin) by eelus, taken by me
It couldn’t be anything other than Drive by The Cars really, could it?
Who’s gonna tell you when
It’s too late
Who’s gonna tell you things
Aren’t so great
You can’t go on
Thinking nothing’s wrong
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight
Who’s gonna pick you up
When you fall
Meanwhile, in other news…
There’s really not much I can add to this video, if anything. It’s introduced by a cultural genius & saviour of modern Manchester (seriously – if it weren’t for him & the IRA making regeneration a necessity, the place would still be a ghost town) and features the band responsible for the best British début album of all time in their beautiful, arrogant, youthful prime: where the bloody hell did the last 20 years go?
Ladies & gentlemen, I give you The Stone Roses introduced by Tony Wilson.
Waterfall by wwarby on flickr