March 23, 2010
My name is Alfie. I’m 23 years old. And I’m a Euroholic.
I am, more precisely, a politics-obsessed Europhile: two causes which have rarely been less popular in my homeland, but which go together hand-in-hand.
Combined, they mean that this May I will be reduced to a quivering heap of nerves. On the 6th May Britain goes to the polls for a general election – a contest which is very likely to go badly for my team, and leave me wanting to drink a ballot box of gin. On 29th May Europe goes to the phones to select its best-worst song of the year in the annual lycra-wrapped camp-fest that is the Eurovision Song Contest – a contest which is still more certain to go badly for my team, but will nonetheless leave me wanting to climb onto the roof and sing ‘Dancing Queen’ while downing bad sangria.
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March 21, 2010
You were excited when Phoenix’s last album, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, came out, weren’t you? (If you weren’t, you should have been, and if you just go become obsessed with it now, no one will be the wiser.) You didn’t think their music could possibly get any better. Hey, they probably didn’t think their music could get any better.
And then it did.
And then go check out these guys’ website and become obsessed with them too. Maybe read the article where the awestruck Phoenix band members said this video “would… bring a tear to the eye of an SS officer.” I love these guys.
December 14, 2009
Rarely am I at a total loss for words, but this made my day in ways I cannot begin to describe. Maybe I’d comprehend it better if I could understand the words, but I’m somehow doubtful. Charm overload.