It’s a miserable Sunday, so let’s cheer ourselves up with a lap or two around the blogosphere, shall we?
As usual, D-Luv’s got the low down on the charts game across the pond. More specifically, he’s discovered that Robyn is still putting out old music, Girls Aloud is preparing an epic second single release, and Beyoncé finally found a way to the top on her own.
Raj of ElectroQueer has put up an incredible review of Darren Hayes‘ much anticipated project, This Delicate Film We’ve Made. The result sounds absolutely luscious, and I’m so looking forward to seeing the end product myself!
JJS III of It’s The Money Shot! continues in his tradition of posts eclectic: This time, a remix of Beyoncé’s “Single Ladies” by the incomparable Ashley Breathe. He’s also opted to push my buttons with some minor Circus hate, but I’m holding my tongue…sheerly out of blogger-to-blogger love.
Near and dear Muu friend 8/1 has posted about unsigned UK band, The Golden Filter. Judging by “Solid Gold,” this may be THE new band to watch for in ’09! A bit Goldfrapp, a touch of Hercules & Love Affair, a glitter drop of RóisÃn Murphy, and all DIY electro-pop…I’m absolutely in love with this band’s sound. Will be exploring further!
My good friend Faisal of Ohh! Crapp has been posting in his usual, nonsensical manner. A nice, long rant about Lady GaGa, followed by an MP3 from…Lady GaGa. It’s okay, Faisal…Love you, anyway :)
XOLondon has bunched together some of the greatest musical moments of ’08. While we don’t always see eye to eye on our artists, I absolutely adore his selections. Prime opinions and keen pickin’s, as usual!
HardCandyMusic is keeping the beat alive with some nice “Justify My Love” remixes.
And to throw into the mish-mash of already scattered thoughts, I’ve decided to include a favorite of mine from Depeche Mode that I fancied for myself tonight. Miserably bleak, wry, and slightly damning, “Blasphemous Rumors” is an ominous recounting of life’s most unexpected events. It’s a slightly horrifying mix of industrial clangs, music box strings, and a series of horned synth blares. The song also happens to feature one of the greatest choruses of all time: “I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours, but I think that God’s got a sick sense of humor. And when I die, I expect to find him laughing.” Absolutely essential material.
