Puchong Ink PtV

Wot a year. Being a new dad means new responsibilities . . .

. . . & new pespectives . . .

. . . & its also a great excuse to get some new ink!!!

Happy new year from Seth, Wifey & Meself!

ps: Keep forgetting to reset the date function on me camera . . .

Finally . . . a decent X'mas No1!

The Hills are alive . . . with the sound of RAGE!!! Rage Against The Machine, that is. At last! Power is back in the hands of the people. Fer too long, we have allowed silly teenage girls & worse, taste-free accountants, kill good sounds on the airwaves.

Check out the article below & breathe a sigh of relief . . . & have a MERRY X'MAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

ps: Campaign to kill manufactured pop is indeed a noble one. Glorified karaoke singers cherry picking great tunes & sucking the life & soul out of them MUST be FOOKING STOPPED!

pps: Regarding 'taste-free accountants', me makes nay fooking apologies fer that statement. Me knows two - one who refuses to check out great new sounds handed to him on a silver platter. The other buys pirated CDs containing 'cover artistes' & think Susan Boyle is the greatest thing sinced sliced bread.

Rage Against the Machine grabs Xmas pop crown
LONDON, Dec 21 — US rap-metal band Rage Against The Machine took the coveted Christmas number one in British pop charts yesterday after an Internet campaign to keep the winner of the “X Factor” TV talent show from the top spot.

The band’s 1992 single “Killing in the Name” sold more than 500,000 download copies in the past week, enough to beat Joe McElderry’s “The Climb,” which managed sales of 450,000 by downloads and in the shops, the Official Charts Company (OCC) said.

The surprise outcome brought an end to a four-year run of “X Factor” winners claiming top position in the seasonal charts, and showed the power of the Internet in the process.

It was the first time a download-only single had achieved a Christmas number one, and in the process notched up the biggest one-week download sales in British chart history.

“As we have seen in recent years, overhauling any ‘X Factor’ winner in the race for the Christmas number one is no mean achievement,” OCC managing director Martin Talbot said.

“The popular support we have seen for the record this week has been truly amazing — and handed them two all-time records.”

Previous “X Factor” winners have easily secured the Christmas top spot, and music experts had said there was little chance anyone could produce a serious rival.

Bookmakers had believed that the popularity of the show, with some 20 million viewers tuning in to see McElderry win last week, would mean his debut single, a cover of a song by American Miley Cyrus, would come out on top.

But a popular campaign on the Facebook website encouraged people who were fed up of “X Factor” taking the Christmas number one, to buy RATM’s expletive-filled single as a protest. It amassed almost 950,000 supporters.

“This is a huge victory by and for fans of real music and we extend our heartfelt thanks to every fan and freedom fighter who helped make our anthem of defiance and rebellion the anarchy Christmas miracle of 2009,” the band said in a statement.

Rupert Adam, spokesman for bookmaker William Hill, said the industry would be paying out a large six figure sum.

“Rage Against The Machine’s win was unthinkable just a few weeks ago. But the LA band have landed a sensational Christmas gamble for their fans. We simply didn’t see it coming,” said Nick Weinberg from Ladbrokes.

However, the greatest beneficiary of the closely fought battle is record company Sony BMG as both acts are on its labels.

Simon Cowell, 50, the executive producer of “X Factor” and also the creator of popular US show “American Idol,” had hit out at the online campaign, saying that it was aimed at him and it was “stupid.”

But there was some consolation for him, as Scottish singer Susan Boyle, who herself became an Internet sensation when she appeared on Cowell’s “Britain’s Got Talent” TV show, took top spot in the album charts with “I Dreamed A Dream.” — Reuters

Top Gear - Finest Thing on Telly

Continuing on our DVD binge-fest, wifey & meself finished the Top Gear - season 10/Heaven & Hell box set last weekend. Fer those in the know, this is quite possibly the most entertaining car programme there is & this is reflected by the fact that it is the MOST downloaded programme on the internet.

The appeal lies in the ability of the programme to tap into the little kids in all of us with its silly races (Aston Martin DB9 vs Jet Fighter or Fiat 500 vs BMX bikes), seriously exotic wheels & the wanton destruction visited upon the lesser marques (Kelisa anyone?).

Topped off by the super sarcastic commentary of Messrs Clarkson, May & Hammond, Top Gear manages to be entertaining viewing not just fer car freaks but fer people like me wifey who had a ball with their silly challenges (eg trying to cross the English channel in half-arsed amphibious vehicles).

If ye have not been privy to the wit & humour of Top Gear, do check out the clips here to see what they think of our wonderful Malaysian cars . . .

We are the Sons of Shankly . . .

Yesterday marked the 50th anniversary of the day when Bill Shankly took charge @ Anfield. The media has, by & large, used this occasion to highlight how far we have fallen since the great man left the Boot Room.

Saying how Shanks would have been ashamed at Rafa's team. How the current squad would have horrified the great man.

Well, fook that. Let us honour his memory & stand behind our team. If anything would disgust Shanks would be 'fans' turning on their own kind. Rafa & his team may NOT be the greatest but they're still LFC & we are duty bound to support them.

Thank you Mr Shankly fer building this great institution that has given us so much joy. Forever remembered . . .

Old but fooking Gold!

Its nay secret that like many other angry young men, me abso-fooking-lutely loves the Godfather trilogy. And though me has seen the films numerous times, me never tires of watching or recommending them to others. And yes, me may a bit over zealous at times, but that's just me (so spare me the lecture).

Anyways, wifey & meself did something me has always wanted to do which is to watch all three films in one sitting. And last weekend, Seth, wifey & meself sat down fer a Godfather marathon. All nine hours of it!!!

And fook me, the impact is still tremendous. The sheer scope & breadth of the storytelling, the career-defining performances & brilliant cinematography meant we didn't even notice our sore butts.

The first film has a slow build up but this allows all the characters to be fully fleshed out. We see how a clean cut Michael Corleone tries to break away from his familia's criminal activities only to be sucked in when his beloved father is gunned down.

Here is the central appeal of these films, the conflicted young man forced to shed blood & make difficult decisions fer the sake of his family. The anti-hero with nay choice but to go down a river of blood. Many of us are just absolute suckers fer that!

As many of ye would know, the second instalment has been described by famed auteur Stanley Kubrick as the greatest film of all time. With its parallel storyline sweeping back to Sicily tracing the roots of La Cosa Nostra, yer treated to a visual spectacle that has yet to be matched to this very day.

Many fans also love the fact that the script brings plenty of realism such as the Vatican banking scandal in PtIII & the mob's doomed projects in Cuba after the Commie revolution (PtII) into play giving the films real substance. Fer sure, the films romanticize the gangster lifestyle but hey, since when was that a crime?

Yer kindly invited to share yer thoughts on this masterpiece & why it means so much to yer.

ps: Even those who think its crap are invited to share yer thoughts . . .

Perfect Cure fer Hangover (Grateful Dead: American beauty)

Fer the upcoming weekend, me would like to share with you what me considers to be the perfect Sunday morning / post-hangover music.

Ladies & gents, me presents to ye - American Beauty by the Grateful Dead. This was when these San Fran Hippies abandoned the spaced-out jam sessions & took their music down a beautiful country lane. Recorded in a space of a couple of months (instead of years), the Dead followed the lead that had been laid down by Gram Parsons & The Byrds by taking a still infant rock scene to visit its Cowboy counterparts.

Me will admit me is nay Deadhead but this is one fooking soothing LP. Bursting with feel good & life affirming vibes, this is one album me strongly recommends to everyone. If ye digs The Eagles, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young et al, this a bona fide classic which will put ye in a fab mood no matter what or when.

And as the classic invitation goes - Turn on, tune in & chill out!!!

To download this classic from 1970, kindly click here: http://www.megaupload.com/es/?d=BQ5MRSTH

or

http://www.mediafire.com/?nmoynmjw1jm

As usual, me hopes ye will take the time to download this classic & look forward to reading yer comments on this album.

A wise man's words (PtII) . . .

As a wise man once said, "No matter how hot a lady is, someone somewhere is sick of her shite . . . "

ps: This blog in no way applauds The Tiger's indescretions but is merely pointing out how stunning good looks is no guarantee of fidelity.

pps: Look forward to reading yer comments on this accident which has made headlines everywhere . . . but apparently NOT in one of me colleague's insular world as she doesn't know who Tiger Woods is!!!

ppps: In case, anyone else is similarly katak under tempurung, please click here fer details: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/sport/golf/article6939787.ece

Easy Rider . . .

"First time I read Emma Goldman wasn't in a book. I was sixteen, hiking near the Nevada border . The quote was painted on a wall in red. When I saw those words it was like someone ripped them from the inside of my head.

'Anarchism... stands for liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion; the liberation of the human body from the dominion of property; liberation from shackles and restraint of government. It stands for social order based on the free grouping of individuals.'

The concept was pure, simple, true, it inspired me, led a rebellious fire, but ultimately I learned the lesson that Goldman, Prudot and the others learned. That true freedom requires sacrifice and pain. Most human beings only think they want freedom. In truth they yearn for the bondage of social order, rigid laws, materialism, the only freedom man really wants, is the freedom to become comfortable."

Fooking deep or wot? That's an excerpt from the latest telly series that is causing ripples with its ratings - Sons of Anarchy. Its nay real surprise that this show is getting a lot of hype given that it is brought to ye by the writer of The Shield & the producer of The Sopranos - two heavy fooking hitters in recent TV history.

Creators of the show have been leaning towards The Bard fer inspiration, no less, with plots & characters being borrowed from Macbeth & Hamlet. And in this series, the main players are members of Sam Crow - Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original - whose main source of income is from its gun running activities.

Friction arises when VP (Charlie Hunnam) starts to question the methods & leadership of El Presidente (HellBoy himself - Ron Perlman). The fact that the SOA are at war with Meth-dealing Nazis & a rival Chicano biker gang adds to the spice. Throw in a black gang who controls the heroin trade & you've got a combustible mixture.

Already, the first season has all the markings of a great series with the second season garnering rave reviews & the network already ordering a third installment. A worthwhile investment the next time you visit yer friendly neighbourhood pirated DVD emporium.

Sex, Drugs & Rock n Roll

He loves his vinyl, is schooled in the rich traditions of rock, smokes like a fooking chimney, drinks like a sailor on shore leave & . . . is hell bent on losing himself in a sea of meaningless pussy!

That's the flawed but ultimately lovable character played by David Duchovny in this Showtime series. Californication tells the tale of a down & out author who was once dangerously cutting edge but is now just a parody of his former glory. His former books - South of Heaven, Season in the Abyss, & God Hates Us All (sound familiar?) - captured the zeitgeist of early 2000s but hasn't written a jot in 7 years. Living on past glories, he is also deeply embittered that his last book was turned into a shmaltzy romantic comedy by Tinseltown.

The underlying plot to it all is his quest to win back his ex-lover & teenage daughter. The ex loves him but cannae stomach his philandering & child-like behaviour while his teenage daughter revels in the fact that her dad is cooler-than-thou but wishes he could be more of parent sometimes.

Set in decadent LA where everyone's a hustler, the stories play on the loneliness & dark comedic value of adults lost in a fug of over-indulgence. Fer instance, Hank Moody (Duchovny's character) gets himself in a fine mess when he inadvertently beds his ex's underage stepdaughter & opens himself to all sorts of blackmail by the little Lolita.

Funny, heart-warming & strangely addictive, Californication has all the right ingredients to be that perfect rainy Sunday afternoon companion. Highly recommended.

ps: Strangely enough, with a new arrival in me household, wifey & meself seem to have more time watching films / series. Suppose we are just stuck at home with Seth fer now & all we can do is zone out in front of the idiot box. Who says having a kid means having nay time fer yerself?

pps: Check out this snippet below & see if ye recognise the actor playing the deejay (clue . . . Black Flag!!!)

A Basterd of a film!

Cool title. Cool premise & a shit load of violence.

Good to see a Quentin Tarantino film top the box office charts recently & while this ain't a classic, many kudos to the man fer at least trying to make each of his films different.

Don't want to give too much away but suffice to say, there's great performances, cool-as-fook soundtrack & a sting in the tale.

Available at most good pirated DVD emporiums, there are worse ways to enjoy the impending long weekend ahead.

As usual, look forward to reading yer comments on this film.

Cool shit

In me missionary zeal, me has managed to get half of me dept to watch Pulp Fiction. All of em abso-fooking-lutely LOVED it & the office is now full of Tarantino-quoting colleagues. "Le Big Mac & Bad Mutha Fookers etc etc" all fooking day long.

Found this fooking cool wallpaper featuring the Lego version of Jules & Vincent & thought me'd share this with ye guys. Also found the script to the film, so fer those who wanna have a slightly different take on the film, do click at the link below.

To read Tarantino's ground breaking screenplay, please click here: http://www.godamongdirectors.com/scripts/pulp.shtml

In league with . . . (Dimmu Borgir: In Sorte Diaboli)

Long time no feature music. Cutting edge black metal anyone as we wait fer the arrival of the weekend?

To download Dimmu Borgir's In Sorte Diaboli (2007), please click here: http://www.mediafire.com/?kdjztazhyym .

As usual, me looks forward to reading yer comments on the album / band featured.

Booster shot

Sigh . . . Monday . . . Dreary . . . Rain soaked . . . Double fooking sigh.

If any of ye are having problems with yer inner ignition, here's a much needed shot of humour which will hopefully jump start yer day.

ps: The above comic is possibly me fave piece from Gary Larson's impressive canon of work. Genius.

pps: Yes, yes, me inhales too . . .

Whilst we are still on a roll . . .

Overkill? Maybe. Gloating? Fer sure. Enough? Not really . . .

ps: Another great article: http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2009/oct/27/roberto-martinez-sir-alex-ferguson

Naming & fooking shaming . . .

The video above is dedicated to:

Me boss at work, Mr Terence Chong Wai Meng, who on Friday, said, "Really feel sorry for you this Sunday. I can imagine next season onwards only way United will meet Liverpool is in the League or FA Cups as ye'll be a championship side by then . . ."

And . . .

to Mr Mac Sivanesan, publisher of Campusplus magazine, who also on Friday, said, "Liverpool gonna kena tendang this weekend." This coming from a self-proclaimed man yew "fan" who doesn't watch games "coz its boring winning all the time".

Am sorry, me usually prefers to keep a dignified silence on such matters but couldn't help no more. However, honourable mention must be made to gentlemen fans such as Mr Ciaq & Mr Amrit who sent a simple 'well played, well done' sms.

Now, if only the more mancs were like the latter instead of the former, they would be a lot less hated, don't you think?

ps: This vid has been parodied no end & one version (previously also posted here) has Mein Fuhrer talking about Malaysian elections!

pps: To read how Fergie's has got the laws of the game wrong, please see: http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2009/oct/26/alex-ferguson-referees-manchester-united .

ppps: Great t-shirt design here:

Greatest Film of All Time?

Wifey & meself managed to take a quick break from tending to junior last night & me stuck on the DVD of what is arguably one of the greatest pieces of work ever committed to celluloid - Pulp fooking Fiction.

Despite having watched it numerous times, wifey & meself were still spellbound by the hip-as-fook, one-of-a-kind dialogue & the numerous stylistic cues Quentin Tarantino injects into this masterpiece. From De Palma to Goddard, the visual spectacle is akin to having a toke of some very fine buds. And the fooking soundtrack is just BONG-tastic! Absolutely mind blowing!

Though Tarantino's later works hasn't scaled the dizzy heights of this film (which won the prestigious Palm D'Or at Cannes when it came out), he is still one of the few auteurs whose name is used to describe a certain type of scene or film - Tarantino-esque. Besides Alfred Hitchcock, how many other film makers have had their name enter popular lexicon?

Despite it being released over 13 years ago, its genius hasn't dimmed one bit. If anything, its influence on modern cinema is there fer all to see. If ye've never taken the time to watch this film, me urges ye to treat yer senses to one of the finest films made in the name of entertainment. Those who have, do so again. The knowing laughs that 'Flock of Seagulls' line (& many others) will make yer fooking week.

Royale with cheese, indeed . . .



ps: Look foward to reading yer comments on yer fave parts of this film & yer overall view of its cinematic value.

pps: Also yet to see Inglorious Basterds. Hope its a return to form.

Looking back . . . in laughter!

Am not sure if ye've watched this, but fook me, this is so funny. Me suppose it'd be different if we'd lost that night . . . But hey, we didn't, so enjoy!

I'll Never Walk Alone!

After decades of singing the anthem, it is only in the last few days me truly realised that I most certainly will NOT be walking alone from hereon . . .


ps: Oops, in the excitement, me forgot to adjust date on me camera . . .

The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste . . .

Me have in the past posted about some of me colleague's less-than-razor-sharp moments. Long-time readers of this blog may recall how one colleague Miss AA thought that Fiat was a Taiwanese marque & that Ferrari made station wagons & MPVs. And of course there was that gem "What does 'cunnilingus' mean?" quip which set the comments section here on fire!

Then there was Madam Szu Pau's inability to understand the workings of a simple tape recorder.

Well, all that pales in comparison to our new colleague - Miss Tan. After hearing that she doesn't know where Sri Lanka is, we proded her (puny) mind with a few more general questions. We asked her where was Palestine.

Guess what her answer was?

In fooking PAKISTAN!!!

So me asked her whether she thought Jesus was a hockey player. (She didn't get it).

Me then tried something closer to her heritage - who is Mao Tze Tung?

"No. Who he?"

Fooking hell . . . so we shamed her into googling fer the right info.

ps: To her credit, Miss Tan makes a killer apple pie but just don't ask her where the ingredients came from . . .

Now, that's what you call a Guest Star!!!

Ok, me will be honest here. Me was scanning the online news portals & was just about to post an article about the MIC's continued delusion & how it will soon find itself out in the cold. Then this article (below) caught me eye.

Better to highlight some "world" news rather than constantly harping on local issues, don'tya think?

Besides, these pix sure beats having to look at Samy's hair do . . .

Comments, people?

Japanese porn star in Indonesian film riles clerics

JAKARTA, Sept 29 — Filmmakers in Indonesia say they would stick to their plans to fly in a top Japanese porn star to act in a local comedy. Muslim leaders have blasted plans to bring out erotic film megastar Maria Ozawa, 23, popularly known as Miyabi, to play herself in the upcoming film, Menculik Miyabi (Kidnapping Miyabi).

But Maxima Productions general manager Adi Sudiadi said the firm would stick to plans to include Ozawa in the film, which tells the story of a group of university students who accidentally kidnap the starlet.

“We guarantee that Miyabi won’t be playing in a porn film here. We will bring her here not as a porn star, but purely for a comedy,” Sudiadi said. “Miyabi is well-known to Indonesians. We are expecting her to attract a lot of spectators here.

“We are also trying to fix Miyabi’s image by showing she can be more than just a porn star,” he said, adding that no final agreement had been reached with Ozawa to act in the film.

Indonesian Council of Ulema chairman Amidhan slammed the choice of Ozawa — who has gained notoriety in Japan’s porn industry, thanks to her Canadian-Japanese looks — as a threat to the moral health of the country’s youth.

“Even if the film isn’t pornographic, it is very dangerous for our young people, particularly if they become fans of this porn actress and become curious enough to watch her films,” he said. “We have to be firm and not let rubbish into our country. This is about Indonesia’s reputation as the world’s most populous Muslim country”’

Nearly 90 per cent of Indonesia’s 234 million people are Muslim. Indonesia’s Parliament earlier this month passed a controversial film law that imposes tighter controls on content, including violence and sex. - Malaysian Insider

ps: Am looking forward to heaing what Tuan Kerp has to say about this . . . (*snigger*)

No matter how hot ye is . . .

This article was spotted in yesterday's edition of The Sun:

Hamilton no longer finds Nicole hot
Formula 1 champ Lewis Hamilton has dumped his Pussycat Doll lover - telling her he is not ready for marriage and children. The shock break-up ends months of speculation that the pair were about to get engaged. Lewis told Nicole Sherzinger that their relationship of nearly two years was over and the chance of reconciliation was not even open for discussion . . .

Sherzinger is apparrently shocked at being dumped like a hot turd.

Goes to show no matter how fooking hot a chick is, someone somewhere is fooking sick of her shite . . .

Incredible but true.

Fook this fer a fooking laugh . . .

Am sorry, but me Raya hols was utterly ruined by yet another fiasco at the Theatre of Shite. Just where the ref found four fooking minutes of extra time was one thing but to continue play until The Scum scored in the fifth minute of injury time in the Manchester derby was yet another nail in the coffin fer fair play.

In the last home game, Fergie gets to rant & rave at refs & never gets punished. Wenger kicks an empty water bottle in the heat of the moment & gets banished to the stands.

Add this to the Roy Carroll affair, the pen against Spurs last season, the sending offs of Sami Hyppia & Masch in seperate occassions, & it should be crystal fooking clear that almost nobody will ever get a decent result there.

The dubious list goes on.

Am utterly disgusted. Might as well just hand them the league title now as it seems that the powers-that-be have already decided its destination. Fooking shite like this is fooking strangling the life out of the game we all love & cherish . . .

Support yer local comedy troupes!

Some of ye may be familiar with the riotous comedy of this terrific duo - Allan Perera & Indi Nadarajah. Fer those who have yet to see their show, me strongly urge ye to come out in support of our local comedic heroes.

After all, how many of them dare to do political satire? Unlike other comics, these two guys are NEVER gonna appear on TV or get a fat Telco sponsorship deal simply because they actually dare to take the piss out of our inherently ridiculous government.

If ye can laud the comics on Last Comic Standing or laugh at Carlos Mendias etc etc, why not take the time to check out Comedy Court's latest gig (see poster above / fer sample, see vid below). Fer a paltry RM55, ye'll be treated to a barrel of laughs & ye get to snigger at yerself when they poke fun at various racial stereotypes.

How bout we organise a FFS get-together & go fer this show? Me suggests 27 Sep (sun) or 3 Oct (sat - no game, we play Chelsea the following day!). Any takers?

ps: Me is no way related to either of these jokers, ok? Just think we should do our bit to help local talent, especially when its this good.

McFook Off!!!

Turned on the telly this morning & guess what the BBC was reporting on? Yup, it was how a small Malaysian Indian restaurant managed to beat the Mighty McD's in a landmark court case over trademark infringement.

Am sorry. Me is biased & thinks McD's is the fooking epitome of evil. Never saw why anyone would proclaim cravings fer soggy fooking fries & mystery meat burgers. Not even during me teen years did me fall fer its advertising shtick.

And fer fook's sake, in what way was this lil banana leaf restaurant threatening yer business. Different food, different clientele & different set ups. With the court ruling in favour of McCurry, the owners say they have new investors (lured no doubt by the free publicity) who want to set up an international chain of McCurries. Go fer it!!!

Everyone loves the underdog, especially one who makes good mutton paratel.

ps: Fer more details, see Malaysian Insider report: http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/37162-mcdonalds-loses-to-mccurry-again-and-finally

pps: If ye still think McD's is the bomb, please do check out Morgan Spurlock's documentary Supersize Me. Its yer tummy . . .

Don't rise to the bait

The reason why me has avoided posting anything to do with politics over the last few weeks is simply coz me refuses to rise to the bait.

The so-called "cow head demo" in Shah Alam is a UMNO-instigated fiasco designed to topple the state govt.

Fookheads in their think-tank have come to the conclusion that the best way to regain control is by continuously antagonising all us "pendatang" with inflammatory articles in Utusan & with stunts like the Shah Alam fiasco.

UMNO are counting on some hot headed Indians/Hindraf causing trouble & sparking racial riots. Just the fooking excuse they need to declare martial law like in 69.

Me must commend me fellow Malaysians fer not reacting like an angry mob & instead have politely told UMNO to go fook themselves.

Now, they are reeling from the fallout of that fooking stunt.

More & more Malaysians are desserting UMNO/BN. Make it yer personal mission to highlight UMNO/BN's shortcomings to yer family, friends & colleagues & that we will NOT be cowered by UMNO's scare tactics & racist browbeating.

UMNO is digging its own grave . . . People, let them finish the job & don't give em an excuse to exert their rule on us anymore.

ps: Please note the constant flip-flopping of wankers like our current Home Minister's who has gone on record saying "demonstration has been taken in the wrong light & they have a right to be heard". But candle-light vigil attendees do not?

pps: Also note how Mukhriz has constantly put foot in mouth.

ppps: To me Hindu brethren, sabar la. Think of it this way, McD's kills more cows everyday & they are a truly EVIL corporation.

The Greatest Comic Ever?

Fresh from the laffs of Carlos Mendias from the last posting, me though me post a couple of classic clips of the late, great Bill Hicks.

Many consider him the greatest comic to ever ply the trade. Better than Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy et al. The fact he passed on at the age of just 32 meant that his legacy is unsullied by shit sit-coms or movies.

Thing about him is that so often his monologues make complete sense & ye finds yerself nodding in agreement at the complete absurdity of things.

Fer those of ye unfamiliar with his work, me hopes these clips will spur ye to look further. The word 'genius' is often misused but not so in the case of Bill Hicks.

Have a good laugh this Merdeka weekend! Cheers!

Bloody Rude Indians . . .

Apologies fer not updating the blog, not been in a good mood this week & most of ye will know why.

Anyway, this put a smile on me face. Hope it does the same fer ye.

ps: Thanx Kevo fer this. Keep em coming.

Buy one now!

Now, me is gonna be a bit of a sloth with this post & let a pro do all the writing. And there's a few reasons fer this laziness.

1) Like many others, me thinks Jeremy Clarkson is a brilliant writer who can twaddle on about anything & yet make fooking great copy.

2) Me has been banging on to anyone who would listen that if yer looking fer some wheels which are stylish, fun & affordable, there's nothing like the MX5. Having lived with one fer over two years, the car offers virtually everything from superb handling to soft/hard top practicality. Only downside is that it ain't that fast. But fook it, the MX5 single-handedly revived the sports car market & has received over 150 awards since its inception in 1989.

So me is hoping the article below will prompt some of ye to go check some out. Prices fer the older NA models start around RM40k & there are some very tasty specimens up fer sale at the local MX5 forum (click here to view: http://www.mx5my.com/forums/index.php?s=ce6591f522ea1f21f3c422b015421070&showforum=19).

As fer those who moan about practicality & the model being too flash, me retort is 'how fooking old do ye wanna be before having some automotive fun?'. And ye can do that fer less cash than the asking price fer a MyVi. And nope, they do NOT cost an arm & a leg to maintain.

Live life - Buy a MX5 now.

Mazda MX-5
It’s far too cool for you, Mr Footballer
Jeremy Clarkson in The Times (UK) 13 Jan 2008

As the reputation of all the most exquisite cars continues to be embrowned by the nation’s footballers, those who try to combine extreme wealth with a splash of discretion and good taste find themselves in a bit of a quandary.

In the olden days, if you were to turn up at a party in a Ferrari or a Maserati, women might imagine that you were the Aga Khan. Today, however, they will cower in a cupboard all night, fearful that if they come out they will be roasted in front of a jeering mob who’ll record the event on their mobile phones and, in the morning, upload it all to the internet. “I have a Ferrari” is code for “I am a rapist”. Or, worse, “I am Kerry Katona”.

The solution, then, for wealthy people who are not rapists or Kerry Katona is to buy a car that simply isn’t on a footballer’s radar. A car that manages to be expensive and comfortable, and possibly even quite fast, without shouting, “Look at me.” A fatboy car.

The Bristol Blenheim is a fatboy car. So is the Mercedes SL. Then you have the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the Bentley Continental Flying Spur, the Jaguar XJR, the Range Rover – but emphatically not the Sport – the BMW 7-series, and the car I was given for Christmas. A 37-year-old Mercedes 600 Grosser.

Launched in 1963, it was by far and away the most expensive car in the world, with a price tag, in America, of $20,000. In its 18-year production run only 2,677 were made and almost all were bought by people who did not play football. Idi Amin, Louis Winthorpe from the film Trading Places and Leonid Brezhnev. Mao Tse-tung was said to be very fond of his, and it’s easy to see why.

Today we marvel at the power-operated boot lids on cars such as the Lexus LS 600h but the Mercedes Grosser had this feature 45 years ago. And yes, while it does without such luxuries as a heated rear window, and the dim/dip light switch is on the floor, it does have power-operated seats, windows, sunroof and even doors. And the power does not come from a fickle electric motor either. Oh no. Everything that moves on the Grosser is powered by hydraulics. Small wonder it weighs three tons.

It’s not a car you can just get into and drive, either, because hydraulics also operate the suspension. So after starting the engine you must do a crossword while the body rises to the correct height.

Still, you can then make up lost time because it has a 6.3 litre engine. The first production V8 Mercedes ever made, it develops 300bhp, thanks to fuel injection. In other words, in terms of luxury and power this was quite literally 40 years ahead of its time. In terms of style, however, it was bang-on, pure, 100% 1963. This was a time when designers were allowed to fit a car with ornaments, and the Grosser is fitted with so many it could almost be twinned with Elton John’s head.

The double bumpers, the enormous grille, the chromed wheelarches: it is a festival of brightwork and I’m only surprised it isn’t followed everywhere by a flock of magpies.

It’s the same story inside, where it’s fitted with nothing so vulgar as tinted glass. Instead you get curtains, along with interior glass wind deflectors should you feel the need to drive along with the windows down, waving serenely at the untermenschen.

The only thing that it didn’t come with as standard – but that I shall be adding as soon as I’ve designed them – are two flags on the front wings. This is the only sound you want to hear as you cruise along. The fluttering of two pennants.

Or, rather, this is the sound I imagine you’d like to hear. I can’t say for sure because I’ve had the car for a week now and so far I haven’t actually driven it. This is because most of the time it won’t start.

Sometimes it turns over with a decreasing level of enthusiasm for 10 minutes before the Titanic battery gives up the ghost. And sometimes it doesn’t turn over at all. Occasionally it coughs a little burp of hope and I prod the throttle, trying like a man marooned on a desert island to breathe a little life into the sliver of flame. But never quite succeeding.

So then I plug it into a trickle charger, and after two hours have been spent pumping some fresh enthusiasm into the battery, the engine bursts into an uneven V8 strum. The sound of joy. Followed by the groan of despair as I realise that, this being Christmastime, I’ve passed the time as the battery charged with my face in a bucket of red wine. And now I’m too drunk to go anywhere.

And so we must now leave the olden days when cars worked only if there was some warmth in the month, and look at the complete opposite of the 600 Grosser. The Mazda MX-5.

When I first encountered the new version of this modern classic, I reported that it was a better-looking, more practical version of something we all loved anyway and that you should all have one. And you all responded by buying something else.

No, really. The new MX-5 is like the new Ford Mondeo and the Subaru Legacy Outback. It is one of those cars that’s absolutely brilliant . . . and nobody buys it. You never see one on the road.

Fearful, therefore, that I’d missed some crucial aspect of the car – a spike in the driver’s seat, perhaps, or a snake in the glove box – I decided to have another look. And there’s nothing; not even a preposterous price tag. The new soft-top Mazda starts at just £15,730.

So what’s the problem? I’ve given the matter some serious thought and I’ve decided what the car missed most of all was the mark. I liked the way the old car had few luxuries, because that made it light. For the same reason it had a canvas roof you raised and lowered by hand, and I liked that too. But actually, the fact is most of us would prefer some creature comforts and a roof that moved about using electricity. We may have been drawn to the idea of an MX-5 but actually we all went out and bought a convertible Vauxhall Astra instead.

Well, Mazda has obviously realised this too because the new 2 litre Roadster Coupé I tried has a superfast electric metal roof, a surround sound Bose stereo, and a button on the dash that says “Media”. God knows what it did.

All of this must be terribly galling for the engineers who struggled to make the new car only 22lb heavier than the old one. To find the marketing department adding stuff is probably enough to have them all disembowelling themselves but the fact is this: it doesn’t make a jot of difference.

The engine still feels unsullied by cotton wool damping and active exhaust tuning. The gearbox still snicks. The handling is still deliciously front-engined and rear-drive. You still feel hemmed in behind the wheel and the plastics appear, correctly in a car of this type, to have been fitted to shroud various wires and rough edges. Not as a surface you feel inspired to lick and caress.

The MX-5, then, still feels simple and sprightly and lively. It still feels basic and honest and wonderful. It’s still a bacon sandwich made with good bread, good butter and good meat. Only now it has a splash of HP sauce.

It is an epic car, this. A car for fatboys who are still thin.

The Agony of Defeat

Wot can me say?

Gut instinct told me this was gonna be yet another false dawn as hyperbole & fan expectation reaches fever pitch only to be met with glorious underachievement.

And last nite's tepid performance against the spurs underlined that. Lacklustre, devoid of ideas and quite simply one-dimensional, me beloved LFC were just shite.

To be honest, Spurs didn't really have to over-exert themselves to claim all three points.

Pedestrian? Fook, our footie is so fooking predictable that the lame pundits on Footie Focus got it spot on . . . All four of em predicted a 2-1 reverse fer us. How fooking sad is that?

Magic Wood (Les Paul: 1915-2009)

Would the instantly recognisable ringing guitar intro to GnR's Sweet Child O' Mine sound the same if Slash had not used a Les Paul Gibson? And let's face it, many of us dreamed of posing with one even if we couldn't strum a single riff to save our bacon. It is an icon of cool.

Les Paul passed on yesterday at the grand old age of 94 after succumbing to complications arising from pneumonia. From recording techniques to iconic instruments, Les Paul has given music lovers everywhere countless hours of enjoyment.

Thank you sir & may yer memory live on forever.

For a more detailed obituary, please go to: http://www.malaysiainsider.com/index.php/showbiz/35144-original-guitar-hero-les-paul-dies

ps: Just in case anyone is confused, Les Paul is pictured at the top next to the Beatle. The other two pix highlight why his guitars are part of rock iconography.

pps: yer all invited to share yer fave Les Paul anecdote or rave about yer fave piece of music featuring his guitars.

Noise fer A New World Order! (Ministry: Adios . . . Puta Madres)

Me was introduced to Ministry by me metal-in-arms buddy Dato' Pure during our uni days. That album - The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste - fooking blew me away. With a constantly revolving line up that included two vocalists, three guitarists, two bassists & two drummers, the sound produced was akin to a . . . nay, make that two . . . power drills to yer fooking cranium.

We were fortunate enough to have caught this industrial terrorists live during their Psalm 69 tour. With Pavement & Helmet in support, the gig left us with whiplashed necks in worse shape than Mickey Schumacher's musculus sternocleidomastoideus!

Anyways, Ministry weren't able to keep up the momentum created by those two LPs & soon slipped into mediocrity. LPs such as Filth Pig & Dark Side of The Spoon were abrasive without the vision & hooks that drove those earlier masterpieces. Worse, they highlighted main man's Al Jourgensen's all-consuming drug habit & he even complained that he was forced to buy crack from the streets as the record company refused to pay him in narcotics!!!

Anyways, after two decades of noise, chaos & some truly paralysing industrial metal, Ministry has decided to call it a day by releasing this live opus - Adios . . . Puta Mandres.

To download Ministry's noisy-as-fook farewell, please go to: http://rapidshare.com/files/216274903/Ministry-Adios...-2009-RTB.rar .

Happy retirement & thanks fer the memories!

ps: Even the classically-inclined intern in me dept was fooking blown away by Ministry. He now tortures his Cinapek blockmates with it! Take a bow Matthew Ong.

pps: Famous social blogger Muststopthis ran out of me bar when we were having a Ministry party! Suffice to say, this is not fer the faint-hearted or those with cotton-candy ears.

Acute Myopia

Ok, me knows this is gonna sound fooking biased but me canna help but think majority of man yew fans are myopic wankers. Their complete lack of perspective is fooking shocking.

What is me talking about?

Ok, we've all heard Fergie's latest rant against the ref fer the supposed blunder in the Community Shield last Sunday. Go to any newspaper football site & ye'll have man yew fans foaming at the mouth in similar fashion.

Now, someone explain this to me. After Evra was body checked by Ballack, where the did the ball end up? If ye just read the papers or listened to the pundits, ye'll have thought that Chelsea broke away with the ball & scored immediately.

In fact, ball landed at the feet of Rooney who continued playing & the ref played advantage. Rooney didn't kick the ball out. None of his scum compatriots signalled fer him to kick the ball out. Several passes were exchanged before Chelsea finally got the ball & broke forward to score.

So what gives?

Another example where me was forced to respond.

A man yew fan commented on article (in Malaysian Insider) about Stevie G's court case fer affray by claiming that our capt is a THUG! Like the rest of the team who go round maiming opponents on the pitch. S/he apparently canna understand how such thuggery can be applauded as passionate play. Went on to call fer Stevie G to be hung, drawn & quartered fer crimes against humanity.

So when me brought up the names of Eric "Kung Fu" Cantona, Roy Keane & Alfe Inge Haaland, there was no response.

Lest we forget, how commentators always seem to laugh at Paul Scholes two-footed lunges as some sort of trivial joke. "The lad is a damn fine midfielder but he canna tackle." Why is that even funny?

And then another man yew plonker says that at least those players owned up to their mistakes & duly paid the price unlike Stevie G. (!!??!!)

Hmmmm . . . so premeditating GBH on a fellow pro & then profiting from it in a ghost-written biography is "owning up"? Being caught on live telly lashing out at an abusive fan is allrite? Imagine everyone reacted similarly to abusive fans.

Fooking hell. Its like LFC fans trying to justify Heysel as a bit of fun that got out of hand.

Me admits people tend to get all hot under the collar & extremely illogical when it comes to their fave teams but please try to engage the brain before posting / speaking.

Ok, rant over fer the day.

ps: Before anyone decides to roll out that all-too familiar speech about it being just a game & that its a money-making franchise . . . blah blah . . . players & teams don't care bout us . . . blah blah . . . ye obviously don't get it & worse yer PATRONISING AS FOOK!

50 Years of Damn Fine Motoring! (Mini: 1959-2009)

Me remembers me former bar manager sniggering when he saw a bunch of souped-up Minis racing around a track on Astro some years back. To him, it was a dinky little toy car & it amused him no end that these "old" machines were capable of speed of any sort.

Me however set the record straight when me pointed out the Mighty Mini's proud racing heritage, in particular its famous Monte Carlo rally victories from 1964-67. (In 1966, Minis were suspiciously disqualified after claiming the first FOUR places on the podium.) Now, the Mini wasn't racing within a specified class, it fooking beat the living daylights out of many more exotic marques in those rallies - Jaguar, Aston Martin & . . . yes, Ferrari!!!

Anyways, me has long been in love with these lil machines. Maybe it was to do with the Tiger comic strip - Mike's Marvellous Mini. Or the fact that one of me primary shool friend's dad had one. Whatever it was, me was besotted from an early age. Me just couldn't understand why me dad didn't have one instead of all those boring Jap cars he kept buying.

Now between me brother & me, we have a Mk3 as well as a Clubman which has had a stub-nose facelift. But me pride & fooking joy has got to be the MkI which ye see here (which was an engagement pressie of sorts fer me wifey). After quite some time in the workshops, me brother & meself proudly displayed THE RED MACHINE at the 50th Anniversary of the Mini @ Dataran Shah Alam today. Only two owners since rolling off the assembly line in 1965 & almost 100% original, this car elicits plenty of smiles, waves & friendly honks wherever it goes.

Although there were plenty of pristine specimens at the Mini Carnival, me was proud as fook as me Red Machine drew plenty of envious looks & enquiries from fellow enthusiasts. As with any vintage model, there'll be plenty of tears & heartache along the way but ye know what, its fooking worth it.

ps: If any of ye want to get on the Mini bandwagon, do give me a buzz. Me welcomes some company whilst waiting fer that lazy bastard Bernard to sort his wheels out.

pps: What do The Beatles, Peter Sellers, David Bowie & Paul Weller have in common? They all owned Minis!

Viva La Revolution!

Ernesto "Che" Guevara.

Revolutionary hero or war-mongering murderer?

If you want to have a closer look at the life of this infamous icon of armed struggle, do check out yer friendly pirated DVD emporium near you fer this 2-disc set. Running over 4-hours & directed by Steve Sodernberg (Ocean's 11, Traffic) & starring Benicio Del Toro as the enigmatic lead, this biopic is no walk in the park.

Heavy going at times, it does offer an insight into the life of a committed revolutionary. This film is based on Che's diaries & has been met with mixed responses. It has bombed spectacularly in the US but have garnered standing ovations in Latin America markets.

It has been snubbed at the Oscars, much to the dismay of Best Actor winner, Sean Penn (fer his performance in Milk), who believed it to be one the most important films of the year but Benicio did get the Best Actor gong at the infinitely cooler Cannes festival.

Me strongly urges you to check this out. Love or loathe Che's politics, ye'd still be fooking inspired by his dedication to the cause.

For a thorough analysis of the film, artistically as well as commercially, click here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Che_(film)

Drinking to yer health!

Here's a novel solution to disease-prevention. I, fer one, will be taking this advice. Really does give new meaning to the toast 'drinking to yer health' . . . Fook yeah!

MOSCOW, Aug 3 — Russian football fans have been told to drink whisky on their trip to Wales for next month’s World Cup qualifier to ward off the A(H1N1) flu virus, the head of the country’s supporter association (VOB) said today.

“We urge our fans to drink a lot of Welsh whisky as a form of disinfection,” VOB head Alexander Shprygin told Reuters.

“That should cure all symptoms of the disease.”

Russia’s Health Ministry has issued a public warning against travelling to Britain because of the spread of the A(H1N1) virus but Shprygin said he expected at least several hundred fans would go to Wales for the September 9 qualifier in Cardiff.

“Health officials say this virus is very dangerous but being a fan myself I can tell you that for a real fan nothing is more important than the well-being of the team,” said Shprygin, who also sits on the executive board of the Russian FA.

“Russian fans don’t fear anything or anybody so this virus will not stand in our way of supporting our team.”

The Russian FA also said health issues should not prevent fans from travelling.
“We don’t want our team to be without any support for such an important match so we urge our fans to go to Wales despite the health warning,” a spokesman said.

Germany lead European Group Four with 16 points from six games, one ahead of Russia, with Wales in fourth place on nine points from seven matches. – Reuters

'Caya la Beb!

"UMNO go to hell!" - Tok Guru, 27 July 2009.

ps: fer full report, see http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/33603-nik-azizs-go-to-hell-upsets-umno-leaders- .

Inspiration fer the weekend . . .

“Every morning upon awakening I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dalí and I ask myself, wonderstruck, what prodigious thing will he do today, this Salvador Dalí.” - the humble Salvador Dali (who else)

If yer feeling down in the fooking dumps, ye could do worse than take the approach above & indulge in a little ego stroking. Have a good weekend!

Nevermind the bollocks, here's DrM . . .

At a time when things are really boiling over & tensions are running high, we have certain influential people making totally reckless remarks.

"DrM says the Chinese are the real masters of the country", screamed the headline in the Malaysian Insider.

Me just hopes that all those stupido Malaysians who still worship at his altar will wake up & smell the fooking bullshit. How can anyone who plays with dangerous racial sentiments at such a volatile period have the interest of the rakyat at heart?

Fook this shite la.

And before anyone starts saying his statements are true, me point is the lousy timing & the fact that he is willing to unnecessarily raise the political temperature fer his own political legitimacy underlines his true credentials as a Malay bigot & a nationalist zealot.

ps: click here to read full report: http://www.themalaysianinsider.com.my/index.php/malaysia/32875-dr-m-says-the-chinese-are-the-real-masters-of-the-country .

pps: As fer the petition fer English to be reinstated fer certain school subjects, it'd be pertinent to note that it was DrM who got us into this mess in the first fooking place. Drastic drop in education standards happened under his watch.

Air Guitar Classics PtII (Joe Satriani's Surfing With the Alien)

Just like when you need some alone time with Mrs Palmer, some things are best enjoyed in the privacy of yer bedroom. This album is one such guilty pleasure & just like spanking the proverbial primate, this pushes all the right buttons to replicate that orgasmic satisfaction.

Fer those unfamiliar with the name, this bloke was guitar teacher to Kirk Hammett (Metallica) & Surfing With The Alien was his breakthrough album. This instrumental rock guitar album is designed with one purpose only - to get pimply-faced teenage boys everywhere to pick up their tennis/badminton/squash racquets & start gurning in front of the mirror pretending to be the Ultimate Guitar Hero!

Like Eddie Van Halen, Satriani eschewed subtlety in favour of in-yer-face licks & hooks which made you want a Flying V fer yer b'day.
Loud, brash & completely free of irony, Satriani's fret work was at its commercial zenith here.
Absolutely nay apologies, this is music fer adolescent boyz who love the guitar-solo-as-wanking histrionics . . . & it's bloody brilliant! Hope ye downloads this & spend all weekend striking poses! Have a good one!

To download Joe Satriani's Surfing With the Alien (1987), please click here: http://rapidshare.com/files/140814765/byCidoxJS.rar

Faster than a speeding . . .

Couldn't quite believe it but last nite on astro's ch412, they actually showed a fooking bona fide classic in the shape of Steve McQueen's Bullitt. Released in 1968, this film is considered to be the blueprint fer the Renegade Cop character & famed fer its fabulous car chase scene thru the undulating streets of San Francisco.

McQueen's character, Frank Bullitt, is also the forerunner to the strong, silent type hero who wore granite-like expressions throughout the film. (Clint Eastwood's Dirty Harry & Charles Bronson's Paul Benjamin were some of the well-known crime busters that came in the wake of Bullitt.)

While Bullitt may not have aged well, it was quite an experience to see a film from a bygone era where cops had to rely on their wits, use a payphone & weren't experts in every martial art known to mankind. The lack of gizmos in the film was also refreshing. In fact, the most sophisticated thing in Bullitt was a giant-sized fax/copy machine that needed carbon paper!

Fer those who missed it, do keep yer eyes peeled as they may just repeat it again. The car chase scene featuring a duel between a Fastback Mustang & a Dodge Challenger is quite thrilling. Plus ye get the added bonus of seeing what the fuss was all about regarding a certain Jacqueline Bisset!

ps: In 2007, Bullitt was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant".

pps: Fook, me previous posting on AC/DC's Back In Black got censored. That's the third time me posting (containing download links) has been removed by Blogger. Bastards!

The Mighty Boosh - Genius Fooking Comedy!

Fer those of you who don't know, there is an absolute cracker of a comedy running on Astro ch731 (BBC Entertainment) every Sat nite (1230am me thinks) called The Mighty Boosh.

Its manic, psychedelic, chaotic & plain out-of-this fooking world funny & keeps wifey & meself in fooking stitches every sat nite. Fer those who have ch731, please tune in. Fer those who don't, do keep yer eyes peeled fer the DVD box set.

The two main protagonists, Julian Barrat & Noel Fielding, have been winning all sorts of rave reviews & comedy awards in the UK. Call me Anglo-centric but proof again that the one thing the Brits know how to fooking do is comedy.

The Mighty Boosh follows in the rich tradition of Monty Python's Flying Circus, Extras & Little Britain. Completely original, funny as fook & damn fine tunes to boot too.

Fer a sampler, me has posted two vids fer yer enjoyment. First one is a just bonkers monologue about this guy's "novella" about "a chewing gum called Charlie". Second one is a little taster of their musical prowess.

Enjoy!

Annual FFS get-together

Ok, guys & gals, just a lil reminder. The get-together is this saturday (27 June), 730pm onwards @ Rennie's Pub in Jalan Gasing, PJ.

Simple directions, if yer coing from KL via Federal Highway, please exit at EPF building. Ye'll see the other major landmark, St Francis Xavier church on the other side of the road. Ye'll also see an Esso & a row of shophouses. Rennie's is on the opposite end from famous Ipoh Chicken Rice shop & just a few doors away from 7-11.

To view map, please click here: http://www.streetdirectory.com/malaysia/kl/travel/travel_id_/travel_site_163123/?x=794921.49&y=343851.779 . (Rennie's is situated on same row as Bank Simpanan Nasional & CIMB).

So far, Premo, Anba, Achilles & ClassyAdele canna make it.

Maybes: Gavin, Akuani, Kevo, J or Ji, Amir Hamzah.

Confirmed: Kerpov, Bernard, JonC, Becky, Tinesh, Leah, LesMalais, Moz, Surin, Senorita, Ridzzy, Anand, Les & Nanda. (Did I miss out anyone. If so, me sincere apologies!)

Music fer A Bad Hair Day - The Cure: Disintegration

Fer a change, the free download fer the coming weekend will NOT be of the Hammer-Of-Thor variety. Have been listening to quite a bit of Robert Smith lately & thought me'd share this slice of gothic pop with yer.

Me remembers first coming across this outfit when me was but a wee lad watching a Top of The Pops vid & there they were in their full technicolour splendour doing The Love Cats. That was in 1983. Cue forward a decade or so & The Cure had become the UK's biggest musical export alongside Depeche Mode.

Disintegration probably represents the zenith of The Cure's commercial prowess with it reaching numero uno in the UK & second spot in the US album charts. That doesn't mean this is a sell-out effort. Quite the contrary. Full of lengthy mood pieces which has all the frazzled quality of the lead singer's hair as well as the sweetness of his cherry red lipstick, tunes like Lullaby, Pictures of You & Fascination Street simply beg you to dim the lights, put on some incense & chill the fook out.
To download The Cure's Disintegration (1992), please click here: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=OPFGDU0C .
Hope ye enjoy this. Look forward to yer comments & do please check out the vid below!