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McFly seem to associate James Dean Bradfield with slagging them off. Journalist doesn't confirm.
I don't remember hearing him go on or mention McFly? https://www.nme.com/music-interviews...-juice-2867013 |
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11 https://www.gigwise.com/features/339...QnEOl61BXPzooc
11 underated songs on Gigwise! Posted today! And posted without reading first |
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Repeat makes an appearance in an anti-Royalist feature.
https://www.nme.com/features/best-an...achers-2897623 |
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"Manic Street Preachers go Abba... In masks" is the advertising line for new Mojo magazine. Edited by Paul Weller.
No idea how many pages. But I'll take an in the studio half page, come to think.of it. https://www.mojo4music.com/magazine/...er-edits-mojo/ |
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Edit - better off in the Album 14 thread probably.
Last edited by Glyn; 16-04-2021 at 14:24. |
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Was the mask leopard print?
Thanks for the summary ...very intriguing ..likely won't sound anything like described !
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Not posting the Sean Tweets (Thanks LA Ex!) but this was the article Sean took exception to.
https://amp.theguardian.com/books/20...mpression=true |
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I'm failing to understand his point too, that last paragraph is nonsensical to me. Even though the choice of title is meant to reference the fact the word is overused by all sides for things they don't like.
Anyway, what tweets are people referring to? I see nothing on sean's twitter feed.
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Again though, isn't the song also saying that orwell's nineteen eighty-four should be taken as a warning and not a suggestion? It's a muddled mess of an article.
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It was a slight exaggeration on my behalf to describe Sean's interactions as a fight, but it's still nice to see the band (especially the 'quiet' man of the group) caring enough to answer back to criticism.
If only twitter had been around in the mid nineties for Nicky to use! |
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"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more," - Byron 'I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.' (from Sea Fever - John Masefield) "Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all" - Emily Dickinson |
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