Elephant cum? Distinct anticlimax, love, I'm terribly mainstream.
<skims through CDs>
Well, there's the 'long-term' stuff I've jerked off about here: Morrissey, The Smiths, Kate Bush, Madonna, Pet Shop Boys, REM.
There's the debris from the last musical 'movement' I really got into, the heady days of Britpop: Blur, Pulp, Elastica, Suede, Massive Attack, The Divine Comedy, Kula Shaker (yup), Menswe@r (hey, look, I even do the little '@'), James, Black Grape.
There's the Diva Element: Dusty Springfield, Marianne Faithful, Liza Minelli (the PSB album still stands up), Ella Fitzgerald, Kylie, Bjork.
There's the stuff I started buying because I liked dancing to it in naff student clubs in Aberdeen: S'Express, Deee-lite, The Time Frequency (was that their name? Neds trying to do techno) and all manner of one-hit wonders, whose singles I faithfully bought.
There's the sickly-sweet-female-vocalist pop for which I have a particular penchant: Saint Etienne, Black Box Recorder, Dubstar, Catatonia, Ladytron (sort of).
There's the stuff my boyfriend was into when I met him, and which I've grown to love: Bowie, Patti Smith, Roxy Music, Nirvana, Therapy?, Talk Talk, Consolidated (he's much more 'credible' than I am).
There's the completely miscellaneous stuff that's right off the top of my head: Robbie Williams, Missy Elliot, Britneeeey, Talking Heads, U2 (post 'Achtung Baby' only), Prince, Destiny's Child, Eurythmics, Daft Punk, Steps (yyyup).
And lots more. I'm a fiend for impulse-buying, and have plenty of little-listened-to stuff that I periodically rediscover and enjoy - or consign to the bottom shelf.
I love them all. |