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Gotta love a widget. Don't even need a real addy.

If you can't be arsed, it's squelchy and bleepy bass music with melismatic warbling over the top. Alright like.

ULTRA magnetic magnetic, MCs ULTRA magnetic magnetic...

Ran out of podcasts the other day. Been working in a warehouse down Tremorfa way, which meant lots of baths and resulted in me using up my pod stock.

So I returned to The Guardian's Music Weekly. They had a Beastie Boys special. They waffled and played about 7 seconds of the stonking Ego Trippin' by Ultramagnetic MCs. Which is 312 seconds too short. So here it is.

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AOR Overkill

Saw somewhere the other day that Journey, Foreigner and Styx are going on a joint tour. Thankfully it's coming nowhere near Cardiff.

That isn't fair, they're all good bands but in small doses. I've been known to roar along to Don't Stop Believing at an ungodly hour in the equally ungodly Live Lounge (I won't bore you with the theories about its re-appropriation thirty years on) and Foreigner have their moments.

But it's Styx that are making me eye up the £50 ticket price. And only for one track, the rather atypical Mr.Roboto. This track throws me back to Falmouth. It was the soundtrack of my time at University. Not Klaxons, CSS or Hot Chip. Styx's Mr Roboto.

Domo Arigato Canadian Steph-O for introducing me to this song.

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Now if they only added Free to the bill, playing that song from the Wrigley's advert, then we'd be on to a winner.

R.Kelly's Amazing Jacket

R.Kelly finally made his debut on Later with Jools Holland last night. Two tracks are all we got.

After his Ray Charles impression we got I Believe I Can Fly.

No Ignition (Remix). Still at least he wore an amazing jacket.

Right click to download Ignition (like you don't already own it).

Ever Decreasing Circles

I moved house recently, hence the tumbleweed rolling around this blog. I had to go back to the old place to clean it up. Fat lot of good it did, the deposit came back £50 short.

Anyway my futile scrubbing was soundtracked by BBC Radio 1 blasting out the Sharp GF-6000. Been a long time since I ventured into the daytime schedule and I was flummoxed by something.

Why did most of the music, most of the American pop music sound like late 90s trance? My memory spat out an old cover of MUZIK magazine with a picture of Eminem above the headline "Hip-Hop Discovers Ecstasy" or something like that. Must have been 2001. Surely it didn't take ten years for it to seep into pop over there?

I stewed for a while then forgot about it. Then when I returned from holiday I saw this over on The Guardian. Looks like my fear from a few years ago is coming true; the snake is eating itself.