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The Return Of Rihanna

The Wait Is Ova. Yes, not content with taking over the pop world with her squeaky vocals and rich tunes, Rihanna’s people are now rewriting the English language with the word ‘over’ simply not good enough for them. We could of course go off on one about grammar innit, be we won’t. Let’s instead concentrate your mind on the fact that Rihanna is back and covered in barbed wire in an explosion of fashion-meets-art. We assume the wire is rubber and not barbed otherwise we fear for her nipples; plus the eye patch is a bit Gabrielle circa 1996 but still. Rihanna’s fourth studio album, Rated R, is due to be released on November 23rd. Before all of that though, her first Ne-Yo-penned single Russian Roulette was launched on Tuesday – to hear what all the fuss is about, click here. Will the album live up to the hype? On the strength of the new image, yes; on the strength of her first single, the jury is still out…


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Spandau Ballet Live Review

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Spandau Ballet, O2 Arena, London – October 20th

“What you been doing for the last 20 years?” a beaming Tony Hadley asked the eager crowd three songs into Spandau Ballet’s two-hour set. Getting older would be the truthful reply, also an answer that applies to the five members of Spandau, quabbles now put aside, patched up and standing before us. Of all the 80s comebacks, Spandau Ballet’s always seemed the most unlikely. Last night however they put on a show that turned back time, the band tight and Tony Hadley producing emphatically clear and true vocals that enabled the audience to settle comfortably back into the early 80s…


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My 2009 Jackson Odyssey

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Before the beginning of this year I had never been within a continent of any member of the Jackson family. Michael was an eccentric faded pop star and his brothers were mythical creatures from around the time of my birth, freeze-framed in my brain wearing brown flares and comedy affros. However, 2009 proved to be a year where my Jackson spotting would finally up its game, and also proved to be a year that they will never forget. Beginning in March at the O2 with Michael, I have now been in the same room as every member of The Jackson 5 bar Randy – so if you’re reading Randy and fancy a coffee, get in touch…


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Take That + Robbie = ?

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So it turns out that in between spotting aliens and UFOs – oh, and making his next album craftily entitled Reality Killed The Video Star – Robbie Williams is back in the studio with the Take Thatters, writing with his old buddies once more. Now I’ve been rolling this thought around my brain for a few days now like a lone pea on an Olympic racetrack, pondering what I think. And you know what? My thoughts are stuck in a tepid pool of indifference.

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Swine! flu

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So it turns out that 100,000 people think they have swine flu, according to new government figures – and after contracting a runny nose and sore throat, turns out I’m now one of them. But rather than take a trip to my local doctor’s surgery – a low-rise 70s building filled with all manner of lifeform, only some of them human – I thought I’d consult the new swine flu website that’s been set up recently.

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Going To The Zoo, Zoo, Zoo. How about you?

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If I had to list a top ten of days out, you can bet my arse and those of at least ten others that going to the zoo wouldn’t be at the top of my list. I see animals as mainly serving two purposes in life: food and for being dressed up in high heels for those comedy greetings cards. Shots of guinea pigs shot-putting always raise a smile too. But the thought of walking around gawping at animals, then gawping at more seems somewhat futile. Plus, I’m a big scaredy-cat, so if a rabbit so much as moves its paw in my direction, I might faint.
So when the love of my life told me that she wanted to go to the zoo for her birthday, I had to swallow my first reaction whole and attempt to look enthused. She didn’t buy it, but at least she knew I cared. And I agreed to go to the zoo – after all, this is her day and it’s my duty to accompany her.


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Close encounters of the famous kind

Moby & JLS: not destined to share a stage any time soon.
Moby & JLS: not destined to share a stage any time soon.

In my line of work I meet a lot of famous people: some blessed with tickly nearly-fame, others with sharp, pointy, face-splitting notoriety. Some who you’d walk past in the street without even noticing, some who you’d stop and think ‘now where do I know him from… was he the guy who pissed in Sharon’s salad? No, not him…’ In the last two days, for instance, I’ve stood next to the curly-haired one from JLS (wispy fame); spoken to the dark-haired half of Groove Armada (anonymous mega-fame) and sat in a plush hotel room in Marylebone with musical miserablist Moby (gargantuan fame). I know that Moby is certainly the most famous, because when I told my oldest sister she’d heard of him. She’d also just been introduced to the Black Eyed Peas that day by her students and thought their lyrics “interesting” and songs “catchy”. If I’d taken afternoon tea with will.i.am and Fergie, she’d have been majorly impressed, as opposed to the tiny yelp she allowed herself at the mention of every ad exec’s dream collaborator…


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Close encounters of the famous kind

Moby & JLS: not destined to share a stage any time soon.
Moby & JLS: not destined to share a stage any time soon.

In my line of work I meet a lot of famous people: some blessed with tickly nearly-fame, others with sharp, pointy, face-splitting notoriety. Some who you’d walk past in the street without even noticing, some who you’d stop and think ‘now where do I know him from… was he the guy who pissed in Sharon’s salad? No, not him…’ In the last two days, for instance, I’ve stood next to the curly-haired one from JLS (wispy fame); spoken to the dark-haired half of Groove Armada (anonymous mega-fame) and sat in a plush hotel room in Marylebone with musical miserablist Moby (gargantuan fame). I know that Moby is certainly the most famous, because when I told my oldest sister she’d heard of him. She’d also just been introduced to the Black Eyed Peas that day by her students and thought their lyrics “interesting” and songs “catchy”. If I’d taken afternoon tea with will.i.am and Fergie, she’d have been majorly impressed, as opposed to the tiny yelp she allowed herself at the mention of every ad exec’s dream collaborator…


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Festival Withdrawal

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So in my dayjob as a music journalist, I’ve been writing miles of copy about festivals – seeing bands, drinking cider from paper cups, having your tent blown away in a huge gust of piss, that sort of thing. And then it suddenly occurred to me that I really should have remembered to blag/buy a ticket to at least one this year. Fail.
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Festival Withdrawal

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So in my dayjob as a music journalist, I’ve been writing miles of copy about festivals – seeing bands, drinking cider from paper cups, having your tent blown away in a huge gust of piss, that sort of thing. And then it suddenly occurred to me that I really should have remembered to blag/buy a ticket to at least one this year. Fail.
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