Morrissey, ex-frontman of The Smiths, returns for his first
album in seven years with impeccable timing – all the
hottest new bands express their admiration, and the critical
retrospectives of The Smiths are as universally positive as they
are ubiquitous. And finally, Morrissey, so long without a deal,
has found a record company prepared to push his product to the
masses. With the stage set for a triumphal comeback, the
Mozfather gives his performance – and few will be
disappointed. This is unashamedly a pop-rock record. Producer Jerry Finn
(Blink- 182, Green Day) adds multi-layered production to every
track, plus occasional interesting departures from classic indie
sounds – electronic swooshes, largely tasteful doses of
synths, and even some drum and (subtle) dance beat programming. The tracks on the whole are slightly laid back. However there
are enough rockers to please fans of a heavier sound, making for
a pleasing diversity, from the Didoesque ‘I’m Not
Sorry’ to the storming, euphoric, ‘First Of The Gang To
Die’. While some may yearn for the yelp of his early years,
with his voice now fully mature Morrissey is a joy to listen to,
handling the aching falsetti and forceful choruses with equal
ease. Lyrically, most songs are not up with his best, but then we
are talking about one of the finest lyricists ever. Themes are
diverse, from outward looking ‘America Is Not The
World’, a criticism of US cultural Imperialism, and
‘Irish Blood, English Heart’, a lament about the shame
of being English, to the introspective ‘How Can Anybody
Possibly Know How I Feel’ and the crisis of faith that is
‘I Have Forgiven Jesus’. All are seen through the Pope
of Mope’s cynicsm (let’s face it – it’s
Morrissey, something wouldn’t be quite right if he went all
‘Shiny Happy People’ on us), and accompanied by his
barbed wit. Not for him the banality of “lockjaw popstars /
so scared to show intelligence”. “You Know I
Couldn’t Last”, he laments on the album’s epic
closer. The irony of course is that Morrissey has now been plying
us with the finest Indie for 20 years. Whilst he can still manage
albums as good as You Are The Quarry, long may it continue.ARCHIVE: 2nd week TT 2004 

Despite this being their first home-coming gig for some time,
it was a pretty unhyped event. Inside the venue, there were true
Supergrass fans from the days of the Jericho Tavern. The unfashionable New Theatre, with its rows of seats,
prevented even the most enthusiastic of fans from doing anything
more than nod their head in time. Following on from the excellent 22-20s (who must surely strike
out on their own soon) Supergrass seemed a little nervous. Whether it was the fact they were performing their less
popular material at first, or the white lighting which made the
stage look empty, for the first half of the gig, they looked
decidedly uneasy. This changed, however, when the lights dimmed and Gaz and Nick
reappeared with acoustic guitars on a leather sofa. The audience
seemed drawn to the stripped down sound and raw vocals, and sang
along. After this acoustic interlude, what followed was
brilliant. More up-tempo rock and roll numbers were included between
classic songs like ‘Be Alright’, and ‘Pumpin’
on the Stereo’ and the audience loved it. This was the
Britpop Supergrass tat Oxford remembered and loved; better
lighting displays and clever use of live action images. The experimental Supergrass didn’t hit the right notes,
and seemed unwilling to play their familiar songs. Loyal fans
know the Britpop sound they like, and maybe Supergrass will
acknowledge this.ARCHIVE: 2nd week TT 2004 

While it’s one thing to have influences in the music
industry, it is quite another to wear them as proudly as White
Light Motorcade do. The four wiry, leather-clad New Yorkers aim for a glorious
clash of sound between vintage punk (MC5, The Stooges) and the
melodic fireworks of 90s Britpop. It sounds like a bad idea and,
as you’d expect, it doesn’t work. The album results in something reminiscent of Jet’s Get
Born. Several of the songs have good hooks and winning melodies,
but they are delivered in a way devoid of any spark of
originality. This is a problem not just for White Light Motorcade, but also
for the current wave of ‘rock and roll’ acts. Music is
rarely totally original, but if you want to see a tribute act go
to your local pub. White Light Motorcade could learn something
from such advice. Coupled with this, the album’s tracks have
been glossed, buffed and produced to with an inch of it’s
life. ‘Open Your Eyes’ uses trademark Noel Gallagher chord
changes to no effect whatsoever and ‘Useless’, the
band’s attempt at a lighters-in-theair anthem, is let down
by frontman Harley Dinardo’s weak vocals. Things look up briefly during the catchy thrash of
‘It’s Happening’, but Ash would probably still
reject it as sub-standard. NME called White Light Motorcade “the saviours of
rock.” I can’t agree. The kindest thing to be said for
Thank You, Goodnight is that it makes all the right noises,
nonetheless it feels completely hollow.ARCHIVE: 2nd week TT 2004 

Let’s be honest, most people never venture further than
Europe. When the cheap spirit of wanderlust awakens, a group trip
(courtesy of Easyjet) to the sun-kissed regions of Spain soon
cures the travel-bug. Often the holy trinity of boozy paradises
– Majorca, Minorca and Malaga – in association with
Club so and so, adequately nourish the Joepublic soul with the
sublime necessities of sand, sea, sex and more sex. Meanwhile Africa merely registers as that place where Bob
Geldof “did his bit for us, for those skinny kids”.
Often the seasonal destination of many a “Hoorah Henry”
and the hutbuilding wealthy Gap year student, “cos laahk yah
know, I raahlly wanna help the children”, Africa remains
distant and inaccessible to most. A continent that conjures up
images of expense, famine, disease and poverty couldn’t
really be a holiday destination for the masses, could it? Lonely
Planet’s excellent new travel guide, Africa on a Shoestring
aims to dispel the miasma of thought surrounding the continent. A mixture of social comment, history, practical information
and observational humour, this sturdy tome is an invaluable guide
for any budgetconscious traveller aiming to explore the
impressive diversity of Africa. From the Roman and Pharaonic
temples of the Maghreb (North Africa), to the spicy charm of the
East, the platelicking cuisine of the West and right down to the
jaw-droppingly inspiring natural sites of Southern Africa, any
adventurer on a tight budget can experience the continent to its
fullest, particularly students suffering from the monstrous
after-effects of a student loan. The emphasis is on
“shoestring” and so each page is conceived with this
concern in mind; the helpful itineraries to plan budget
backpacking around specific regions of Africa, from North to
South, “the Maghreb Meander” to “French
Footsteps”, must be looked at. With this endlessly useful
one-stop reference guide, you can’t really go wrong. Lonely
Planet adds yet another jewel to backpacking culture.ARCHIVE: 2nd week TT 2004 

Colin Macintyre (aka Mull Historical Society) pleads
“I’m not cool anymore, stay with me honey” on the
opening track, ‘Peculiar’, of third studio album This
is Hope. Following up on the mainstream success of 2003’s
Usit contains eleven tracks of innocuous melodic pop that aspire
to latter- day Beatledom. Indeed, coolness is not the impression secured by repeated
exposure to the album; MacIntyre’s production, mixing up his
Hebridean lyrical fixation with orchestral and choral samples,
sounds more suited to a pipe and slippers, than to air guitaring
with a JD in hand. Moments of retro redemption prevent Mull Historical
Society’s full immersion in the spirit of blandness
popularised by David Gray and Coldplay. ‘Casanova at the
Weekend’ owes a significant debt to Coldplay and their
contemporaries. ’Death of A Scientist’, however, is a
welcome interjection of Kinks karaoke and ‘Your Love, My
Gain’ safely traverses into the territory of the classic
nostalgic ballad. A harmless exercise in creating an album largely composed of
audio non-entities, the lacklustre listening experience that is
This is Hopeis not a complete ‘Hebridean Disaster’.
Perhaps an attempted wreck is what MacIntyre was seeking to
reveal to his mainland audience. If it was, he failed, but only
just. Instead of this, the Mull Historical Society has
prematurely matured, and produced, hope and an egalitarian
soundtrack for Bovril drinkers everywhere.ARCHIVE: 2nd week TT 2004 

Let’s be honest, most people never venture further than
Europe. When the cheap spirit of wanderlust awakens, a group trip
(courtesy of Easyjet) to the sun-kissed regions of Spain soon
cures the travel-bug. Often the holy trinity of boozy paradises
– Majorca, Minorca and Malaga – in association with
Club so and so, adequately nourish the Joepublic soul with the
sublime necessities of sand, sea, sex and more sex. Meanwhile Africa merely registers as that place where Bob
Geldof “did his bit for us, for those skinny kids”.
Often the seasonal destination of many a “Hoorah Henry”
and the hutbuilding wealthy Gap year student, “cos laahk yah
know, I raahlly wanna help the children”, Africa remains
distant and inaccessible to most. A continent that conjures up
images of expense, famine, disease and poverty couldn’t
really be a holiday destination for the masses, could it? Lonely
Planet’s excellent new travel guide, Africa on a Shoestring
aims to dispel the miasma of thought surrounding the continent. A mixture of social comment, history, practical information
and observational humour, this sturdy tome is an invaluable guide
for any budgetconscious traveller aiming to explore the
impressive diversity of Africa. From the Roman and Pharaonic
temples of the Maghreb (North Africa), to the spicy charm of the
East, the platelicking cuisine of the West and right down to the
jaw-droppingly inspiring natural sites of Southern Africa, any
adventurer on a tight budget can experience the continent to its
fullest, particularly students suffering from the monstrous
after-effects of a student loan. The emphasis is on
“shoestring” and so each page is conceived with this
concern in mind; the helpful itineraries to plan budget
backpacking around specific regions of Africa, from North to
South, “the Maghreb Meander” to “French
Footsteps”, must be looked at. With this endlessly useful
one-stop reference guide, you can’t really go wrong. Lonely
Planet adds yet another jewel to backpacking culture.ARCHIVE: 2nd week TT 2004 

A confession: although On The Road is a fun read, I found that it never quite lived up to its reputation. The idea behind it all is great – drugs, rebelliousness, drink, sex and freedom – perfect ingredients for an adolescent’s ideal ofescape from home and the oldsters. It’s just that, well, it all got a bit samey after a while – they go off on a road trip, drive around a bit and come on back home.
Jim Dodge’s Not Fade Away, reissued by Canongate, touches on the same territory, but with a whole chunk more gusto. Remember the Big Bopper? No, why should you, or indeed anyone born in the last 25 years. He was an old-school Rock and Roll singer, whose biggest hit was ‘Chantilly Lace’ (first line, “HELLOOOOO Baybeeeeee”). This might make sense in a minute or two. Not Fade Away follows ‘Floorboard’ George Gastin (“when it comes to whipping it down the road I’m right up there with the best. Never been in a wrech that wasn’t on purpose”), a grizzled old Beat who drives around in an old tow up truck, ‘The Ghost’. He picks up one unfortunate, and tells him the tale of his ‘Pilgrimage’.
Going back many years to his youth, he recounts his days as a near-bum, listening to jazz, watching beautiful women, living with crooks and wasters. He finds himself employed by the local hoodlum, ‘Scumball’, to write off cars for insurance claims. It’s all a lot of fun until he’s asked to write off a pristine ’59 Cadillac. All this while being pursued by severely pissed-off violent gangsters, fuelled by Benzedrine and beer. Oh, and some LSD.
Dodge’s writing is seriously fun; heaps of enthusiasm and lashings of atmosphere. Sadly I’ve never seen jazz the way he describes it – deep, dark and oh so dirty. Nor have I driven a soft-top classic car down those huge American highways. But thus book makes me want to seek out the seediest jazz joint in Cowley, take a crowbar to a powerful-looking car, and drive all the way to Mexico. It’s a big swirling trip of legendary musicians, drivers, roads and weird people. Try it, you might like it.ARCHIVE: 2nd week TT 2004 

The quality of the football at the opening rounds of the
Cuppers 5-a-side last Wednesday mirrored the weather: dull, with
occasional bright spells. In an event which rewards discipline,
solidity and directness, plus the odd sprinkling of flair, few
teams truly shone in the plush surroundings of the Iffley Road
Sports Complex. First up were St Hugh’s B team, deservedly triumphing
over their supposed superiors, a combined Merton and Mansfield A
side. Mark Heath’s early penalty decided the game, the more
direct approach of Hugh’s countering the cultured yet
ineffective style of the opposition. This match set the agenda
for the days’ play, teams being consistently caught out by
the regulation forbidding defenders entering their own penalty
box. Queen’s B also caused a shock. Having been 2-0 down at
halftime, they eventually triumphed 3-2 over Teddy Hall A. The
talented Eckersley, with his delicate dribbling skills and
consummate passing, scored one and set up the other to put Teddy
Hall in complete control. Yet in the secondhalf, with Eckersley
tiring, Teddy Hall faded alarmingly, allowing a spirited
Queen’s fight-back with three goals, shared between
Sutcliffe and Pearson, putting the underdogs through. On the eve of the 50th Anniversary of the breaking of the
four-minute mile, not many individuals were showing the
consistency and tenacity that were so key to Sir Roger
Bannister’s remarkable achievement, also at Iffley Road. Exeter A produced a similar comeback to Queen’s B, with
twosecond half penalties from Paul Coles sealing the game after
Lennon had given Balliol A the lead. Though Balliol had the
better of the possession, the Exeter keeper, Taylor, wearing a
Blackburn Rovers kit, was rarely forced to display Brad
Friedelesque reflexes in a dull game. Teddy Hall B team, resplendent in a vivid red-and-yellow
strip, completed a resounding victory over a poor Lincoln B side
bedecked in a slightly more conservative and tasteful sky blue
kit. The excellent Atkinson volleyed the first goal, with Kelly
twice finishing well beyond the vociferous, though
under-protected, Lincoln ’keeper to seal a 3-0 victory. The tournament continues, and over the next few weeks the
action promises to heat up, though the Thursday rounds of the
tournament were postponed due to the celebrations of Sir
Roger’s momentous run.ARCHIVE: 2nd week TT 2004 

Three current Oxford students competed at the opening World
Cup Regatta at Poznan, the first chance that those boats heading
to the Olympics in August had to test their speed against serious
competition. For the British squad, it was also a chance to see whether the
reshuffles brought in by Jürgen Grobler had worked. In the
absence of the top British coxless pair due to illness,
Wolfson’s Peter Reed and Christ Church’s David
Livingston raced creditably as their replacements, finishing
fifth in the B final. Christ Church’s other Olympic hopeful, Robin
Bourne-Taylor, would have been more disappointed with the fifth
place achieved by the VIII in the final, seen as a set back
compared to the bronze medal achieved at the World Championships
in Milan last year. This result means that yet more reshuffles are possible in the
VIII, especially with the strong performance of former Keble
student Ed Coode. Coode, previously dropped from the VIII after a
poor showing at GB trials, raced to a gold medal in the coxless
four after substituting for the injured Olympian James Cracknell.ARCHIVE: 2nd week TT 2004