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Repetitive Strain Injury my eye! In my opinion there is more chance of getting the ubiquitous Repetitive Strain Injury from having to snarl angrily at your mouse, shake it around a few times in order to free up whatever miniscule dust mote you suspect MAY be jamming the tracker ball, and then repeat the whole fiasco a few moments later when your curser turns from a smoothly scrolling precision tool into something that gives a very good impression of having the PC equivalent of Parkinsons Disease. I got so frustrated with the above debacle that I decided I needed to undertake what 'Doors', ( the Sunday Times computer / Internet insert, which used to be great, but has recently slid down into the 'cat litter tray lining' category), referred to as the cheapest and yet most cost-effective means of upgrading your PC. Yes, I decided to get rid of the jerky, sticky thingy that laughingly called itself a precision instrument and chop it in for something better. The option of a cordless mouse appealed for a while, but then I realised that there were on-costs involved, ( in the form of batteries), so, no thanks, I use enough power to light the national grade on the monitor, fan, tower, processor etc, I don't want to be forking out more of my hard earned on silurian dilithium chrystal batteries, or whatever the h*ll the cordless mice run on. So they were out. Then I saw some enticing looking tracker ball type thingies, but they were far too reminiscent of some terribly tacky add-on to a SNES, James T's phaser or similar, and they looked too too goofy & nerdy to appeal to a die hard like moi, so these went the same way as the battery munching rodents above. Aaaah, then I espyed a nice piece of kit indeed, a sleek, smooth, ergonomically designed mouse that went with the grey & gunmetal blue of my PC, had a good feel in the hand, a responsive wheel and looked altogether a 'good thing'! So, I shelled out
the readies, ( about £30 if I recall), and whizzed off home. the thing was up & running in about 10 minutes, ( the hardest thing was downloading the drivers from the supplied CD Rom), and it works fine. More than fine actually, it is great. There is no tracker ball to get stuck, it works on an optical system so you do not even need a mouse mat, it works perfectly well on the wooden desk. Also, it has a very very cool glow in a darkened room, ( sad, eh!). Altogether, a good, safe and pleasurable buy. I'm happy, my PC is happy & so is my new shiny glowing mouse. Altogether now . . . . Aaaaaaah !
Myself & the lovely Karen, ( plus a teenage angst driven boy & his sweet female friend)went along to our local UCI to see this much vaunted Spielberg / Kubrick ('ish) collaboration in the hope of seeing a really good film You see, the last four films at least that we have endured have been dreadfully, awfully bad, indeed, so bad we almost considered walking out of the cinema half way through Planet of the Apes. We were bored rigid by Captain Corelli's Mandolin and Nick Cage's risible attempt at an italian accent, ( to say nought of how totally bizarre John Hurts moustache was), Mummy Returns was OK'ish and I even have totally forgotten the name of the one before that, ( so it must have been bad!). So, with hope in our hearts, ( but not too much expectation), we huddled down i the dark for a couple of hours of entertainment that might, at the very least, prove to be not boring. And, friends, it is with gladness in our breast and a stimulated mind that we are able to report that this is a rare thing, a GOOD film. No, that is not enough praise really, this is a CLEVER, intelligent, well made and thought provoking film that does what all great films do, that is to entertain you for a while, but also to cause you to talk it over on the way home, and to mull it over for days, ( if not weeks), afterwards. The plot itself is a clever one, inthat it concerns a family of the future who have a very ill son, kept alive in suspended animation until such a time as a cure can be found for what ails him, ( just as can be really done today, if you can afford it). His grieving parents are drven to despair, but are given an option to 'test drive' a super sophisticated robit who has the capacity to feel emotion and, yes indeedy, to love. The robot, ( robots are known as Meca's in the films internally consistent jargon, a nice touch, as there is meca & orga, real & made), is a small, cute boy, called David, ( modelled, it transpire
s later, on the son of a genious robot engineer, which again is a clever little twist, of which the film is packed, and which adds depth and credibility to the storyline). Daid is played by Haley Osmont, ( who was highly convincing as the psychically gifted boy in 6th Sense), the engineer by William Hurt. This is already a strong cast, but it is further bolstered by a great role played by Jude Law, Gigolo Joe, ( a 'Love Bot, if you will!). Anyway, to move on,Monica, the female 'owner' of David, decides to 'imprint' him with love for her, a dangerous process, as once imprinted, the reverse can never be made effective, therefore the robot must be returned to its manufacturer for destruction. Oh Dear . . . . So, the plot thickens when the real son returns, ( having made some sort of partial recovery), this then turns into a sadistic boys game, where Martin, (Orga boy), attempts to undermine David, (Meca boy), for parental time, attention & affection. Without ruining things if you have not seen the film, things go horribly wrong for David, who then has to undertake an epic journey of discovery, accompanied by the aformentioned Gigolo Joe and the cutest, wittiest & most loveable boys toy that wou will ever see wield a needle & thread, ( you'll ee what I mean !). The journey is endured, the adventures are portrayed with style and the special effects are as you would expect from Spielberg, very special indeed. Three out of the four of us were in tears at some point, and we all talked incessantly about the film for the whole of the 30 munite journey home. Therefore, Voila!, our faith in the Cinema is renewed, Spielberg triumphs again and I shall be waiting for this to appear on Sky Box Office in order to tape it and watch it repeatedly! Great, Great film. Go see it today.
Jingle Jangle Jingle jangle! As i sit here tapping away at my keyboard I have the fantastic guitar pop of 'The Wedding Present' emminating from my speakers. The band is now, unfortunately defunct, but their legacy is a huge back catalogue of power tunes ranged through a series of really seriously good albums. The impact of The Wedding Present as a band is hard to understand, as they had a definitively undergroiund & cool fan base, and never really aspired to greatness, despite the potential inherent within the set up of crisp guitar music coupled with well honed angstified lyrics, razor sharp & melancholic. The driving force of the Wedding Present has always been it's charismatic lead singer, David Gedge, who has a track record spanning over quite a few years, and has always, perhaps, just been a little too old, and a tiny bit out of step, ( usually a step in fromt of what is 'in', rather than a step behind). Gedge's lyrics, ( as it he that has written the huge bulk of the bands songs), tend to be melodramatic and focussed mainly upn disintegrating relationships and despairing scenarios, ( think of a power pop 'smiths' but with more sparkle & humour!) . If one was to level a criticism at the vocal style of Gedge, one could say that his vocal range is rather limited and somewhat nasal, but this is ideal for the songs and compliments the abrasive typical Weddoes sound to perfection. George Best, Bizzarro, Sea Monsters, Tommy, Watusi, all fantastically good albums and all well worth the investment. If you are a real fan, then the path of the development of The Wedding Present from a Mancunian / Leeds / Northern teen band to a dark, rythmic driving force that presuaged the Britback by at least half a decade can be readily traced. The sound of many of the bands that have risen to emminence can also be heard in the insistent, driving, relentless rythm of the Weddoes thrashy guitars, crushing bass and pounding drums, fans o
f Pulp. Blur, Oasis, Cast , ( to name but a few), will find hints of their own particular hero's in the efforts of the Wedding Present, and I would not be surprised to hear this great band cited as 'influential' in years to come,( They do say all great things never achieve fame & fortune in their own lifetime!) So, I wouold like to reccomend that all out there who like thrashy tunes, or good lyrics, or just great music beg, buy borrow or liberate a Wedding Present album or two, and then play it a few times to get it into your head, ( coz once it's in, you will never let it out again! great stuff. ( Oh, Gedge's band following the demise of The Wedding Present were/ are Cinerama, and these are pretty damn good too!)
If you haven't yet seen this film, then I would totally recommend it to you. It is one of those rare films that appeals on a variety of levels, engaging the brain as much in the days following seeing it as it does when actually watching it, which is my individual acid test of a good film. It is billed as a dark comedy, and it certainly lives up to this tag, although I did feel a little uncomfortable at some of the scenes, especially those involving the forcible domination of a female. However, the plot warranted it, so I suppose I can grudgingly give approval. I find that writing a review on a film or a book is much more difficult than doing the same for a product, as one is compelled to deliver enough information about the film, ( or book), to make it interesting and informative to fellow 'Dooyoo'ers' whilst attempting to not spoil the prospective viewers or readers enjoyment. A delicate balance indeed! However, here I go with my balancing act! The film is, basically, a love story, although one in which the main protagonists either love someone who they believe is actually inhabiting the body of another person, or who have unrequited love for another through the eyes of someone else too. ( I did forewarn that this is a very bizarre film!) The story begins with a delicate piece od puppetry from one of the films key players, a puppeteer, forlornly & brilliantly depicted by a very seedy & cheesy John Kusack. This tender scene sets the tone for the remainder of the film, as he is a failing puppeteer , overshadowed by a hugely famous master of puppetry who engages in shows of immense David Copperfield like proportions. His wife is played most convincingly by a dowdy, down at heel Cameron Diaz, ( yes, she truly does look awful, hard to believe, but true!). She is an avid animal lover and the house is filled with a cacacophony of noise from the myriad animals that inhabit within, (including a monkey with a history of psychological trauma
who is undergoing psychotherapy!). So, our down trodden puppeteer looks for gainful employment, ( after being rudely stopped in his street theatre scene by an irate parent), and looks for work where he can use his dexterity, which he soon finds under the heading of 'Short Statured Filing Clerk required for Speed Filing'! (It gets weirder yet!) He gets the job, which you soon discover is on the seven & half floor of a tower block with ceilings that are so low everyone working there has to crouch double to walk around, and which is accessed via crow barring open the elevator doors at the appropriate moment between floors 7 & 8, ( shades of Harry Potters Platform 9 ½ ?) This is where his troubles really begin, as he falls madly in love with a truly strange femme fatale. Eventually, (whilst 'speed filing', he discovers a miniature door behind a filing cabinet, which would not look at all odd in an Alice in Wonderland film, going through the door he eventually finds himself inside the actual head of John Malkovitch! ( Yes, it is truly he). This then gives licence for John Malkovitch to really enjoy himself in parodying himself and the world and to indulge in some riotous scenes in which he becomes the least stylish actor who have ever seen! Needless to say, the cause of this behaviour is to do with the occupation of one of the other leading players, ( but it's not what you think, I assure you!) There is a really funny cameo appearance by Charlie Sheen, and a VERY brief one of Brad Pitt & Sean Penn, who see Puppeteering as the new Rock and Roll , majestically funny. All in all, if you like weird films, or you like John Malkovitch, or you just like a strange form of humour, you MUST see this film. It is, for me, a cult in the making. 10 / 10 !
Write or Right ? On or Off? Buying any second hand car can be a dodgy and desperate business. Speaking as someone who has only ever bought used cars, ( despite having what may be seen as a 'good' job, this being a senior academic lecturer, no matter what you do in the public sector you are never going to make a fortune, hence the need to buy used cars), I think I am able to voice an opinion from a position of knowledge. I have bought and sold a variety of cars from the 'lower' end of the used car market, from £200 nails from shady auctions, through 'modern' classic to renovate & rejuvenate into a more 'street cred' motor, ( ie a Mk 1 Escort), through to cheap & cheerful family saloons through classified ads in the local rag. However, I have found another avenue of getting more for your hard earned penny, and that is to buy insurance 'write-offs' from local salvage yards and then repair them and return them to fully roadworthy, and safe, vehicles. Now obviously this is not an activity for the novice, there is a definite need for a good 'eye' to ascertain the likely extent of the damage, ( which is, very often, much much less serious than it first appears, lots of damage is purely cosmetic and can be readily repaired by the replacement of a panel or two). Care also needs to be taken when gauging the likely expense of the renovation, as some models & makes of car are exorbitantly costly to source parts for & hence repair. The other pressing need is a degree of technical & mechanical proficiency, as removing panels & doors and replacing same needs a degree of comfort with wielding the required tools, as does the replacement of these important things in the overall project. There is, then, a likely need to have access to a range of other skills, ( jigging, spraying etc), as it is unlikely that any one individual will have all these skills to hand, and the option of commissioning a normal
garage or body repair shop to do this work negates the reason for attempting this in the first place. Should it all come together though, you will end up with a roadworthy, safe and stylish car that costs about half the book price! I am now driving a very nice Golf Gti Cabriolet which cost me a total of around three thousand pound, less than half of similar cars for sale in the classifieds! Be warned though, in the interests of safety and honesty, geta good rteam of people around you that you can trust in order to get the work done properly, take the car for its final MOT yourself and then enjoy!
THATS IT ! I GIVE IN ! I hate pop-up banners that leap onto the screen when you are least expecting them. I feel they are intrusive and detract from the pleasure and concentration reguired when trying to access & process information from what may be a rather heavy web - site. I therefore tend to avoid sites that generate these dreadful things wheneverIi possibly can. Imagine my horror, then, when I find that one of my favourite sites to spend an hour or so on the web, ( yes, that'll be Dooyoo then!), has employed one such device. Ostensibly this 'pop-up' has pretensions to tailor the site to meet your personal preferences, and therefore enhance and improve the 'Dooyoo' experience. I have my doubts, and I also loathe the thing intrinsically. My first objection is to the presence of the 'Pop-up' in the first instance, it is uninvited and sits gloatingly until you are forced to interact with the bl@*dy thing, ( rather like some hateful doorstep sales-person jamming their foot in your door until you are forced to be rude to them until they go away, or perhaps more like those dreadful 'cold-calling' double galzing sales reps who simply will not go away until having been very rude too. The 'Pop-Up' is not a matter of choice, it is an invasive and unwelcome interloper, and should be removed promptly. Secondly, I do not WANT Dooyoo to tailor itself to me, I am quite capable of doing that for myself, thankyou. Nor do I want my 'preferences', such as they are, collated and compiled by some spyware, ( as I suspect that this is what the 'Pop-up' is really about, market research!), in order to sell me, or others like me, more goods that I do not want. In summary then, I give in, I submit, I surrender. If that dreaded thing continues to appear every time I access the Dooyoo site, ( despite me having TOLD it several times what it is asking for!), then I shall vote with my feet, and lea
ve Dooyoo well alone. Anyone else agree ? ( or am I doing a 'Travis Bickle' and becoming paranoid? !)
Well, now all the fuss and hoohah over the demise of Napster seems to have died down considerably, I think we are more able to reflect on what a lot of puff & nonsense it all was. Napster was, in its day, a fantastically innovative and daring enterprise which drew upon the true spirit of the internet in that it was sharing and non-elitist. However, as we all know, it was disembowelled and hung out for dead by the powerful self serving interests of the music industry - (Boo Hiss). Now, ( call for loud fanfare!), we have a worthy successor, in the guise of Kazaa. This is a file sharing utility from which the user can not only download a fantastically wide choice of audio files, ( it has an excellent and flexible search capability, which is effective and speedy), but, not only that, the user can download a wealth of other fantastic freebies! Video, Software, Documents etc etc - the list is potentially infinite! So, the good points are the vast opportunities for gathering free goodies and the variety of those , but,'Whoa Silver' , ( i hear you murmur . . . .), 'Where's the catch ? ? ?' Well, there are several, to be brutally honest. The first, and no real fault of Kazaa itself, is the time it takes to download files from a normal home based modem, it is preeetty tedious, ( but OK from a faster access, such as work, not that i would EVER indulge, of course . . . .). The second is that the files available depend upon who is on-line at the time you are, ( so no change there from Napster, really). Thirdly, the FAQ section gives you scary warnings about virus, (should that be virii? viruses??), and frighteningly named 'Trojan Horse' programmes that can infect your PC from other unscrupulous users, ( Who, after all, have direct access to your PC via Kazaa). The lst, ( which, depending on your age and gender, may be a plus OR a minus), is that the wide range of files that you are able to access contains some pretty heavy
duty pornography. This is of some major concern if youngsters are using Kazaa to download music files and come across some of this strong stuff. However, on balance, Napster is dead LONG LIVE KAZAA ! ! ! ! !
'Ape' - to mimic, copy, pretend to be other, derived from . . . . So, the summer blockbuster 'Planet of the Apes' was intended to be, ( and indeed trumpeted as), a tribute to the original 'Planet of the Apes' which starred an unforgettable Charlton Heston as the main protaginist, and Roddy MacDowell, ( he of many 'B' movies and TV nightmares). The original film was just that, a true classic which reverberated the zeigeist of it's highly charged epoch, in which the echoes of racial intolerance and reverberations of persecutary McCarthyism were embodied in a film which pardied mans unhumanity to man by creating a mythical world in which apes became symbols of repressive regimes and blinkered thinking everywhere. However, that was then, when issues were clear, and this is now, when they are not! Perhaps that is the ultimate reason for the quite desperate poorness of this multi-million dollar flop, that there is no strong identity as a decade upon which to hang it? Anyway, the result is a shambles. The main protaginist in this film is an anodyne Mark Wahlberg, with whom the audience simply cannot relate. He takes to his arrival on a planet governed by speaking, intelligent & ferocious apes as if he had simply blundered into the wrong shop in error. He is quite unable to muster the terrified incredulity that you would imagine a person may expect to generate if he had be sucked from the cushioned and antideptic innards of a high tech space station and thrust into the brutal, humid and fetid environment that he found himself in. The apes themselves are reasonably convincing, although I would have expected millions of years of evolution to have enabled a modicum of facial expression, the make up, whilst OK, was nowhere near as convincing as I expected it to be, it was only marginally better than the original. The plot too, sucks. Much has been made of the so-called romance between man & ape, ( in the shape of He
lena Bonham Carter), however, this is far too tritely played to carry any conviction whatsoever, whilst the 'fun' element was intended to be portrayed by a rascally Orang-Utan who dealt in human slaves. This failed miserably to impress also. However, the wost element in a science fantasy film, I feel, is to make elemental mistakes in believability. The prime one in this instance is to assume, wrongly, in my opinion, that a huge, monolithic, entire space station, could be piloted into a landing on a planet, utterly crass imagery, I felt. Also the ending, I felt, was derivative and feeble, as was the cameo of one of the cheif villains, (Thade), father, played by none other than 'Chuck Heston himself, why Oh why did you do it Charlton? All in all, a disappointment, I felt the film was a waste of my hard-earned, even on the level of an escapist adventure film. I'm afraid tim really has 'Gone for a Burton' on this one. Avoid at all costs! (For a more postive review, see the 'Crowned' Dooyoo opinion written by a fellow Dooyoo'er - it is fantastically thorough & detailed)
I am gnashing my teeth in rage & frustration over the sheer arrogance of the AA Insurance services. I must, therefore, point out that this opinion IS in regard to the AA in general, but with specific reference to the insuarance 'branch' of the service. Now, if you were to buy a bus pass, or a train ticket, or anything that has a subscription period , ( other than the Readers Digest, of course, because you will NEVER EVER get rd of that esteemed journal once it sinks its corporate hooks into your post code!), and then discover that you no longer require the services for which you have pre-paid, then you simply cancel your subscription. Hey Presto! What then happens is that what remains of your money is returned to you, albeit often with a little something deducted for administration etc. Fine & dandy, UNLESS you happen to insure with the AA, that is! I had occasion to be forced ionto changing my car insurance from one organised by the AA, as they imposed a ridiculous series of petty restriction and cumbersome hoops that I, a mature, safe, convictionless driver, had to jump through in order to obtain insurance for a fresh car, simply due to the higher performance of the new car. I therefore sought cover elsewhere and was most pleased to discover I was able to arrange insurance by telephone, with better cover, more comprehensive radio, glass, travelling abroad and excess for a LESSER annual premium than the AA sponsored one I had held previously. The crunch came, though, when I rang the AA to cancel my insurance, only to be told that despite having 5 MONTHS of my cover left to run, I would not receive one penny back, as I had not held a policy with them before! If I had held a previous policy then would be able to recieve some of my money back. I consider this to be blatantly unfair and discriminatory, and am minded to pursue this through official channels, ( I probably won't though, as I will lose momemtum once my anger has diss
ipated a little). The thing is, I like the AA, I have found each and every patrol person that I have had occasion to deal with to be efficient, courteous and professional. It is the beauraucratic element of this patronising, nanny-state like organisation that irritates me. The letters that you recieve that tell you snottily that you have used the service 4 times this year, once more and you will be expected to pay and will, furthermore, be paraded around the streets wearing a sandwich board stating ' I ABUSED THE AA'! So, the moral of this opinion is, use the AA for what they are good at, ( breakdowns), DO NOT use them for anything else, as they are not so good. 'The Third Emergency Service' ? ? ? I don't thnk so!
This should be called 'How NOT to Write a Dooyoo opinion . . . . Firstly I must clearly state that this is an opinion on myself, by myself, it must, therefore be considered to be highly subjective & biased. The reason for sitting down and putting ( virtual) pen to paper is to remind myself to NOT write spurious and dubious opinions on Dooyoo whilst under the influence of a wee drop of the good stuff, ( well, in fact, rather a LOT of any old stuff I can get my hands on, actually!) I have recently re - read the opinions I have logged under my personal profile, ( and also the depressing and argumentative debates I have sometimes entered into with fellow dooyoo'ers), and I can rate them using a simple scale. This scale goes something like this - * Good OP (Sober) * Reasonable OP ( No Effect Yet) * Crap Op ( Had the urge to write as a result of beer but doesn't really make a great deal of sense) * Totally Rubbish ( Uncoordinated, cynical & misspelled tommyrot) So, I would like to apologise to all those who have the dreadful misfortune to endure one of the opinions listed under the last two categories above, and would like to reassure everyone that I will do my utmost to resist becoming the Dooyoo equivalent of the hateful bloke in the pub who vents forth ill considered and patronising views on everything under the sun in a loud, irritating and raucous manner! Right, I feel I have undergone enough cathartic braving of my innermost psyche for now, I am going to think long and hard and contrive to write an opinion worthy of reading about something of interest! The main tip to take, I suppose, from my experience of writing for Dooyoo, ( limited as it is, as is my journalistic talent, I suspect), is to think about what you want to write about, and what you want to say, before commiting the folly of writing words you may regret having ownership of later. Also, and vitally important, DO N
OT write whilst in a drunken stupor! (This Opinion was Brought to You By Timtom - Timtom supports Amnesty Int, Greenpeace & Banks Brewery - This opinion is Owned by Timtom & was written without the aid of artificial stimulants)
Dooyoo IS great but I am SO sick of seeing the same old '(same old) opinions repeated at the bottom of the 'Dooyoo' opening page - why should these ops get all the reads? - I am seriously giving consideration to 'giving the whole thing the elbow' , , , In fact, I can't even be bothered to string a coherent argument together, it has p*ssed me off too too much So, the bottom line is, I'm afraid, Get a GRIP DOOYOO, and UPDATE, else I'm Off . . . .
Sorry guys ' n ' Gals, but I have gotta say it . . . I have been a Dooyoo person for a while now, but what is TOTALLY peeing me off is the repetitive, tedious, boring, ennui of seeing ONKA'S BIG MONKA and STARBUCKS as the key opinions in the lower half of the screen . . . Maybe it is just me, but these opinions seem to have been around since the dawn of time, and I cannot even be bothered to click on them any more. So, is anyone from Dooyoo on commission here, ( if so, good luck to ya), if not, can we PLEASE se a change . . . ..
I am sitting typing this opiniono with the Stereophonics third album, 'Just Enough Education to Perform', plugging nicely away from the 'Real Jukebox' installed on my PC, I also have it on a copied CD in the car, ( and it is inevitably playing ALL the time), and also the original CD, as well as having it installed on my PC at home ... (oops, I'm not REALLY writing this at work . . .). This should indicate to you that the falvour of this opinion is going to be a positive one. I must admit to being slightly disappointed when I played it the first time around, as it didn't seem to have any of those instantly powerful and recognisable 'Phonics songs, ( 'Local Boy in the Photograph' being my totally all time out & out favourite), but, this album is absloutely addictive. If you start to play it you cannot help but become besotted with the languid, meaningful nature of many of the slower tracks, Jones' voice is a potent communicator of emotion, and the lyrical quality appears to be even stronger than previous albums. The album starts with what is in my opinion one of the weaker tracks, 'Vegas Two Times', this being a turgid, thrashy sort of number that sounds more like the bad old Captain Beefheart than the Sterophonics, Ugh, don't like this one at all. However, things then improve exponentially with the next track, 'Lying in the SUn', inspired by the sight of a beggar on the streets of Portugal. This is a truly fantastic song, evoking the iniquity of life where a series of circumstances can reduce anyone to poverty, and contrasting this with affluent holiday makers abroad. This is performed in a soft, jangly guitar style, with Kelly's instantly recognisable throaty vocals making a powerfully emotional statement. A fabulous song that lingers in the mind for ages. 'Mr Writer' follows, a more thrashy, dark slab of lyrical despar that paints a far darker picture. Then
follows what must be the next single, 'Step on My Old Size Nines', a brilliantly ecocative song, played and sung in typically slow Stereophonics fashion, that has a lovely vocal loop and a lyrical soft guitar style and feel to it. The current single, 'Have a Nice Day' follows, itself a soft jangly sort of tune reminiscent of The Wedding Present, but whose message is much more gloomy that the rather jolly musical element would indicate. Clever! 'Nice to Be OUt', 'Watch Them Fly Sundays' continue the theme of appearing rather bland on first hearing, but they have that intrusive, persistant quality that marks them out as good tunes, however, these are followed by the true classic on the album, ' Every Day I Think of Money', a grim tale of despair & theft that is caried by a brilliantly orchestrated haunting guitar riff that threads through the tune, a nice fat rich bass riff and Kelly's vocals are simply beautiful. This one is going to stand up there with the other favourites from the previous two albums before long, and not just for me, but for people who like this band too, ( I hesitate to use the F*n word . . . ). The final three songs 'Maybe', 'Caravan Holiday' & 'Roof Top' are good too, not quite as good as 'Everyday . . ', but still head and shoulders above many other tunes from bands in a similar niche. So, in summary, if you like the Stereophonics at their slow, moody best, you will die for this album, if you like them a bit more 'thrashy' then you might be a bit disapointed, but I guarantee you won't remain s, not once thses tunes have worked their magic on you !
Now, faithful readers, correct me if I am wrong here, but I thought Dooyoo was a venue for people who had an opinion on things, and on issues, to share that opinion with a wider, like minded web-basesd community ? Am I corect in this assumption, or is it facile ? My particular problem is resolving an essential conundrum over some of the opinions I see being posted on Dooyoo of late. I know it may be pedantic of me, perhaps some would say even churlish, but to me it seems imperative to actually have experienced something to be able to form an opinion on it, never mind to express that opinion in a forum such as Dooyoo. Let me alaborate this theme further . . . I could write an opinion here, quite readily, on the facilities available to astronauts in the space shuttle. I could comment on the state of the toilets, the sleeping arrangements, the food etc etc, but what I would be saying would have absolutely NO currency ! I have not experienced the space shuttle, never even seen it in reality ! This is very much akin to some of the reviews and opinions I have been diappointedly reading on Dooyoo of late. Opinions on newspapers by those that have never read them, on TV shows by those that have never seen them, films by those who have only read the book and visa versa! So, my plea is to you Dooyooers, forget the blessed Dooyoo mile, your opinions will be much better recieved, and therefore much more widely read, if they are based on some tangible first hand experience, rather than the dubious and vicarious experiences of some one else. Get a Grip, Get Real and lets IMPROVE people !