You rashly assume that I would bother to name myself after a shower of spotty, droning Scots shoegazers. I have, of course, named myself after the real thing. But thanks for your interest.

>Where a man has decided to name himself after them, who is, infact, a, cock.
>

So suck me.

Labr' - you should know not to feed a Mogwai after midnight...

<Where a man has decided to name himself after them, who is, infact, a, cock

Bad English.

All Mogwai's are good: the band, the animals, and the person. In that order.

Nowt wrong with Mogwai the band. Lots wrong with the puppet.

Anyway, if there was a band called Labradford, i bet thet would be rubbish anyway.

Six albums of Labradford and not much happens. Strongly recommend line about them on new Half Man Half Biscuit album.

Mogwai likes S+M.

a0d likes false names.

(name removed) and (name removed) write this website.

And a lovely site it is too.

subbes is the ice woman!!!

>Mogwai likes S+M.

Sam & Max isn't as good as Dexter's Lab.

I think Urusei Yatsura have nicer tunes.

>Urusei Yatsura

Well, ofcourse, I liked them before you did. Now they're just cock.

I like Mogwai (the SOTCAA reader) before you. He's really good, although he did once use mixed metaphor.

Interestingly enough, I happen to wear a cock band.

and write this website.

The point of this spamming is to 'out' them and their opinions and make them face the people they have anonymously attacked.

And yes, I do see the irony in doing it anonymously.

"Interestingly enough, I happen to wear a cock band."

[Puzzled] That's not interesting at all...

You'd have to see it to understand...

I think we should call the RSPCA mate!!!

Me too.

What's all the fuss about?

No idea mate.

And on that note... let's continue for another couple of hours...

Can we have a mention?

Hey, we always get left out too!

... and who could forget the happy. happy sound...

Pah! You're all just pap, all of you!

Bunch of amateurs...

Couldn't agree more, mate.

We're still around, you know...

etc. etc. etc.

We were there first. Oh yes.

Take That!

We predate you all

>We predate you all

Release the tapes then, you miserable sod.

They just have. Well, one of them.

You're all commercial rubbish...

I beg your pardon?


You young upstart, you.

Hey, Arthur! Have you actually heard us? Commercial my arse. No tunes. One note. For hours. Beat that!

I can and I'll beat you all. Eat dirt!

I don't even tune my instrumentent properly. I can show you tablature that'll make Thurston weep.

Oh dear, I feel ill again!

Try the hard stuff...

Have we been done yet?

And what about me?

"I don't even tune my instrumentent properly"

Derek, darling *no one* does that nowadays...

Dear MBV,

If that's Kevin, I played with you once. You still think it's a good idea to do fuck all and remix any old sod that comes along. I do 27 albums a year. What about you?

No, it was Bilinda. But Kevin agrees with her.

Oh, and we favour quality over quantity...

WE? Have you suddenly turned into Thatcher?You're the only one left!

>Oh, and we favour quality over quantity...

Bollocks to that.

No, only Debbie and Colm left. Bilinda is still in the band.

(coming out of character a little) Kevin had to dump the rest of the band because Island couldn't afford to pay them for bugger all work in 9 years. That's why your dear Kev keeps doing so much extra-curricular.

What say we meet up at the T&C and dance to a really shit dictaphone recording of one of your legendary gigs? I'll provide the tape.

Damn it all, I was still keen on inventing a feud between name drop obscurities. We can still do that.

I'm off to do some more Improv. Y'see, it's not quality or quantity, but the gaps between the notes.

Maybe La Monte can help us there? That's the raving old drug dealer with a whore wife.

Hey, d'yer hear that La? Maybe if you fancy some you can take on Fred Frith and me?

I've got my walking stick ready...

C'mon guys (and it is mostly guys), can't we all just get along?

Off to do some deep listening...

Hey, Pauline, lovely to have you along! "OHM" - that's your catchphrase.

Just as the working model of communism is exactly the same as fascism rather than its complete opposite, so the simpilcity of our music makes us as minimalistic and experimental as you all. So there!

Love, Rachel and Jo

Burn them! Burn them!

No don't!

Rachel and Jo are too pretty to perish in a Wicker Man-style sacrificial bonfire!



(oh dear - referencing XTC again...)

"Simpilcity Pop" was popular in Denmark I think.

Let me off of this English Roundabout!!!

I think this has run its course... but let's keep droning on anyway...

And you may find yourself posting endless contributions to a thread that seems to have evolved from nowhere... and you may say to yourself "this is not my beautiful forum"...

Time to 'decamp' to Berlin with Eno, methinks...

Bicycle tulip socks fritterfritterfritterfritter ngo-oo-owwo-oo toten tarten tywhoo-rss-oo

[...]

In the time it's taken me to read this thread, I've composed, recorded and release 14 albums.

Oh, hang on... I'm dead.

W e cccann'tt se-CCKKKCKK-em to d-d-downloadD this-ss-s thr-the-the-thread prope-CKCKKK-rlyly

The thing is, we've....










[To be furthered. Or not.]

Not even we can remember who we are.

We could really start making them up now.

Oh, we could. But wouldn't that be defeating the whole point?

There's no comma in Half Man Half Biscuit incidentally.

i blame the way i say it.

Noone remembers us.

We meant 'no one'.


We asked Noone, and he didn't know who we were.

I've got red balloons

Let's not go into all that...

Naaan tuh naaaahn-uh!

Rued Ballowans-uh!

Gow bah!

Ow! Stop hitting me, Mark!

Naaan tuh naaaahn-uh!

Rued Ballowans-uh!

Gow bah!

That sounds nothing like him.

Yes it does.

Monsta!

When ay grew up I hewp to becahm a cockney fiddle player.

When AY grew up Ay hewp to becahm a cockney coameedian. .