Malachai
are Bristolians Gary Ealy and Scott Hendy who care little about slavishly following contemporary trends and just do what they like. And that's 60's psych pop, Portishead and DJ Shadow. They renamed themselves from Malakai to Malchai in 2010 after they found out that there is already a US rapper by this name.
I’d sit there motionless, the soapy water relaxing me as I stare, eyes wide and glazed, re-running the routine over and over in my mind, then I’d load my gun and pick a shirt.
It is the most beautiful, romantic dinner setty uppy tune. The warm chord changes will keep you more than occupied until the Pizzaboy arrives.
I’d sit there motionless, eyes wide and glazed, stroking the gun in my pocket and just as the chorus kicks in I’d jump to my feet and slay as many as possible before being wrestled to the floor by security.
Mmm, difficult one that! Maybe «Cider Drinker» by The Wurzels?
I think I'd have to say « I Am A Cider Drinker» by The Wurzels.
Definitely The Wurzels’ «Cider Drinker». Ugh! What happened last night? Weren’t we in a cornfield at some point?
I don’t drive or own a car but if I did it would be something calm that stems the road rage. Maybe some Nick Drake, The Mills Brothers (an afro-american pop and jazz vocal quartet from the 30’s) or Studio One era reggae, or something loud and obnoxious like the bastards two doors down from my house.
Probably «I Am A Cider Drinker» by The Wurzels.
I never listen to music when I play pingpong as I take my game very seriously, in fact I'm just about to serve now so SILENCE! (please)
They always tell me to turn my stereo off on planes, and my phone, next they'll tell me I can't wear my shoebombs!
I’d blast «There’s A Ghost In My House» by R. Dean Taylor as a «come on» to all occupying spirits, then I'd leave a Westlife CD on repeat in the furthest room away. I figure any damned souls or gruesome ghouls will want to stick to their own while all the cool ghosties can cower with me under the bed in my room.
Anything but The Wurzels. Ooo my head hurts...
It's my phone alarm. Or if it’s a text it’s the opening guitar stab from «A Hard Days Night». Other than that I can’t listen to music when I’ve just got up.
Sharks / Weasels / Worms / Leeches / Snakes (that’s why I got into the music business)
Stephen Fry: «Moab Is My Washpot» / Ray Coleman: «Lennon» / Ian MacDonald: «Revolution in the Head: The Beatles' Records and the Sixties» / P.R. Reid: «Colditz» / Joe Boyd: «White Bicycles: Making Music in the 1960s»
Homer Simpson / Top Cat / Johnny Bravo / Angry Kid / Gordon Brown
Bristol / Manchester / New York / Dublin / Zurich (honestly! It's got «16 Tons» my favourite record store in the world)
the turntable / the pasty / the tartan slipper / Saturdays / the walk-in Humidor
the drum / the bass / the electric piano / the mellotron / the thumbscrew
Mojo / Uncut / The Word / Record Collector / Leg Love
«Steptoe and Son Ride Again» by Peter Sykes / «Dead Man’s Shoes» by Shane Meadows / «Widstyle» / «Babylon» by Franco Rosso / «A Hard Day’s Night»
dreadlocks / back perm / shellsuit / pseudo jamaican accent / white socks
Cosies / Mr. Wolfes / Friend and Co’s / St. Nicholas Market / my house
Blue Juice (best food in Bristol) / Renatos / Elysees / The Mayflower / Als Tikka Grill
A demo version with vintage Lennon goofing.
Which was the first song they cut for themselves on vinyl when they still were The Quarrymen. The song was written by McCartney and Harrison and was recorded in 1958. I read, that the recording cost them 17 shillings and six pence and they only pressed one acetate of it, which of course makes it the most valuable record in existence. When you think of what was in store for them it makes it compelling listening.
«Steptoe and Son» / «I'm Alan Partridge» / «QI» / «Never Mind The Buzzcocks» / «Match of the Day»
my daughter / my band / a full head of hair / good health / a goat called Richard (ok I lied about the goat)
