A few minutes ago, I was singing to myself "Never Turn Your Back on Mother Earth" while cleaning debris from a freak thundershower. It turns out I have also failed at keeping tabs on Edgar...
A few minutes ago, I was singing to myself "Never Turn Your Back on Mother Earth" while cleaning debris from a freak thundershower. It turns out I have also failed at keeping tabs on Edgar Wright's Sparks project, which I doubted would ever wrap. It's coming out in a couple weeks.
I expect to have to stomach heaps of, "All modern pop music derives from Kimono My House," dished by celebrity admirers, and, "This is not like other band documentaries"—there was a lot of the latter in the documentary XTC: This Is Pop.
But there will also be satisfyingly clever music like this: "Amateur Hour"
A few minutes ago, I was singing to myself "Never Turn Your Back on Mother Earth" while cleaning debris from a freak thundershower. It turns out I have also failed at keeping tabs on Edgar Wright's Sparks project, which I doubted would ever wrap. It's coming out in a couple weeks.
I expect to have to stomach heaps of, "All modern pop music derives from Kimono My House," dished by celebrity admirers, and, "This is not like other band documentaries"—there was a lot of the latter in the documentary XTC: This Is Pop.
But there will also be satisfyingly clever music like this: "Amateur Hour"
I absolutely had not heard of this. I love Edgar Wright and have always been intrigued by the duo.