The freak show flickers and then, having flickered, fucks off....


2 / 10 The freak show flickers and then, having flickered, fucks off. Well, that's [I]the idea[/I]! But mortgages and tax bills and alimony and the tragic fact that nobody ever seems to choke on their vomit any more added to the even sadder fact that nothing - that's NOTHING - compares to being a POP STAR! Well, it's just [I]too much temptation[/I]!

So they come back. They all do eventually. Clogging up the arteries of pop. Flogging the dead horse into a bloody pulp. Hey - don't shit yourself onstage or get caught down-loading kiddie porn and you can last [I]for ages[/I]!

[a]Blondie[/a] were brilliant. A punk [a]Abba[/a]. Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee Jones join the cast of [I]Friends[/I]. Safety-pinned bubble gum. Steps on smack. Ice cream and amphetamines. Oxymoron pop.

And this is a fine live album. Brash, fast, slick. The hits sound delicious. Press the skip button for the stuff you don't recognise. And the occasional muso-desecrated middle eight. But why would you want to [I]buy[/I] it? Unless you're the sort of heavy-breathing, Biro-sucking crypto-stalker who must have (shudder) [I]everything[/I] and thus gets excited by such pronouncements as "the ONLY authorized [I](sic) [/I]live version of 'One Way Or Another'". Gosh.

Pulse racing? Heart pounding? Palms sweating? I'm happy for you. Here's a tissue.

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