Ella Ella Ella! Thanks for the tip, Culture Of Me. I'm speechless on this one.
MP3: MSP - Your Love Alone Is Not Enough
MP3: MSP - Your Love Alone Is Not Enough
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MSP bassist Nicky Wire had the following to say about the honor: *“When our manager told us about it I just genuinely felt humbled and excited. We’ve won four BRIT Awards, Ivor Novellos, but it’s vindication. It feels like the best one because the NME is what I grew up with and for all its faults it still means a lot to me. It’s so fucking brilliant, honestly. It’s really made me feel fantastic.”*
Yet another voice has spoken out. This time, Manics bassist Nicky Wire exclaims: *"Fair play to Radiohead for doing something different. It's certainly great for publicity but I think it kind of demeans music. Music used to be a market, now it's all gone digital. It's worrying and it seems to be the way of the world at the moment. Sales are doing well everywhere else. Cinema is doing well, video games are doing well but music isn't. The free download phenomenon is ruining the industry."* Yikes! Manics MP3 below.
I love this new trend. Full details courtesy of the band's official site. *Here we go, a Manics Christmas tour is upon us. A fine and worthy tradition - To celebrate this season of goodwill we will be giving away our Christmas single 'The Ghosts Of Christmas' on our website, and newsletter, from 1 December completely free. So to anyone who has bought our records, seen our gigs, read our reviews, joined our website or given us awards: Thank You for a special year. The song is old school Christmas, the anti X Factor, for us it's actual fun. Hope you enjoy the song and the tour. Merry Christmas - Nicky Wire, James & Sean* Download the tune here.
This is getting out of control!
MP3: Manic Street Preachers - You Love Alone Is Not Enough (feat. Nina of The Cardigans)
Seems like our Manic boys are out to save some music!
We've re-traced our steps in terms of what happened to Richey so many times and at the end of the day Richey was surrounded by people who cared about him and who were quite sensible and still we couldn't help.
And they didn't. Instead they released the material they'd been working on, and it was their biggest hit to date. Everything Must Go thrust them resolutely into the mainstream, turned them into rock monsters instead of of spikey outsiders... from thereon in, hundreds of pissed up britpoppers would be out on a Friday night, shouting out that Libraries give us power when they hadn't been in one since they stopped reading Spot the Dog... (or the Big Bad Bus from Luss, that being the Highlands). The followup, This is My Truth, Tell Me Yours was big rock with big rock gestures, and by now the band were among Britrock's elder statesmen; and I felt like I'd moved on - and so had they. Since then I've revisited that record, and it's a lot better than I thought it was at the time, but it's still the visceral power of The Holy Bible or the soaring power of songs like "A Design for Life" that I think of when I think of the Manics. The last couple of records I haven't really listened to, as they strayed more and more into a melodic, MOR territory where Nicky Wire's lyrics just get a bit too clever for me; yet in all this, a quarter of the royalties from those records continues to go into a bank account in Richey Manic's name.
release of his solo album, The Great Western; you can read it here on the BBC.
As for the solo album? Well, I had no great expectations for it, given that I've not been that keen on recent Manics output. And that was doing it a disservice, because it's actually bloody good. Freed from the ever-increasing complexity of Wire's lyrics, Bradfield is able to concentrate on what he does best, and put guitars and melodies together with his distinctive, still angry sounding voice. I expected to find maybe one or two decent songs, so I started writing a list so that I didn't forget which ones were good: seven of the eleven tracks got added; from the sha la la's of first single "That's no way to tell a lie" to "Say hello to the Pope", this is a clever, articulate, and meaningful record.
We've re-traced our steps in terms of what happened to Richey so many times and at the end of the day Richey was surrounded by people who cared about him and who were quite sensible and still we couldn't help.
And they didn't. Instead they released the material they'd been working on, and it was their biggest hit to date. Everything Must Go thrust them resolutely into the mainstream, turned them into rock monsters instead of of spikey outsiders... from thereon in, hundreds of pissed up britpoppers would be out on a Friday night, shouting out that Libraries give us power when they hadn't been in one since they stopped reading Spot the Dog... (or the Big Bad Bus from Luss, that being the Highlands). The followup, This is My Truth, Tell Me Yours was big rock with big rock gestures, and by now the band were among Britrock's elder statesmen; and I felt like I'd moved on - and so had they. Since then I've revisited that record, and it's a lot better than I thought it was at the time, but it's still the visceral power of The Holy Bible or the soaring power of songs like "A Design for Life" that I think of when I think of the Manics. The last couple of records I haven't really listened to, as they strayed more and more into a melodic, MOR territory where Nicky Wire's lyrics just get a bit too clever for me; yet in all this, a quarter of the royalties from those records continues to go into a bank account in Richey Manic's name.
release of his solo album, The Great Western; you can read it here on the BBC.
As for the solo album? Well, I had no great expectations for it, given that I've not been that keen on recent Manics output. And that was doing it a disservice, because it's actually bloody good. Freed from the ever-increasing complexity of Wire's lyrics, Bradfield is able to concentrate on what he does best, and put guitars and melodies together with his distinctive, still angry sounding voice. I expected to find maybe one or two decent songs, so I started writing a list so that I didn't forget which ones were good: seven of the eleven tracks got added; from the sha la la's of first single "That's no way to tell a lie" to "Say hello to the Pope", this is a clever, articulate, and meaningful record.