Pet Shop Boys unveil “Winner” video – but what are the all time PSB winners?

If you scrutinise this blog carefully, you may find a few subtle indications that Pop Lifer are Pet Shop Boys fans. In fact, we think they are the greatest pop act of all time, and our towering achievement in life (with the possible exception of the children) is that one of us is cited in the Wikipedia entry on “West End Girls”.

So any unveiling of new material is a moment of thrilled anticipation around these parts, mixed with a little apprehension. Will it be another disappointment (“I’m With Stupid”) or another return to the intelligence, melodic gorgeousness and swooning romanticism of their finest work (“Love Etc”)?

Well, there’s a new single in town, “Winner”, along with a new video which rather touchingly follows the London Rollergirls, a Roller Derby team, and their new rookie, Dirty Diana, who happens to be transgender, as well as brilliantly named. Continue reading

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What you looking at, you little rich boy?

Above are two men, standing in front of black doors. One of them is George Osborne – who is famous for only having a Plan A. The other is Ben Drew – who is famous for being Plan B.

But which plan is working out best? Continue reading

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Important rock’n’roll announcement

So there you go – rock’n’roll is not dead.

Don’t be fooled by our name, Pop Lifer bows to nobody in our love of rock’n’roll. Not even Joan Jett. So you can imagine how relieved we were to see this t shirt on our tube journey to work this morning and realise that rock’n’roll is definitely not deceased.

But then a sense of unease set in (one not entirely explained by the fact we’d just tried taking a sneaky photo with our iphone and clearly been spotted in the act by a scowling man in a suit). Firstly, the underlined not. Isn’t that a little bit defensive, we thought? Isn’t it a bit “I did not have sexual relations with that woman?” Continue reading

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Picture this #7 – The Dirtiest Race

Cheats prosper and then fail urine tests a few days later.

When Ben Johnson smiles children cry.

If a 116 year old tradition, based on an ideal which stretches over millennia, has a villain, it is Johnson.  He broods, he scowls –  he is the convenient symbol behind which hundreds of similar cheats cower. Teary apologies have been tossed aside, rehabilitation forbidden, Johnson’s biggest mistake will always be to be the first to get caught.

There are three stand outs from this image of the finishing line of the 100m final at the 1988 Seoul Olympics: ‘the dirtiest race in history’. First, the 84 track and field darling, Carl Lewis, in lane 3, and his contemptuous, disbelieving glance across the line to Johnson in lane 6. It is tempting to think Lewis began, conducted and concluded the race with the thought ‘this guy cheats.’ He certainly began and concluded any post race interview with the insinuation that what Johnson achieved deserved examining. Lewis certainly should be the hero of the piece but any man who produces and makes motivational dollar with quotes as preposterous as ‘the trials on the road to world harmony are no greater than the courage of those who accept the challenge’ is difficult to like. Few did apparently. Continue reading

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“I get to be a hero” – Frank Ocean takes centre stage as music’s man of the hour

Over in the states, Frank Ocean has kicked off his first major tour since revealing his first love was a man. As Ocean has wryly noted on Twitter, “And the women still scream in the front row, contrary to what the naysayers may think”. Very, very audible proof of this here, when Ocean takes the stage in LA to perform a stripped-down version of Prince’s wondrous “When You Were Mine”.

Ocean has tweeted on the strange world of touring: “i get to zone out and be someones hero or deviant fantasy or whatever for a hour and some change every night though. that’s special.” And indeed, Ocean has become a hero to thousands across the world – as even the most shallow trawl of the Internet will reveal – but it must be a relief for him to redirect attention to his music after a period of such nerve-wracking personal exposure.

And so we’ll leave him to it for a while, leave him to reap the fruits of his courage, talent and the wonderful “Channel Orange” album.

Our blog on how Ocean challenged hip hop (and dragged 50 Cent into the 21st century) here. Part 2 on how his stylish, voluntary “coming out” will save gay teen lives here. And part 3 on the love letter that changed the world here. His first album, free and legal, here.

Frank Ocean, Pop Lifer salutes you; we’ll be with the women screaming in the front row at London.

By Neil

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Picture This #6 – Tricky Kid

For a man who, by conventional measures, isn’t exactly model material, Adrian Thawes AKA Tricky has certainly been in a lot of amazing pictures. Before opting for this – a still from the  strange, narcotically seductive video for “Hell Is Round The Corner”, full video here – I considered ones of Tricky in full drag, in silver make-up, as a leering devil and stripped down, tattooed and muscled. Like Bowie or Madonna, he’s a pop shape-shifter.

But this image seemed to best capture Tricky during his early – and brief – career as the most unsettling and intriguing pop star of his day. It captures the un-nerving (and brave) androgyny, the stoned menace and the I’ve-seen-more-than-you-ever-will defiance in his eyes. The stark, seedy red background is pure David Lynch.

At the time Tricky was in his period of outrageous creative genius – the Pet Shop Boys call it the “imperial period” which all great pop stars, including themselves, experience once. Tricky’s imperial period delivered the near perfection of “Maxinquaye” – its hip hop beats, heavy metal guitars and pop samples demonstrating his refusal to be bound by genre. Melodically, the combination of his own harsh rasp and Martina Topley-Bird’s honeyed, detached purr added up to a collection of songs are as beautiful as they are bleak.

His next albums began to stutter (though still contained masterpieces like the funereal “Poems” and the twitchy, seething “Christiansands”) and his career is now at best a curiosity, and sometimes embarrassing. His bizarre cameo during a Beyonce festival gig made most of the crowd wonder why her roadies didn’t stop the crazy old man who seemed to have sneaked onstage and grabbed a mic to mumble incoherently into, while a recent performance of “Maxinquaye” in London was the single most frustrating and cantankerous gig I’ve seen in years.

But look again at this image and remember what a wonderful and strange pop creature Tricky was, and how many doors he opened for artists of the future to throw off the straitjackets of musical genre and embrace the weird. As another pop eccentric, Adam Ant, once sang: “ridicule is nothing to be scared of.”

By Neil

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