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Congratulations on Getting Your Country Back

Obama

My brother and his missus were over here this week, and we all stayed up late to watch the American elections on Tuesday. It was interesting to see how nervous they were, how happy they eventually were, and the general fervour with which everyone embraced the whole thing.

I have said before that I don’t think Obama is quite the messiah he is being treated as. He is financially quite conservative, and just as prone to politically expedient u-turns as any other politician, as evidenced by his about-face on FISA. People seems to expect a lot more than he is going to deliver. His acceptance speech was, after the first few minutes, embarrassingly hyperbolic and downright ludicrous, and anyone that smooth just has to be full of shit somewhere under the surface. Remember the lesson of Tony Blair: how charismatic he was, how sweet the victory, how hard we partied and ultimately how slippery the little weasel turned out to be.

Having said that, from an outsider’s perspective, I don’t think this election had as much to do with the parties themselves, or even the candidates, as it had to do with the identity of the country. America seems only recently to have gained any awareness of how the rest of the world views it, and that seems to have been a pretty shocking epiphany. ‘Christ, we invade countries for no reason, we actually are not some amazing haven of domestic peace and freedom, we are not something to which the rest of the world aspires, we do not give everyone a fair trial and we abduct, torture and bully’ . It was almost as if the Bush administration was so caricatured that the nation was forced to remove it’s parochial, rose-tinted, lazily patriotic spectacles and realise that the people in the world who do not like America might actually have some very good reasons to for feeling the way they do.

Then, especially once Palin came on board, it became obvious that the Republican campaign represented pretty much all of that ugly side of the country: inward facing, thuggish, willfully ignorant, parochial, narrow-minded, blindly dogmatic, hypocritical and mean. It was as if Americans could look at them and finally understand ‘When people say they hate us it is because this is what they see‘. Suddenly it became much more emotive because it was about national identity as much as it was about taxes or healthcare or the usual things – it seemed to be about the fact that America was turning into the kind of country that a lot of Americans actually disliked. For me, irrespective of Obama’s obvious flaws, this election seems to say something quite reassuring about the kind of nation America actually wants to be.

Congratulations on getting your country back, people.

Elbow – Leaders of the Free World
Billy Bragg – Some Days I See the Point
Billy Bragg – The Few

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Random Bits of News

Guy Garvey

Firstly, well done to Elbow for winning the Mercury Prize. I tend to slag off the Mercury Prize a little bit, largely due to the appearance of tokenism (one for black people, one for intellectuals, one obscure one to make us look clever) but also because I often just don’t like many of the bands very much. The accusation of tokenism is neatly refuted by one of the judges in this nice little article in the Guardian, and an award dominated by my narrow taste would be dull as shit for everyone, so I suppose I should back off a little. At least it’s not the frothing, corporate nonsense of the NME awards or the joyless fogeyism of Q.

Anyway, whilst I acknowledge that it is somewhat hypocritical to crticise an award and then profess yourself pleased for the winners, I feel I really have to congratulate Elbow. If you listen to Guy Garvey on 6Music or go to any of the Elbow shows they really do seem to come across as a really nice bunch of lads, so it’s extremely good news in that respect. From a musical point of view it’s nice too. They were supposed to be the Next Big Thing when they released Asleep in the Back, but that hasn’t quite happened. They slipped a little, in my view, with Cast of Thousands, but between those two, Leaders of the Free World and the album for which they won the award, Seldom Seen Kid, they have put together a pretty consistently impressive collection of records.

A great band, and a bloody good result. Pimm’s all round.

Elbow – The Fix (Nice ironic choice, this one)
Elbow – Mexican Standoff

Tennents Mutual

Secondly, Tennents Mutual have announced an amazing series of gigs throughout Scotland, all coming up over the next few months. They’ve done it by some slightly weird voting system which has had a couple of really notable results. Firstly, the venues are spread far and wide which is – although I am not all that delighted, living in Edinburgh – a great thing for Scotland and Scottish music as a whole. If you live in Dumfries, for example, when do you ever get to see a decent gig? The other thing that is brilliant is the pairing of established acts like King Creosote and Malcolm Middleton with up and comers Withered Hand and Rob St. John.

Here’s a sample lineup: Fort William, BA Club: King Creosote, The Pictish Trail, Chris ‘Beans’ Geddes (Belle & Sebastian).
Or how about this one: Ayr, Town Hall: Glasvegas, Laura Marling, Malcolm Middleton. Ayr fucking Town Hall? Blimey!
And congratulations to some friends of Toad for landing these slots:
Inverness, Ironworks: Teenage Fanclub, King Creosote, Rob St John.
Stirling, Tolbooth: Malcolm Middleton, Withered Hand.
Fat Sams, Dundee: Malcolm Middleton, Los Campesinos, Eagleowl.
Glasgow, CCA: James Murphy, Findo Gask, Kid Canaveral, Chris ‘Beans’ Geddes (Belle & Sebastian), David Barbarossa.

I have to confess I lost interest a little in Tennents Mutual due to the fact that from the outside very little seemed to be happening, and I saw too many uninspiring bands at the very top of the list – Muse, eck! Mob rule doesn’t always produce the best results. The fact that a lot of the very top bands weren’t up for it has resulted in a much better festival though, as far as I am concerned, and I love the lineups and the fact that they are in slightly less-travelled places.

Tennents interest me actually. They have sponsored some amazing things in Scotland – the Versacoustic gigs, the previously excellent T on the Fringe and the much-missed Triptych – but this year’s Edge Festival lineup was woefully thin, despite a few last minute gambits that did up the quality right at the death. I don’t know how much Tennents themselves have to do with the nature of the things they end up being involved with but all of the aforementioned stuff is bloody excellent. Triptych and Versacoustic were particularly interesting because it required genuine musical enthusiasm and knowledge to put together those kind of shows, and it’s rarer than purple fucking snow that corporate sponsorship embraces something so esoteric, eschewing the NME dross in favour of really making the effort to bring new and interesting things to people. Those shows actually took real risks in the name of helping people to broaden their horizons, and it’s a real shame they’re gone. Here’s hoping The Edge Festival can get its act together in future and that the excellent work of Triptych isn’t gone forever.

Malcolm Middleton – Superhero Songwriter
King Creosote – A Month of Firsts
Withered Hand – I Am Nothing

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I Really, Really Fucking Miss Her

My Love

Mrs. Toad is home, everyone! She’s been off in God Bless America all week and as much as she’s a moaning, high-maintenance, half-arsed, troublesome, bad-tempered pain in the backside, I really hate it when she’s away.

It seems like a good idea in principle, I get some time with no hassle, I get to play Championship Manager, edit video, eat pickles out of the jar and all the good things in life. But the thing is, hanging around with my midget companion is the greatest fucking joy in my life. She’s stroppy, she’s rude, she’s annoying, and she’s mine.  I am never so happy as when we are pottering around together – everyday banality was never so magical.

You just know when everything is right, and ever since we met I have been completely certain that this was as good as it was ever going to get, and I was right. For such a half-arsed, undomesticated lass she is oddly protective of me, and when she is gone – which she frequently is for work reasons – I’ll be honest with you, life is shit.

There’s just something drab and boring about the world when my midget companion isn’t here. She doesn’t do much, but she makes me happy, and every time she goes away I am just waiting for her to return. I am not me without her. So I sit around, I work, I faff, I wait. And then she’s home and suddenly everything’s fine again. She’s my girl, and I miss her like hell, and when she comes back it is a massive relief. Things are right again. My girl is home. That is all.

Billy Bragg – Wishing the Days Away (Alternate Version)
Elbow – Fugitive Motel

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Toadcast #29 – The Summercast

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The missus and I got pished and did a podcast! Huzzah! It was a lovely Summery day on Wednesday and we sat out and had a meal in the back garden and then when it got chilly we came inside and did a podcast.

There’s not much of a theme this week because I can get a little bored of them, and from time to time it’s nice to just throw some tracks together that you like. And then get hammered and ramble on about them at interminable length. Sorry about that.

Toadcast #29 – The Summercast

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01. Lemonjelly – Nice Weather For Ducks (01.47)
02. Elbow – Station Approach (10.47)
03. The Eighteenth Day of May – Cold Early Morning (19.07)
04. Aberfeldy – Tom Weir (25.56)
05. Tiny Tim – Tiptoe Through the Tulips (27.47)
06. Uncle Moon – Pepper (34.41)
07. Lo-Fidelity Allstars – On the Pier (41.32)
08. The Boo Radleys – Find the Answer Within (48.17)
09. The Libertines – The Good Old Days (56.41)
10. The Undertones – Teenage Kicks (65.51)
11. The Von Bondies – C’Mon C’Mon (68.11)
12. The Builders & the Butchers – Spanish Death Song (76.41)
13. The Walkmen – The Rat (82.59)
14. Calexico – Corona (93.33)
15. Lloyd Cole – You’re a Big Girl Now (106.46)

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Jesus Christ That Was Fucking Boring

Boring boring boring boring!

Fuck me, I’m glad that’s over with. Did you find that as dull as I did? Four consecutive posts about major bands on major labels that you could all just as easily have read about in Q Magazine. I even liked the Elbow and REM albums, but I still felt slightly dirty writing about them, although I don’t know why.

This blog is supposed to be a record of my thoughts on music, and I was genuinely interested to hear the new Supergrass and REM, and really excited to hear The Raconteurs and Elbow so why do I feel so flat after writing about them? Why has it suddenly become so unsatisfying to write about bands of that stature?

I don’t think the answer lies in snobbery, per se. I have no shame in enjoying the really big and famous bands that I like, nor do I think anyone else should apologise for liking famous music – or fluffy, superficial pop for that matter. Music is there to be enjoyed, and really doesn’t need to be dissected much more than that*.

Maybe it’s the club-ism; the exclusivity. We share something that They don’t have their hands on yet so it feels more special, like a secret or something. There’s also the issue of making a contribution, I suppose. Me bigging up the new REM album is utterly irrelevant to the band whereas when I write about really small groups I might just double their sales if a few of you go and buy something. And they are much more delighted to see a positive review of their music of course, and that always makes this a more satisfying thing to do.

Ultimately, I think it’s about ownership, really. Pop culture is not something most of us get to participate in in any meaningful way whatsoever, so by writing about smaller bands it almost forces REM and Supergrass to become Pop Culture, whereas the little unsigned acts become Our Pop Culture – more personal, more involved and, crucially I think, a smaller community to be a part of. One which may be global in reach but is not global in numbers. It’s a more comprehensible size, something you can actually feel a part of, something you feel you can come to terms with and something which gives a little back when you go and say Hi at the end of a gig. The global audience for REM is just too big for that. The global audience for Bambi Get Over It is not.

So I guess it’s no real surprise that it just feels so much better to have a tiny unsigned band to write about, or to get some friends in and post their live performances on YouTube. They are people we know, people we can be a bit more emotionally invested in, people whose fans could conceivably all get together for a big piss up in the same place. I think a lot of what is perceived as indie snobbery is not quite as much to do with snobbery and perhaps more to do with feeling part of a community whose edges are still close enough to touch, and where you actually feel like an important member rather than a single album sale amongst millions.

So I’m not going to stop writing about big famous bands, because I am genuinely interested in them, but I am finding myself more and more drawn to the grassroots of the music world – small projects where people are having a go and I feel like I really can help bring their work to a wider audience. It just feels nicer.

Bambi Get Over It – That Girl
Darla Farmer – History
Hotpipes – Born in a Bomb
It’s a Buffalo – Outlines

* I could pretty much delete this whole blog on the basis of that one comment alone!

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Elbow – The Seldom Seen Kid

Elbow

I’ve already confessed that it is rare, if not unheard of, for me to instantly take to an Elbow album.  I couldn’t tell you why but they seem to take months, if not years sometimes, to gently slide into my subconscious.

This one has been helped on its way by a brilliant live performance in Glasgow a week or so ago which is likely to have a massive influence on this review, let’s be honest.  I’m listening to this album, not in the usual vacuum, but flushed with smiles from one of my favourite live performances in ages so some of that warmth inevitably spreads into the mood in which I approached this record.

If you think that was a good start for my relationship with Seldom Seen Kid, then imagine the grin that spread across my face as the brilliant opener Starlings introduced itself.  The occasional burst of horns punctuates one of Garvey’s lighter – not light, per se, just somehow sprightlier.  The Bones of You and Mirrorball are more typically lovely Elbow moments, before Grounds For Divorce breaks out the riffs and reminds you that these guys can make a real fucking noise when they want to.

There’s something Big about Elbow – something grand maybe.  Epic, perhaps.  It doesn’t come across as grandiosity though, just an honest lack of self-consciousness about their music.  They don’t hide in irony like many bands nowadays.

I’m still working my way into the end of the album.  I’m loving about as far as The Loneliness of the Tower Crane Driver and the brilliant The Fix, but I’m still to get to the last few songs.  As with most Elbow records I am guessing that this will come with time.  A gift that keeps on giving.  Buy it, it’s beautiful.

Elbow – Starling
Elbow – The Fix

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Elbow – Live, ABC Glasgow, Friday 4th April 2008

Elbow

I bloody love Elbow. I don’t like all of their music, and I am not always a committed lover of their albums, but I love a bloody good chunk of it and as a band I reckon they genuinely are the dog’s bollocks. They emerged from Manchester at about the same time as the briefly phenomenal Doves, but their own brand of slightly more melancholy epic indie rock has decisively outlasted their contemporaries.

I struggled a little for the word epic, because it implies bombast and pomposity, of which Elbow seem to be entirely devoid, but I couldn’t think of a better way to describe the grand sweep of their music without making it seem pretentious, which it genuinely isn’t. In fact, as a band, using the word pretentious would seem like the greatest travesty known to man. I’m not sure if it’s possible to be an internationally famous indie rock band whilst remaining normal, down to earth nice blokes, but if it is possible to be such a band, that band is Elbow.

Having drunkenly accosted Guy Garvey in a club in Edinburgh a couple of years back and miraculously not having been told to fuck right off, despite eminently deserving it, I always suspected he might actually be a genuinely nice bloke. Anyone listening to his show on 6Music will probably confirm this. He’s a handsome devil too – a genuine rock star – albeit in his own slightly portly, dishevelled, disarming Manchester way. In other words, these guys honestly are the Real Deal.

Elbow write music that grabs the heartstrings more than pretty much any other group you can mention, but they do it in such an unassuming way that it only now starts to dawn on me the extent to which they will rightfully be remembered as one of this era’s great bands. Personal, political, grand or small, there’s something about their best songs which simply transport you, take hold of you, and pour every ounce of emotion in the song straight into the very core of your soul.

Now, again, I don’t claim to love every song they’ve ever writtten and I will go so far as to state that Cast of Thousands is a downright mediocre album, but listening to this performance, and the number of euphorically brilliant songs they are able to draw upon, it’s like a massive great big slap in the face reminding me how good this band really are. Sensitive, emotional, sad, and then when they need to crank it up a notch, all hell breaks loose.

And did I mention what nice blokes they seemed. Really, genuinely unaffected by all that ‘being famous’ bollocks. Great, great gig, and I was sober all the way through, believe it or not!

Elbow – Leaders of the Free World
Elbow – Newborn
Elbow – Fugitive Motel Perhaps one of the best songs in the universe. Really.

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The Raconteurs – Almost Music 2.0

Toys - Pram

Well I mentioned that The Raconteurs announced the imminent release of their new album, bypassing all the media sorts who might throw our infantile notions of what is good, bad or indifferent into the mix before people have a chance to listen to the thing of their own accord. I didn’t really offer much commentary at the time because I was excited and, to be entirely honest, I thought I’d take the opportunity to be a news-whore for a change instead of a recalcitrant straggler.

David Bennum, writing for the Guardian, has changed my mind with what comes across as a rather sulky, childish whinge about the whole business. Some of his remarks, and some of the comments on that thread, bear answering because most of it seems to rather miss the point – not by a large margin, but by a significant one.

The most snide accusation, and the one where he comes across as a jilted teenager, is in the penultimate paragraph:

Only a cynic would point out that when a film is released without preview screenings for critics, it’s usually because it’s so dire that it overrides the dictum about no publicity being bad publicity. And only Bill Hicks’s hated notional marketeer would view this as a marketing gimmick in itself: “They’re going for that anti-marketing dollar. That’s a good market, they’re very smart.”

Would Sir like Sir’s toys back, perhaps? In terms of it being a marketing ‘stunt’, this may or may not be accurate. Either way it is irrelevant. A new Raconteurs album was always going to be big news, however it was announced. This is only an anti-marketing approach if you can’t see past the limited tools of marketing in the year 2002. Nowadays this is just sensible. More evidence that Bennum has missed more than one point in this particular area can be found in the following quote:

It’s a shame that it’s only really viable for an act which, including as it does Jack White, already possesses both presumed financial security and an existing audience. If nobody had heard of the Raconteurs, then without pre-publicity, they might as well shoot the album into space as release it to an oblivious public, regardless of format, date, content or the best of intentions.

This is almost one-hundred percent wrong. In fact, it sounds like someone who didn’t get the chance to write about the Radiohead release but was determined to use those arguments somewhere, regardless of relevance.

In fact, the scenario he is describing as not being viable for an obscure band makes perfect sense. Whether by ‘legitimate’ journalists or amateur hacks like myself, most music criticism and almost all music chatter is online nowadays. As Vampire Weekend demonstrated, buzz is a fickle mistress on teh internetz, and can be gone in a flash. Their buzz-o-meter pretty much peaked at around album release time, so by the time the thing itself was in the shops, the backlash was already beginning.

If you’re a small band, generating a few weeks’ worth of enthusiasm among music journos, amateur or professional, isn’t hard to do, compared with the enormous challenge of making yourself a household name. So why on earth would you want whatever small buzz of enthusiasm you manage to generate to take place in an environment where people can’t act immediately on it and buy the album. In fact, given how elusive a quality that buzz is, why would you bother trying to generate it unless you had an album to sell? If anything, Bennum’s argument is backwards: only the big groups can afford the luxury of teasing people for weeks and making them wait for the chance to actually act on their anticipation.

The other thing it might combat is this: when I first hear about an imminent release it is possible, whether or not it’s available in the shops, that I mind find it on BitTorrent. I’d rather buy the thing, and I don’t like using BitTorrent, but the temptation is frequently too strong – there it is, I can listen to it right now, all I have to do is click! The longer illegal means have the market monopoly, the more likely they are to be used, I would guess. This is only speculation, but I think it can only be helpful to have legitimately purchasable versions available at the same time as the dodgy ones are.

What this whole thing might actually be, as Bennum does quite rightly suppose, is an attack on music journalism, which is a profession none too beloved of Mr. White (pinching the links from the Guardian). Whilst I may take issue myself with accusations of laziness, in light of the recent Black Crowes comedy, music journalists are not in the best position to be self-righteous about this at the moment.

But seriously, what does Bennum think being a music journalist is? Music is about taste. No amount of qualifications or expertise or insider privilege will send me to read the work of a music journalist whose taste leads me down blind alleys – see Q or NME, for example. So if his Raconteurs review comes out a week after the album was released and he’s had a chance to digest it, then how is this a problem? Why do people come to the Guardian for information in the first place? If they were scoop-whores salivating for leaks they’d be haunting torrent sites and music blogs.

Surely the biggest reason for generating pre-release hype was always to make as big an impression on the charts as possible, in the hope that this publicity would then add to the snowball and you’d sell loads.  As the truly hilariously out of touch Billboard 2007 Album Chart shows, charts just haven’t caught up with the explosion in retail avenues in the 21st Century, so aiming for the charts is futile.  In that case what do the first week sales matter?  Surely what matters is to sell a lot of albums over the course of a year or so and hence provide yourselves with an income.  For now, the first week push is old-model journalism and old-model marketing.

There are perfectly reasonable allegations of pretension to be levelled at The Raconteurs’ press release, which read more like a manifesto, but not particularly serious ones. Their points about the sanctity of the album format and a preference for vinyl are perfectly reasonable, but I can easily see how they could come across as a bit pretentious, depending on the absolutism with which they might be voiced. But ultimately, this is just a fairly sensible, non-controversial marketing approach, and one that I think we should come to expect in the future. The only really annoying thing is that it thwarts people who are obsessed, either through habituation or privileged arrogance, with being One Step Ahead at all times. That is our hang-up though, for us to deal with, and it is definitely not The Raconteurs’ problem.

Elbow – Any Day Now
Tom McRae – End of the World News
Generation X – Ready Steady Go
Doug Anthony All Stars – The Sun
The Holloways – Fit For a Fortnight

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Toadcast #20 – The Late, Late News

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IT disasters in Toad Hall meant that this podcast was delayed so long that I ended up posting pretty much all of it on the blog before I got to record the thing and all the news was so outdated that I had to find some more news. Fortunately we have some pre-release splendidness from Elbow, Goldfrapp and Stephen Malkmus to make up for it.

There’s also some excellent unsigned music to be had as well, from Maxwell Panther and Meursault, as well as some splendid new singles from Elle S’Appelle and Operahouse. So it’s late, but some of this stuff is really quite excellent. And then there’s LCD Soundsystem who have taken me so long to get into that I am only starting to even enjoy the album now, some eight months or so after its release. What a fuckwit.

There’s a fairly detailed explanation of what is going to be happened with Song, by Toad Records in the new year as well, and how I am going to move these podcasts onwards and upwards. Unfortunately it takes the longest bloody link in recorded history to actual explain it all, but explain it I do. There’s always the track timings listed at the side of the songs if you want to skip it altogether though! Have fun, chaps.

Toadcast #20 – The Late, Late News

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1. Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks – Gardenia (01.27)
2. Elle S’Appelle – Little Flame (06.49)
3. Operahouse – Born a Boy (09.40)
4. LCD Soundsystem – All My Friends (14.54)
5. The Hollies – The Air That I Breathe (24.50)
6. Goldfrapp – Little Bird (28.51)
7. Maxwell Panther – Too Many Magazines (35.47)
8. Meursault – The Furnace (39.37)
9. The 4Qs – Pieces of a Puzzle (48.03)
10. Kid Harpoon – Riverside (50.42)
11. Dubious Ranger – Slow Day (56.18)
12. Roger McGuinn & Calexico – One More Cup of Coffee (68.29)
13. The Heavy Circles – Henri (72.45)
14. The Brute Chorus (feat. Tiggs) – The Cuckoo & the Stolen Heart (80.15)
15. Elbow – Grounds For Divorce (88.13)
16. The Cave Singers – Seeds of Night (94.51)

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Toadcast #5 – Woo Hoo JC!

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More errant podcastery from your favourite slippery green amphibian. This week I find myself yelling abuse at JC who writes a terrible blog called The Vinyl Villain and is currently stranded in Toronto for a few months, far away from his Glasgow home. JC was pretty much the first blogger to take any interest in Song, by Toad in its formative days and I have always been rather grateful for the encouragement Jim showed me back when I was starting out.

As such I thought I’d play a few songs from his favourite groups, a couple of things he’s brought us in the last few months and some songs about missing folk, seeing as he’ll presumably be pining like a teenager for the lovely Mrs. Villain. Well, that or masturbating himself into a zinc-deficient coma, of course.

Either way, hope you’re enjoying yourself JC. Here’s some bloody songs for ya!

Toadcast #5 – Distant Villainy

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1. Belly – Trust In Me (01.54)
2. Maximo Park – Girls Who Play Guitars (08.30)
3. The Doledrums – Midweek Dreamer (12.50)
4. Waylon Jennings – Dukes of Hazzard Theme (15.20)
5. Billy Bragg – Wishing the Days Away (Ballad Version) (18.33)
6. Alex Cornish – This One’s For You (24.28)
7. Adam Balbo – Rock Ballad (31.02)
8. Elbow – Fugitive Motel (36.24)
9. R.E.M. – Half a World Away (41.21)
10. The Doledrums – He Said (47.14)
11. The Meteors – Out of Time (51.21)
12. James – Say Something (55.33)
13. Thunderegg – Long Way From Home (59.50)
14. The Pendulums – Brand New Song (66.52)

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