Stop the goddamn, motherfucking presses

Two amazing things happened today:
1. We realized that, sometime in the recent past, Sophie Ellis-Bextor performed a pop show dressed as a rabbit and
2. Sophie released two new songs via her MySpace (HerSpace?). Now, if you've been keeping up on All Things Sophie (probably not on this web site as we only update once every two weeks, if you're lucky) you'll know that she was supposed to release a Great Hits compilation, only for the world at large, in an unprecendented display of good judgment, realized that La Bex is one of the most consistently amazing pop ladies of our time and deserves a new album full of awesome songs. Good call, World At Large.
In normal circumstances we'd lament someone (kind of) re-releasing "Off and On", a track that California Roisin Murphy already trashed and has been on the Internet since approx. the fall of Rome (and we don't mean central Italy circa September 2007, arewerite), but beggars can't be choosers, and we'll take new Sophie tracks where we can get them (although if someone makes her record a Lil Chris cover we're calling it quits).
The other song is called "Heartbreak Make Me a Dancer" (of course it is...) which doesn't really go out of its way to break the straight 206 (approximate) singles Sophie has released featuring the themes of love, dancing, or some variation thereof. For some reason we picture Sophie singing this song in the studio strapped to a chair while Debbie Harry in Hairspray screams: "COME ON NOW! ONE-TWO CHA CHA CHA! ONE-TWO CHA CHA CHA!"
Yes, clearly we're really that gay.
Labels: new single, sophie ellis-bextor




First we have Dame* Sophie Ellis-Bextor's Trip the Light Fantastic, which will probably never be released in this Land of the Free Home of the Brave, but can we just say thank God for amazon.co.uk. The masterful first single, "Catch You", has been on heavy rotation since somewhere slightly before the Fall of Pompeii, and isn't going anywhere soon. It's sex, pop, love, guitars and synths devoid of all fucking-around and compressed into the Best Song Ever About Stalking A Man--an emotional depth we have all experienced at one point or another. Thus, readers, it is UNIVERSAL. And who are we to question The Universe. We ask you.
Another pop band (and not a new rave band as Klaxons would like you to believe) are making good use of the word "fantastic" this summer-- and of course we are referring to sexy kittens (yes, even the guys) New Young Pony Club, and their album Fantastic Playroom (DO YOU GET IT NOW?). We went through a phase, about 2 years ago (estimate) where we LOVED NYPC and their tune "Ice Cream", then we saw them live in 2006 and enjoyed it dare we say even profusely, then lost all interest whatsoever and moved on to liking Sexual Earthquake in Kobe instead. But our faith in Tahita Young Pony and co. has been rekindled with the shitloads of songs that have been leaked from Plyaroom, notably "Hiding On The Staircase" which we can't be bothered to upload to YouSendIt, so you'll have to take our "word" for it, or at least type into the Hype Machine.