Project S.A.M.

Unless your Thai mafia bride stops you. Will she stop you? Can she?

Try living on Market Street. Only 2 police cars and a big van is a quite night.

Yeah' date=' I have to admit that the costumes in the picture on the back did send me into a brief period of denial before I admitted to myself that they were a bit rubbish. The cover of Hang Up, although not nearly as good as the original Wailers' version [punches self for sickeningly pretentious cliche'], was nevertheless cool enough to make up for it, though. And as much as I enjoy Elvis Fucking Christ, I had always felt that The Cramps were so Bad they didn't need to be so common as to directly swear. It's a bit like Dracula saying "motherfucker". The Napa video is indeed a fantastic testament- probably would have worth being nuts just to have been at that show.

... or maybe you're just getting old! Na, it is true that no self-respectig fiend would put on those albums ahead of the likes of Psychedelic Jungle or Smell of Female, but there are still great moments on the recent stuff. As for DP, I figured that the Cramps comparisons were either lifted from a lazy (and ignorant) journalist's comparison, or the band's own self-delusional / downright false promotion. I had braced myself for the inevitable 'disgraceland' (geddit?!?) pun in at least one of their songs, and felt sick when it came. But Zombina were indeed a shambolically zombified treat, and the 'loff were on top form too, I thought. All I was worried about in terms of the vocals was the lack of the trademark Ghoulmore echo (or is it reverb?) that I reckon completes the Karloff sound.

Blaming the audience for not cheering loud enough was never a tactic that was going to work. Neither was sounding like a pishier version of Placebo. I feel slightly cheated by whoever it was who decided to make Cramps comparisons in the promotion for the gig.

This question has been asked twice. WHY HASN'T IT BEEN ANSWERED!!!???!?!?! For the third (fourth, and fifth) time: Would she have been a high-class hooker or a Market St Junkie? A pert teen or a mature "amateur"? A kinky seductress or a minky slapper? Hog, WE (I) NEED TO KNOW!!

Is this the same 'Psyko Dalek' that was featured in a BBC Scotland programme from a couple of years back about goths and neds?

You're absolutely right' date=' Sharon. Even on the Isles of Scilly, this golden age has passed... Knickers thief banned from Scilly Stephan was told by the judge that he had stolen "particularly personal items" in breach of the trust that people on St Mary's showed by leaving their doors unlocked. He went on: "That is a trust that does not unfortunately exist on the mainland, and one that must even on St Mary's have been badly shaken by the discovery of your activities."

Greatest computer. Period. They even used Amigas to render the CGI in Babylon 5. Using only Deluxe Paint 3. (Okay, not exaclty...) They probably used Dpaint when they used them on the Krypton Factor, though. I was gutted last time I took my old A1200 down from the loft and it didn't work. At least I've got Cannon Fodder 2 to run on the Amiga emulator I've got installed in my office computer. Next stop Alien Breed. I didn't even like football and I liked Sensi Soccer. I might have to go and download that too, although I don't have a zipstick to hand, and I don't think it'd plug in to my PC even if I did. Another reason PCs are rubbish.

Utter truth. Ted's Theme is a purified rendering of the Million Dollar Man's musical signature- it speaks not only of his desire for money but also inhuman violence and blood. I'm not sure I understand, but I like the idea that you saw the show as a story. It's very easy to lose track of time telling stories- our story took a very long time to tell when we played our first gig as KLATB with the actual wheel of justice that we got audience members to spin in between songs in order to determine what song we'd play next. Kids still tell that story, even today.

So you're saying that he (and anyone else who has a principled objection to ID cards) should be frightened into accepting them? The fact that a government has introduced a law which threatens jail for non-compliance is not a moral reason for a person to obey that law- only a cowardly one. I'm not interested in these utilitarian arguments over whether the introduction of ID cards would result in a net benefit to 'society' (whatever that entity consists of)- I'd still be against them even if it could be shown that they would bring about all the 'good results' those in favour claim they will (although I share much of the scepticism expressed here). For example: for all I know it might be true that deporting all (real or suspected) Muslims would prevent further suicide bombings on British land- even if it were true it would absolutely not mean that such a thing ought to be done. (Waits for someone to completely mis-interpret that statement....) I have a bank card because I want to store money in a bank and be able to access it. I have a drivers licence because I want to have the right to drive. I have a passport because I want to be able to pass through ports. That does not mean that I ought to let myself be coerced into possessing a card that grants me the right to exist. My identity and everything which constitutes it is my property. In no sense is it or ought it to be the state's. If there is any higher power that would have a claim over my identity, it is God, if it exists. The state is not God, and I find it troubling when people perceive and accept it as such. I find it incredible that people on here that generally align themselves with the right are so enthusiastic in accepting such a Stalinist measure.

You can listen to streaming 30 second segments of each track for free. Okay, not much to develp a fully informed view on each band with, but the situation isn't exactly like you describe.

Fair dos to you both- I guess I over simplified a little, and I was under the (obviously false) impression that receiving a debit card went with having a normal bank account these days. I can indeed envisage people in modern society without debit cards- I know a few people with cash line cards who declined the offer of a regular debit card for whatever reason. I have also known such people to buy things off of the internet when they want them enough by asking a close friend, partner or ubermensch with a usable card nicely and giving them the cash. In modern society people are often obliging like that, and inconvenience is never a bar when a thing is sufficiently desired. I see it's not as easy and convenient as I thought for everyone, though. Not sure about being charged for an 89p transfer- I don't find that happens with small purchases, but my knowledge and experience of banks is limited and I'm not about to start prying into anyone's financial affairs... I also forgot to mention that the site adds on 30p handling charge per transfer. Cheeky! Anyway, I've got a bit lost as to what the objection is- is it to the concept of buying an mp3 itself, or that it's a bit inconvenient for some people to pay for it? Do you guys object to all internet sites that sell exclusive content?

Both, I would have thought. Upon listening to his Out to Hunch album I discovered that She Said was actually one of his more reasonable songs. The prominence of the female kidnap/decapitation theme in many of his songs seemed to bear some direct correlation to his apparent level of intoxication during recording. Considering that he really was a guy who lived alone with his mother in a shack, you've really got to wonder...

No one has to set up a direct debit or anything like that- you can pay for downloads in the same way you can pay for anything on the internet- with a card the same way you would buy something off of Amazon or, for added security and convenience, paypal (all you need for that is a bank account and an email address- not difficult at all). All that's involved is typing in a couple of numbers on a keyboard- other than that it's no different from using your card rather than cash to buy something in a shop. My point was that I can't think of many adults whose life is such that they in a position to be able to use the internet who don't possess a bank card and 89p of disposable income. And for children and others who don't, isn't their situation no worse here than it is for ordering anything that can't be paid for person to person with cash?

From The Times June 15, 2005 Hasil Adkins April 29, 1937 - April 26, 2005 American original and rockabilly musician notorious for his unvarnished style and eccentricities HASIL ADKINS sent a copy of each of his self-produced records to the White House. Only one president thanked him. Whether Richard Nixon was a rockabilly fan or simply the product of a polite Quaker upbringing is not known. Adkinss music is something of an acquired taste, though Nixon who knew something about sudden tape jumps may well have responded to the stop-start delivery and Adkinss habit of bringing a song to an abrupt end when he tired of it. Adkins was born to a poor family in Boone County, West Virginia, in 1937. The familys one concession to luxury was a radio. Adkins was impressed by Hank Williams Sr and decided to model himself on Hanks plangent country style. Because radio announcers never credited any other players on Williamss records, Adkins assumed that Williams must be the drummer as well and devised a system of playing drums with foot pedals as he scratched frantically at his cheap guitar. His eccentricity extended to thinking that people with the same name were the same person. He made no distinction between the bluesmen Slim Harpo and Lightnin Slim, or even between Hank Williams and Larry Williams. The same confusion marked his private life. To the end, Adkins lived in what one of his friends described as a typical three-room Appalachian shack in the middle of this beautiful wilderness. An expert mechanic and radio repair man, Adkins filled his home and yard with spare parts, including polka-dot Buicks. He had numerous skirmishes with the law, spending one period on parole after shooting up a rivals trailer in an argument over a girl. An obsessive hunter and fisherman, he lived on a diet of meat (a recurring theme in his songs), coffee and alcohol. His performances were often shambolic affairs. Adkins was either intoxicated or crippled by stage fright. He preferred to limit his shows to roadhouses in the vicinity of Madison, the Boone County seat, but after he became a cult figure in the 1980s, he was tempted to Chicago and New York. His first songs were in a raw country style but as the 1950s progressed he was drawn to the new rocknroll style which he played with a punkish intensity that later brought him to the notice of the psychobilly superstars the Cramps. They covered Adkinss song She Said in 1981, and the groups leaders, Lux Interior and Poison Ivy, signed him to their Norton Records label. Adkins had been brought to notice by Billy Miller and Miriam Linna of Kicks magazine, who recognised a genuine American original in Adkinss homemade recordings, often with owl hoots audible in the background. Playing as Hasil Adkins The One Man Band, as Haze Adkins and His Happy Guitar, and as The Wild Man, he made songs of surpassing sadness Shes Mine, Shes Gone, Shes Still Gone, Is This the End but also songs filled with references to chickens, canned meat, decapitation and engines. Norton Records released an album called Out to Hunch in 1986. The title was a reference to Adkinss fascination with an entirely imaginary dance craze called the hunch, for which he wrote a number of tunes. At the end of the 1980s he was briefly signed to the independent IRS label but it failed before anything was released and Adkins returned to Norton, who released Poultry in Motion in 1999. He also issued a set called What the Hell Was I Thinking. Hasil Adkins did not marry. Hasil Adkins, rockabilly musician, is thought to have been born on April 29, 1937. He died on April 26, 2005, aged 67.

That's a remarkably insightful and perceptive comment. I was hearing about a committee meeting they had only the other week, in which they arrived at an agreement over their collective subjective famousness, and decided that the level was such that they could no longer post on message boards. Any band member caught doing so would thereby be found guilty of lowering the band's collective impression of famousness, and thrown out as a result. Further, they blame their repeated failure to appear in Heat magazine on internet message boards.