Rioters keeping rioting, looters keep looting, haters keep hating, campers keep camping.

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Saturday 6th August 2011. This date holds some significance to me for two reasons, it was the day that my youth group came back from week away camping, and it was also the day a part of English society decided to rear it’s ugly head.

It only feels like yesterday when I last wrote an article trying to promote a good name for youths across the country. Not much has changed to be honest, and with the events of the last week or so, you could arguably say it’s gotten worse. The young population has never seemed to stand in good stead with the older generation, but it is getting harder to defend them with the rioting that has occurred across the country. With the rioting slowly coming to an end and over 1,500 arrests later, there are still questions to be answered about the motives of the riots and who exactly the rioters are. It is no wonder that many people are pointing the finger of blame towards adolescents, with near on 70% of the guilty aged under 24.

Unfortunately, the easiest thing with an age group is to generalise, and so every young person is getting painted with the same brush, being labelled everything under the sun. Some children might even think that they have to give a customary smile to every passer-by to ensure that they don’t live in fear that the kid doesn’t mug them. Okay, so maybe it hasn’t got to that stage but people’s perception of youngsters in some areas seems to be escalating that way.

It’s weird that at one end of the spectrum you’ve got young people breaking into shops, bringing home whatever they can carry whilst setting off the odd petrol bomb. Then at the opposite end my youth group are happily making the journey home from a week filled with wet, messy and adventurous activities. I guess you could call these the two faces of life amongst youths. More often than not though it is the ugly side that hits the headlines and what everyone sees on a daily basis. Not many people would be too fussed about reading a news article on a pleasant camping trip that ran smoothly. Stories jam-packed with drama are what make the front page and even though people love to read about it, they would always choose a life free from drama.

I’d imagine all parents would rather seeing their children throwing water balloons instead of bricks through windows, and hurling themselves down a water slide instead of running into burning buildings in order to thieve the latest tv. Even singing round a campfire seems light years away from chanting “hate the police” from the other end of a street but it is two different “activities” that have been undertaken by different sets of young people within the space of a few days.
Of course, I think everyone would love to pack their kids off for a week each summer to experience things like climbing, rafting, mountain boarding, water fights and high ropes courses in the glorious sunshine, but clearly life isn’t that simple. You will always get youths playing hell and tarring their generation’s name, and unfortunately that will always be a stain on society, but all we can do is try and minimise it.

A lot of people are also bemoaning the lack of discipline within society these days, such as not being able to smack your children anymore or policemen not being allowed to give a kid a traditional clip round the ear. I’m not promoting these practices but if children learn that they can’t be touched and have more of a right than previous generations then that’s got to be a powerful tool to have. I don’t think things will ever revert to how they were, but parents and respected figures of the community alike will have to reinvent new ways of keeping kids in check to stop anything like the England riots happening again.

So, a year on since my last article on this topic, and youths still take the blame. All youths are scapegoats. It’s no surprise really but until there’s a lengthy period of no fiascos or dramas then those haters will keep hating.

I say, Royal Ascot is upon us, jolly good show!

The British social summer calendar is jam-packed with sporting events that both wealthy and working class people lick their lips at the thought of. The Wimbledon Tennis Championships, Henley-on-Thames Regatta, the sailing week at Cowes on the Isle Of Wight and next year London makes the Summer Olympic Games it’s own; all these occasions seem to roll off the tongue when mentioned while one tries to plan one’s summer programme.

Royal Ascot is another name that fits seamlessly into that list of classic British summer events. Everything about it just oozes British-ness: the fashion, the fine dining and just the fact that the Royal family turn up year upon year. This is to such an extent that racing sometimes doesn’t bear the main focus anymore, with the attention on the attendees, the Queen and of course, what everyone is wearing.

Even though the dress code is strict at Ascot, people have a huge appetite for wearing head-turning outfits, with a sea of elaborate fascinators and top hats on show every day of the week. It’s almost as if it’s a contest in it’s own right, and with the Royal wedding still fresh in the memory Kate Middleton has ensured that dresses and traditional fashion at Ascot has become all the rage, making sure that the competition is a healthy one. However posh frocks and smart suits can sometimes only be a disguise for a spot of good old British hooliganism after a few drinks, with one fight making the headlines of many national newspapers.

Royal Ascot has such a rich heritage, with much of it connected to royalty, and with the event having celebrated it’s 300th anniversary this year, it has ranked highly amongst British culture for a long time. After Queen Anne thought the heathland near Windsor Palace would be a perfect place for racing three centuries ago, the event has gone from strength to strength, with 300,000 people making the trip to Berkshire this year. Some racegoers only attend so they can rub shoulders with the likes of Prince Harry and Prince Charles, with the royal family epitomising British charm and aristocracy.

Royal Ascot has always been a quintessentially British event, one of the premiere events of the social calendar each summer. While the fashion, the food, the racing and even the odd bet make perfect ingredients for a traditionally British occasion, it is the Royal family that runs through the veins of Ascot week.

Astonbury, Arab weddings and artist passes.

Any music fanatic will tell you that one of their biggest dreams would be to spend a whole day backstage at a major festival with all the biggest and most promising bands around. Last Saturday, I did just that. Well, not quite.

My sister’s boyfriend’s band got a place on the main stage of Astonbury last weekend, a music festival that is organised by Aston Student’s Guild, the Student’s Union of Aston University. It is primarily held on a Saturday in early June, and has in the past attracted acts such as Taio Cruz, The Futureheads, Zane Lowe, Chipmunk and Mr Hudson. This year promised to be the biggest yet since it’s inception in 2007, with it playing host to talent such as Devlin, Zane Lowe, Yasmin, The View and of course Bracknell’s very own Hey! I’m A Moviestar (H!IAMS).

However, before any festival feelings could be experienced, the arduous two hour trip down the M40 awaited. I must say, when I imagined a tour bus, a joint effort by a Nissan Micra and a Volkswagen Polo never sprang to mind. Saying this, if we all piled onto a giant tour bus or van, I don’t think we would have had endless fun greeting each other with various gestures and hand signals (not all of them were friendly) as we sped along the motorway in the glorious sunshine.

We discovered our trusty AA route planner, still warm from being printed off at the last minute, only took us as far as Birmingham City Centre, and so another hour ensued of us traipsing through the busy metropolis. Along this wild goose chase, we ended up several times perilously close to ditching the festival for Cadbury World, even if it was only for the promise of a few chocolate bars.

In one particular high street of Birmingham, you could forgive yourself for believing you were in New Delhi, with Indian supermarkets, chemists, clothes stores and even a tattoo shop dominating the urban landscape. We even witnessed an Arab wedding taking place on the side of the road, with screaming fireworks being set off only metres from pedestrians and cars. God knows why the police were there if they were just allowing sparks to fly dangerously close to children. Maybe they were just admiring the convoy of five white sports cars that were also in attendance, which we had earlier seen been filmed as part of the wedding film, or so I presume. It would have been fine if the sports cars had been filmed speeding off in the distance like standard procedure, but instead were recorded at what can only be described as a snail’s pace. This sent traffic into gridlock, with the group completely oblivious, even occasionally asking us to slow done to ensure they got the shot in without us in it!

So all this mayhem in the town they nickname “Brum” led us to turning up a couple of hours later than expected, but still having a healthy amount of time before H!IAMS were on stage. Have no fear, we were greeted with our very own VIP suite, complete with refreshments. Okay, that may be a small lie. It looked more like a classroom, coupled with a few multipacks of fizzy pop, but I think we were all glad for the shelter from the rain.

Of course, to gain access to such privileges we had to flash our VIP/artist passes to the rather mean looking security guards, but it couldn’t go smoothly as that could it? Definitely not, as within minutes of being given my VIP pass I seem to misplace it. As they always say though, every cloud has a silver lining, as I was immediately bumped up to “artist”. Complete with carrying one of the band’s guitars, I even took half a glance over my shoulder to check if any paparazzi were creeping up behind me. I was even preparing myself for floods of people coming up to me asking for autographs or asking me which band I was with. On second thoughts, I don’t think my original plan to tell them I was with the Black Eyed Peas would have quite come off, not too sure I have the right characteristics to be Will.I.Am.

So, after all these trials and tribulations, it was time for what we came for, H!IAMS’ set on the main stage at Astonbury stage. Even if it wasn’t to the 3,000 people that had been expected to turn up, still the band showcased their music to people they’d never played to before, potentially widening their fanbase. Even with the sparse crowd I feel they got the warm reception they deserved, and as I scanned the area around me, it made me aware that people were getting into the music, especially appreciating their new single, The Midnight Rendezvous.

Alas, we didn’t stay on for the rest of the festival, otherwise with our new found VIP status many wonderful things could have been achieved, such as grabbing a cup of tea with Devlin, or playing Monopoly with Zane Lowe. Just for a bit though, for that half a day, H!IAMS could have pretended they were in the big time, I could have pretended to be someone very important and Astonbury could have met their new favourite band. It is these kinds of moments that make life rather interesting, and at the very least it will have spurred on Hey! I’m A Moviestar with their career. Although the incident involving the fireworks at the wedding made me fear for my life instead of cherish it.

Just to end on an extremely light-hearted note, the BBQ at Astonbury provided me with the best chicken burgers I’ve ever tasted, so if you’re not going there for the music, at least go there for the meat!



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False Priority- The Time Is Now

When people think of Bracknell, they think of it as the place where the MET Office used to be, or the proud holder of the town with the highest teenage pregnancy rate in the UK. It’s even remembered for having the most rug or bed shops in one area, with Carpet Right and DFS seemingly dominating retail parks across the borough.

However soon, after the emergence of bands such as Streetfight Silence, Hey! I’m A Moviestar and recently Sundown, Bracknell might soon be more famous for producing promising musical talent. False Priority are another band who are also hoping to make the grade, and in a bid to reach that goal they released their debut LP just over a week ago.

Entitled ‘The Time Is Now’, False Priority’s debut record has only been released after two live performances, and many would suggest this is far too early for any band to think about releasing any material. For a band that have only been together for a short while you would expect the songs to be raw and unrefined, and that’s exactly what you get with False Priority.

However, that is no bad thing. With the first song sharing the title of the EP, the band kicks off by proclaiming that “the time is now for a brand new day” and that “it seems our time has come, it seems we’ve been waiting for so long”. With the band seemingly insistent that they are ready for the big time, their title song sends out a message of purpose. This song got me hearing echoes of Greenday back in their early days, around the releases of Dookie and Insomniac. In fact you get this feeling throughout the whole album, and it is clear to see that Greenday have been big influences on False Priority.

A lot of their songs have dark lyrics, with ‘Dear Diary’ being a song full of confessions about messing up in the past. Other songs seem to follow suit, with ‘In My Eyes’ cursing the loss of a friend, with Connor Langham, the lead singer, announcing that “it’s not great to be me”. Musically though, the songs are good, with ‘In My Eyes’ serving up a great guitar solo, while ‘Dear Diary’, the slowest song on the album, serving as a great reprieve from the other, much heavier songs.

The theme of dark thoughts and bad feelings seems to be continuous throughout their EP, and while it does lead to some neat lyrics and good riffs such as in ‘Cold As Summer’, it would have been more pleasant to see some more upbeat tracks with feel-good lyrics. I feel if False Priority add a few more light-hearted songs into the mix for their next release, it will be seen as a much mature effort with a better reception, especially as cheerful music is welcomed more by most people.

On a lighter tone, it must be noted that this album is not suitable for vegetarians, as their last song ‘We Like Poultry’ involves the boys chanting meat-eating references. This is a hidden track at the end of ‘Lay The Waste’, and definitely stands out as a much more positive and tongue-in-cheek effort to the rest of the songs on the album.

Overall ‘The Time Is Now’ is an unrefined piece by False Priority, but I find it’s also undefined as well. The rawness is great to see, with the band demonstrating great use of guitars and drums throughout the album. Some impressive riffs and guitar solos really do bump up the quality of their music, and this is very promising in terms of future releases from the band.

However, I feel the band are yet to find themselves within their music, but that is expected with a band at such an early stage in their careers. They need to define themselves; this way they’ll write songs about anything and everything and not just about bad memories and troubling times. Once False Priority develop their own character and in turn their own unique music I have no doubts that they will have any problems in conveying a brighter message to their fans, and also even better music to what they’re producing now.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great effort from the boys, but as they discover and develop their own musical sound, their music will simultaneously grow in quality.

Please purchase this album, and even if you don’t, remember the name False Priority and come back at the end of the year, and I bet you’ll be pleasantly surprised.




False Priority’s debut EP ‘The Time Is Now’ is on sale now for £3. If you’re interested in purchasing a copy, please contact the boys through their Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/False-Priority/126644747401144

Alternatively, you can also visit their Myspace page: www.myspace.com/falsepriority

Smoking? You must be joking...

Rewind to less than four years ago. People were able to smoke in pubs, bars, on a bus, pretty much anywhere they chose to. Lighting up was a common occurrence in most places you went, and you would almost always expect a smoky atmosphere as you enter the room. However, in England on 1st July 2007, smoking in public areas was banned. Since then it has been confined to designated smoking areas when smoking is practiced in public areas in order not to spoil the welfare of non-smokers.

Fast forwarding to the present day, the government have stamped their authority by banning the display of cigarettes and tobacco on show. Announced only a few days ago, this will come into force as early as next year for the large supermarkets and not until 2015 for the smaller shops and convenience stores. This is part of the big crackdown by the government to try and reduce the number of people smoking across the country, and also stifle others from taking up the habit.

However, will it go up in smoke? The smoking ban 4 years ago has not made a significant impact on levels of smokers in the UK, but it did serve a slightly different purpose, to battle the threat of passive smoking. In that sense it was successful, with non-smokers being able to enjoy their nights out more without absorbing the cigarette smoke that lingers in the vicinity.

Currently just over a fifth of adults smoke in the UK, a figure which has been levelling off in recent years, after dramatic drops between 1974 and 2001 from 45% to below 25%. The aim of this new measure is to reduce smoking numbers from 21.2% to 18.5% within the next 5 years, with a particular focus on the under-age and women who are pregnant.

On the face of it, this fresh law doesn’t appear to be able to make the significant impact that ministers clearly want it to do. Regular smokers already know the brand of cigarettes they’ll be purchasing before they even enter the shop, without needing a big display to remind them. Couple this with a teenager’s biggest enemy, peer pressure, and the cigarette kiosks in supermarkets and corner shops alike do not really seem to affect a person’s intentions on whether they want to smoke or not.

However, I can see the potential effect the ban could have, as well as the shortcomings. For example, the sight of tobacco would not be imposed on anyone, especially the younger generation, who are more likely to try new things. I can definitely see the attraction of cigarette displays to teenagers, with the layout of the brightly coloured array of boxes being striking, somewhat like an old-fashioned sweet shop. Plus, without the magnetism of such displays, younger children would be less likely to develop a mindset of wanting to try them if cigarette’s commercial muscle wasn’t imposed upon them. There is something much more daunting about having to ask the cashier about what cigarettes there are on offer, than to just simply pick a well known brand out of the crowd of packets and buy them.

Attitudes within the country have changed dramatically since the 1950s where posters could be seen everywhere of glamorous girls taking a drag of a cigarette, promoting smoking as a very fashionable habit. Back then, 8 out of 10 men smoked. However now the worrying statistic is attributed to 15 year olds, as whilst it’s illegal to purchase tobacco at that age, 1 in 7 still say they smoke on a regular basis. Since the 1950s we have all become more health-conscious of the effects of smoking, and this can be accounted for in the decline of smokers, yet there is still an element of “coolness” surrounding smoking amongst some young people.

The government are also considering a proposal for all cigarettes to be sold in plain packets, in an effort to try and dull down their appearance. This would of course make cigarettes a more boring prospect to teenagers, making them less likely to buy some. It may not make such a telling impact on the regulars though. Even though the familiar colours of each brand will disappear, brand attachment will mean smokers won’t necessarily give up just because their cigarettes aren’t in the beloved gold packet they fell in love with.

Research in other countries who have employed similar laws have shown promising results such as in Canada, where one area reported a drop of around a quarter of smoking teenagers five years after a below-the-counter law was enforced. So while there is both evidence for teenagers giving up with the removal of advertising, it’s also synonymous that younger people are far less likely to take up smoking in New Zealand due to the removal of cigarette displays.

Year after year the government wages war against smoking and this latest ban could have the potential to stub out interest in smoking amongst teenagers. While the effect on regular smokers seems minimal, the government are focusing on the younger generation, and I think if less and less teenagers are not overawed by the sight of cigarettes then you’ll see a drop in numbers of them taking up smoking. However, it may not be as big a drop as ministers will be hoping it is. People are more liable to smoke if the majority of their friends already do so, and this type of conformity has a much larger effect than cigarette displays. Whereas people are less likely to take up smoking if none of the people they socialise with do, meaning they would feel alienated having to go outside for a cigarette on their own.

I’m not sure what the impact of this new law against smoking will be, especially amongst older people, but it could shape the next generation’s mindset into something more smoke-free. It may take a lot longer than five years to see the direct effect of the ban, with younger people not reminded of cigarettes every time they walk into their local shop. There has definitely been a mixed reaction about this ruling and mixed fortunes seem to be the predicted outcome, so it seems the chances of success will be close, but no cigar.

Rude service or slow service?

Having a shower is a wonderful thing. Why, you may ask? Well apart from supplying a platform for us all to scrub up on our personal hygiene, making sure it’s in pristine condition, it provides us with an opportunity for some quality thinking time.

I’ve always wondered why showering sometimes seems to be the best time for contemplating things or coming up with crazy ideas. Maybe it’s the fact that having a shower in the morning symbolises a new start, a new beginning. Or it’s possibly because that washing yourself in the morning is such an easy process, it frees up your mind for other things. Even the simple idea that you’re usually on your own with no distractions is plausible, but no one really has a definite answer as to why showering improves thought.

Not even Einstein himself drafted a thesis entitled “Showering= Better Concentration + Thought²”, but what he did do was promote similar habits as ways of dreaming up inventions, tactics, plans or even this article topic. He claimed that some of his scientific ideas came about while shaving, and word has it he only shaved with a razor and water, so maybe it’s about time we all ditched the shaving cream. Maybe then we’d have more groundbreaking equations to accompany “E=MC²”, but also a smaller fanbase for “Movember” too. Whatever possesses these activities to lead us deep into thought is dumbfounding, but what I do know is that a shower a couple of days ago supplied me with the topic of this article.

While I was exfoliating, I began to think of places that I had been recently, a restaurant, the cinema and even the local supermarket. Even though in the majority of these places we get pleasant, or on the odd occasion, outstanding service, my recollection of these trips led me to ask myself that if the situation arose, would I prefer rude service, or slow service?

My quick assumption at the time was that it depends on where you are. I guess what I’m trying to say is that who would want slow service in a taxi? Even though rude service is dreadful at the best of times, I think I’d rather have a cab driver say how my striped shirt makes me look fatter than miss my appointment at the dentist, or worse still, free entry to Liquid. Okay, so maybe some stranger commenting on how your girlfriend’s skirt should be shorter isn’t the most ideal of situations, but I figure that the less time you spend in the car then the less remarks you’ll have to put up with. I’m not saying taxi services hire people such as these, but taxi companies hardly pride themselves on travelling slowly, yet brand themselves as “we’re the fastest in the business”.

The same cannot be said for restaurants, however. Think about it, you reach the age-old predicament of having a fly in your soup, so you call over the waiter, expecting him to resolve the issue. What really happens though is he turns to you with a face of thunder and says “So what?”, and prompts you to carry on sipping, as if it’s a standard bushtucker trial. I think I speak for most people when I say I’d rather wait longer for my meal than potentially experience what I just described.

Slower service at food outlets can have obvious benefits too, such as spending longer to get to know someone on a first date, or if you’re particularly indecisive, having more time to choose what you want to eat. Maybe you won’t ever get a fly in your soup, but snappiness is a common trait found in rude staff. Even staff who simply just left their manners at home and forgot their “P’s and Q’s” are not appreciated and not welcomed by diners. Unless you’re waiting into the next morning for your bruschetta topped with tomato and basil, slower service is normally not noticeable and so in comparison with rude service, it would not be frowned upon.

Paying at a till in a supermarket was where I came a bit unstuck. I found it a bit of a grey area as to what I’d prefer to the obvious good service if for some reason it went missing. I thought about it and drew the conclusion that if I was in the queue waiting to be served I’d rather rude service was given and not slow service. Then again I wouldn’t want to be a victim of the rude service itself while I was packing away my potato smiley faces and pink toilet roll. So maybe we could all sacrifice a little extra time to spare us from being abused for not having our loyalty card or bringing a few bags to reuse. All in all, I found choosing between rude or slow service in a supermarket pretty difficult. However I think slow service would come out on top, as rude service with someone who has friendly assistance drilled into them would be shocking, if not despicable.

There are many more occasions where we could all become casualties of rude or slow service, and while we all kid ourselves into thinking the next meal or next week’s shop will go as smoothly as we plan it, the reality is that it might well not. Tomorrow morning’s train conductor might spend an eternity figuring out whether you’re eligible for young person’s discount, or the lady in the cinema might laugh at you when you order two tickets for you and your mother to see the next instalment of Camp Rock. Okay, so if you’re an 18 year old male the last example may just about be deserved but I know I wouldn’t like to be told “tough luck” to my favourite channel not being available on the new Sky package, especially if their reputation is based on “believing in better”.

This little insight into poor service has just made me appreciate good service a little more, but distinguish that it depends on the situation as to whether you’d rather be treated with rudeness or slowness, if it came to it. It’s a question I feel I wanted to answer, because I think if you haven’t experienced bad service in any form then you will, because everyone does. Obviously there isn’t a little button where you can switch between different types of bad service, or even to good service, but as long as you’re not expecting impeccable assistance then at least you’re prepared for some slackness.

Anyway, I feel I’ve waited long enough for the water to warm up, it’s time to get ready for another shower of ideas...

Midnight Rendezvous at Cellar Bar

I must admit, I hadn’t attended a gig at Cellar Bar since my school days, so as I bought my ticket I began to wonder if I had forgotten what an intimate local gig was like. That’s probably one of the main reasons as to why I was looking forward to this concert, as I always feel that with arenas you don’t get the same connection with the band. However, seeing bands that quite possibly grew up a couple of streets from you blossom in front of your very eyes, and ears, adds another dimension to a local gig. Nevertheless, the night was not about me, but about three promising acts.

My friend and I entered during the middle of the first band, Countdown to Hollywood, and whilst everyone was still getting settled there was still a friendly atmosphere throughout the venue. Countdown to Hollywood started off the evening in a relaxed manner with a mellow set, with lead singer Mollie Carter’s vocals carrying an emotional feel, one that reflected the nature of her band’s songs. Plus, they covered Starry Eyed by Ellie Goulding, one of my favourite artists at the minute, so this must surely score some brownie points.

Next up were False Priority, and if Countdown To Hollywood had settled the crowd with their music, then False Priority grabbed the audience by the scruff of the neck and shook them back up. With crashing drums and a heavy bassline, False Priority seemed intent on waking up the crowd from their comfortable slumber. They label themselves as a heavy rock/ punk rock three piece, and it was clear throughout their set that they were intent on getting their brand of music across to the audience, only pausing for breath in the slower Dear Diary.


After these two acts the stage had been set for the headline band, Hey! I’m A Moviestar, who were using the evening as a release show for their first ever single, Midnight Rendezvous. You could tell this was a special evening for the group, and their single could be seen as a symbol of the progress they have made in the near on two years they have been together. As they launched into their first song, it was clear to see that the band had branched out from their Blink 182 roots, and while the influences are still there it feels more like their own sound.

This is obvious when they play debut single Midnight Rendezvous, where the pulsating rhythm throughout grasped the crowd’s attention, and not even Tom Delonge was in sight. The trio seemed to synonymously grow in confidence with the crowd, as the more the audience gave feedback the more this reflected in how comfortable the band seemed to be. In the B-Side to their single, Better Than You Know, Hey! I’m A Moviestar displayed a more punky edge, with the gripping guitar riff reverberating around the venue. They are held in such high regard that even the bassist got chants of “I love you Scott!” shouted at him during the set, so he, along with his other bandmates Matt and Russ, proceed to give them what they wanted, more songs from their repertoire. So, you may be wondering how many singles Hey! I’m A Moviestar actually sold over the course of the evening? Every last one of them is now proudly sitting amongst someone’s CD collection, and I think that speaks volumes for an up-and-coming band that clearly have a bright future ahead of them.

I feel if they progress the way they are going, keep developing their own sound and producing more music that reflects this then I’m sure there’ll be more nights like the one at Cellar Bar last weekend. This goes for the other bands, as that night I witnessed three promising bands who can make great music. So in other words, I hope that you all attend a midnight rendezvous with Hey! I’m A Moviestar, Countdown To Hollywood and False Priority soon enough, and trust me, they’ll be better than you know...

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