I don’t know what it is, but whenever I hear All Saints or Sugababes I feel grimy. That whole harmonising sexy girls with lip gloss thing from the 90s just made me feel…uncomfortable and grimy.
Perhaps it’s me.
I wouldn’t say I was overtly prudish in any way – hey if you like that kind of thing that’s just fine but leave me alone with my fish fingers and lettuces – just the whole aesthetic – the videos with their soft focus close ups, the close mic-singing with ASMR, the needy clingy lyrics sung with vocal fry – it just makes me feel uneasy, at risk – like I’m being preyed on, stalked or trapped in a room with a over enthusiastic nymphomaniac who won’t take no for an answer. Perhaps I over analyse these things but I’m 100% certain that if the aesthetic was reversed there would be stern letters written to the police and I don’t mean Gordon Sumner and his pals.
All Saints by All Saints is the British girl band’s first album – released roughly around the time that the Spice Girls were menacing music and popular culture around the world – was seen as strong. The line-up then was Mel Blatt, Shaznay Lewis and the Appleton sisters Natalie and Nicole, founding member Simone Rainford having left the band by the time the album was launched. Later, the band would go on to release four other albums with mixed success, the difficult second album Saints & Sinners reaching number 1 in the UK album charts.
At the height of their popularity It was fairly difficult to watch or listen to any public service broadcast without seeing the girls, in various revealing modes of dress, promoting their works. Typical to bands of their ilk differences of opinion, changes in direction, solo work and intense public glare – especially from grimy sleazy toilet paper tabloids – lead to fractures. Four splits and three reunions culminated in one final album (to date) and tour with their male counterparts, Westlife.
I’ve no idea why this album is in my library. I guess there’s a couple of songs on it that summon me back to the noughties. But Jeez, noughties music was bollocks wasn’t it?


In 1994, I went to the Liverpool ABC cinema in Lime Street to kill a couple of hours I had spare. As I took my seat in the empty theatre, little did I know that I was about to be subjected to an amazing rollercoaster of a film. Pulp Fiction hit me like a train. To me, this was a new style of film, a new director to follow and a soundtrack that would fill that period of my life with music. So when Tarantino’s followup was the 1997 film, Jackie Brown, I was hoping that it too would renew the tarnished soundscape of my life.
Mrs Gnomepants V1.0 is the keeper of this album of which I have a digital rip. Weirdly, and possibly because of you know “internet downloading”, I appear to have a fusion of two versions of this album: the original 1998 CD rip and the 2003 Special Edition.
When I was studying for an A Level in Music Performance my old college friend Min decided that rock guitar was “so last year” and turned his guitar playing skills from the electric to the classical guitar. I have to say, he was bloody good at both.
semi-successes of corporate-goth bands like Evanescence. Unremarkable, goth themed performers singing grungy devil worship innuendo laden lyrics while also providing music for the occasional occult themed movie soundtrack.
Years ago, before it was ruined by Spotify I used
The second of the three Bettie Serveert albums in the music project.


