Gaga And Klinger Separated At Birth

I don't care for Lady Gaga's music, or any of the other commercial shite doing the rounds right now, but watching her Poker Face video the other night I couldn't believe how much she looks like Corporal Maxwell Klinger from Mash. At least Klinger had talent and better dress sense.

Ronald Jenkees: The New King Of Pop

First Farrah Fawcett, then Ed McMahon and now the King Of Pop Michael Jackson. There really is something rather spooky about this unwritten rule of celebrity deaths happening in clusters of three.
As Jacko's fans whip themselves up into a frothing, hysterical orgy of grief its apparent that the star's sudden demise leaves an opening for some new pretender to take over the mantle of King Of Pop and we think we've found the right cat.
Ronald Jenkees might look like the estranged son of Eric Morecombe but the kid has mad skillz when it comes to making music. Check out this tight little jam as Jenkees blazes a trail.

Brooke Hogan Is Classy

Album art can either make or break the sale of a band's latest endeavour. Through the ages there have been some classics, which in fairness have been more memorable than the songs and some have been downright awful, which neatly links us to this fucking eyesore.

Hulk Hogan's mega rich daughter is a tad confused as to what to do with her life, so just like all the other rich kids in America she's launched a pop career and here is the artwork for her second album. As you can see Brooke has plumped for a cover which would look more at home if it had been airbrushed onto the side of a Californian paedophile's converted van or the bonnet of some mid-life crisis suffering 65 year-old's Trans Am. Not to mention the fact that she obviously sees herself as some hybrid belly dancing angel with white hair? Classy, subtle, understated, just like her vest wearing, perma-tanned old man.

Happy Birthday Eddy Grant

The reggae superstar, (Give Me Hope Joanna, I Don't Want To Dance), is 61 today and here's one of his greatest hits to get you through today. I remember first hearing Electric Avenue when I was a wee boy running around in short trousers and everytime I hear it now, it reminds me of care-free summers, sunburnt arms and necks and riding about the streets on my BMX. Good times, good times.

Make A Break, Make A Move

It's Tuesday which means Friday is still a long way off. Here's an old skool tune to speed things up a bit.