El stone roses
Rumours of new tunes. And thank fuck it wasn't to be. Because this is all starting to seem more PR agency marketing bullshit than the subversive spectacle of four unemployed lads dicking about the city. When TopShop begin tweeting about you, as per on Friday in regards to the Roses rumours, then you know the game is up.
With regards to actual tunes, I'm not going to lie, I'd love nothing more than to hear some, as per Reni, 'new stuffs'. Hearing the Roses debut for the first time was unlike anything else I have ever experienced, a feeling of pure, unbridled liberation at a time in my life when I really needed it, and was one of those precious moments of indefinable musical glory: where you come out of a tune reborn, a different person to the one who went in.
Anything that offers even a slither of hope that this feeling can be replicated, or even bettered, is something which I obviously find very hard to dismiss. Which is why I was just another dude on twitter on Friday, searching for "stone roses" tweet updates and fragments of gossip practically every 10 minutes. Because the thought of having another collection of those crackling, revolutionary (in every sense of the word) tunes to fawn and cry over, to devour and inhale into the hidden chambers and running tunnels of the heart is simply too much to ignore, regardless of how much of a poisoned chalice, or of course, 'fools gold' this idea is in reality.
With regards to actual tunes, I'm not going to lie, I'd love nothing more than to hear some, as per Reni, 'new stuffs'. Hearing the Roses debut for the first time was unlike anything else I have ever experienced, a feeling of pure, unbridled liberation at a time in my life when I really needed it, and was one of those precious moments of indefinable musical glory: where you come out of a tune reborn, a different person to the one who went in.
Anything that offers even a slither of hope that this feeling can be replicated, or even bettered, is something which I obviously find very hard to dismiss. Which is why I was just another dude on twitter on Friday, searching for "stone roses" tweet updates and fragments of gossip practically every 10 minutes. Because the thought of having another collection of those crackling, revolutionary (in every sense of the word) tunes to fawn and cry over, to devour and inhale into the hidden chambers and running tunnels of the heart is simply too much to ignore, regardless of how much of a poisoned chalice, or of course, 'fools gold' this idea is in reality.
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