DIM: and the answer is...

Hello! I am here! I wrote something FTZ. Well, I wrote two things. You can vote on which is the least coherent. If like thirty people vote then I might give someone some of this Tesco's Dark Chocolate. It's not so nice. Sorry but I am going to be going Away again tomorrow, for a week. Fret not. I will zine hard.

The first thing I wrote was a review of the theme music for the BBC's coverage of the 2008 Olympics which are going on still, I think, in China.

It is bleepy. You do not hear it for very long so you cannot do the music journalist thing of re-listening to it forever until someone from the internet pops up to tell you what yr. opinion should be. It is better than some really old classical piece aimed to give the Sporting Event an elegant feel. It is typical of the BBC's animated children's television and sporting adverts of late. It sounds like Crystal Castles if one of Crystal Castles was called Jimmy. It is more suited to the Olympics than, to say, GCSE Bitesize revision game webiste thing adverts. Which you can never find when you go on the website. Which I will never go on again because my GCSEs are so over today, today I got y results, I even attained an A grade for my superfluous efforts in Latin. I did well like the British cyclists. I hope I am not feeling pride (please don't call me racist).

Then I wrote something about Mirah but Scout Niblett sort of butted into it as well because I was listening to Scout Niblett. This is Scout Niblett:

She is fantastic. I might write something else about Mirah, like proper Reviews of her and all. Then she can go on the cover.

Mirah vs Scout Niblett

One could accuse both Mirah and Scout Niblett of sorcery. Scout Niblett has got it down. She even sings "thine" instead of the plain "yr.". Mirah's got something too, and I recall finding Body Below reminiscent of Gowns, Recommendations of Casiotone For The Painfully Alone (if female) and selected other moments as cold and yet as warmly majestic as Björk. Scout Niblett doesn't hold herself in so much. Hear "Baby Emma". She sings: "Do what you will, supposed outsiders of my soul". I am thinking of the three albums I have. Mirah's C'mon Miracle, Mirah's Advisory Committee and Scout Niblett's This Fool Can Die Now.

Mirah occupies more of the outsider role. Her name is less heavy than Ed Harcourt's. Ed went to school with my Latin teacher. I was the only person in my class to know who he was. Then, even I wouldn't've known Mirah. Maybe this ignorance caused my Latin teacher to run off to Australia with my old English teacher. Either way, he left, and I got an A in Latin. It's all worked out just fine. (An A in Latin is nearly a miracle). With album covers like Mirah's for these two albums (I had to Google-image-search them because Abby put them on to one disc for me, but don't worry because I told Mirah and Sony BMG about this and they were really cool) you can tell instantly that either she's wholly worthwhile and that you can listen to her with great pleasure - or that her music is cruddy and little. I think it is the former. Mirah 3 - 2 Prinzhorn Dance School. (Björk 19 - 17 The Fall).

Is that the very Prince himself I hear? Scout Niblett gets in all the right places, I mean, her album cover shouts "Devendra Banhart But With Awe Due". Her indie musicianship ties in perfectly with being photographed with Steve Gullick. In the pack of cards her dimensions are all askew and she STICKS OUT.