The Photogenic Guys Are Back...

Stuart, the one who does not have a gay brother, and dances like a feather.


Stevie, the one whose girlfriends are stolen by Stuart.


Sarah, the one who preffered to stay at home instead of wearing a dress for the telly.


Richard, the one who does not know how is to be a rockstar.


Mick, the one who thinks 'blue eyes' is a good nickname for a man.


Chris, the tiny but tall veggie, who's also a good cooker.


Bob, the most handsome musician in indie music.

All together have produced, and about to release, their latest work: The Life Pursuit. B&S has not been absent as you might think. They did a tour after Dear Catastrophe Waitress, and when it came to an end, they continue doing presentations and small gigs in the United Kingdom, as a band and solo performances... In fact, they released Push Barman To Open Old Wounds, a recopilatory album where you can find the most significant singles published by their old label, Matador Records. Also, they edited If You're Feeling Sinister: Live At The Barbican, a live album that came out on december 2005, to make the wait a little less desperate. Now, the new album is already in some place of the cyberspace, and has been downloaded for hundreds of people. At least I knew a few. Despite of this, the album will be in stores in a week or two, can't remember the exact date. Regarding the tour, it seems that they are not coming to San Diego, since the dates for this tour have been posted last week, and it's not on the list. The nearest venue will be Los Angeles. Let's see what I can do, or 'we', since Supereit almost cried when reading the news... jeje.

Lyrics are kool and interesting as always. I know Stuart is not the only lyricist in the band, but most of their work belongs to him. And gosh, I love his stories... Here a little taste of the new material:

The Blues are Still Blue

Look at the kid from school
He’s teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool
He’s changing fashion, the way he dress
The tracksuits are old, and the hoody’s way too moody
For a kid with the will to funk
He dances in secret; he’s a part-time punk

She’s getting off the plane
She wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged
The kids fighting up the lane
Shop lifting, just drifting
Like The Switchblade And The Cross
But if there’s trouble she’s got the moves
She’s taking an elementary class in Kung fu

I left my washing in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my washing
The black will be grey and the white will be grey
But the blues are still blue

I’m crying out for my mum
If the malady don’t go away we’re in a little trouble
With the boss of the company
I’m a singer, a swinger I’m a layabout but laying on
The dock in the lazy sun
Will never quite relegate me to a bum

I left my lady in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my lady
The black will be white and the white will be black
But The Blues Are Still Blue

Baby, I love your face
I’ve been creeping round this town because…
Well, creeping’s just my way
But with a little wink I’ll be there
I’ll be excited for a week, but then excitement starts to fade
I know your young, but you’re out of touch
You’re French, your vocabulary’s not quite formed

I left my homework in the launderette
I got a letter from my mamma which my stoopid dog has ate
I hid behind the fence
Here comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog
He’s not making much sense

I left my lady in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my lady
The black will be white and the white will be black
But the blues are still blue…

Little Masochist.

Pd. La camaradería ha muerto.