Well, that was 2004. Okay, there are a couple more weeks to go but face it; the world’s just going to be pissed/hibernating/in Mexico for the rest of the year. So I hereby present my Review of the Year, in which I look back at all the great things that have gone down. Except me – I’m guessing you don’t want to hear about my sex life.
For the Top 40 singles of the year, look no further than here. Here are the five greatest albums of the year:
- The Libertines – The Libertines
- The Streets – A Grand Don’t Come For Free
- Dogs Die In Hot Cars – Please Describe Yourself
- Franz Ferdinand – Franz Ferdinand
- Razorlight – Up All Night
I suggest you buy them all. That said, there was a hell of a lot of other great stuff produced this year from the Killers, the Zutons, the Ordinary Boys, Morrissey, Graham Coxon, Goldie Lookin’ Chain, N*E*R*D and Jimmy Eat World. And some new acts emerged to watch out for next year like Babyshambles, Bloc Party, the Futureheads and the Kaiser Chiefs.
Craziest of all, there was some really good non-indie – i.e. pop – music out this year. Scissor Sisters, Maroon 5, Kelis and the Black Eyed Peas are so annoyingly catchy, despite my attempts to dismiss them.
There were plenty of half-decent films out but few truly great ones. A glut of comedies, from the Stiller-Ferrell complex, which is currently dominating Hollywood, dominated the releases. This is my top five:
- The Incredibles
- The Motorcycle Diaries
- Starsky & Hutch
- School Of Rock
- Lost In Translation
Obviously, by TV I mean comedy shows – to be fair, British comedy shows. My top five:
- Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace
- Peep Show
- Black Books
- Little Britain
- The Green Wing
Are you kidding? I’ve not read anything from this year – fictional, at least. Might read Da Da Vinci Code before the end of December though. I’ll let you know what that’s like.
Okay, it’s not all great: here are some of the people I respected who all kicked the bucket this year…
- John Peel
- Marlon Brando
- Ray Charles
- Peter Ustinov
- Brian Clough
- Johnny Ramone
- Ol’ Dirty Bastard
- Alistair Cooke
- The university’s very own Lord Scarman
I guess this’ll be the last blog I’ll write before jetting off to Mexico for Christmas. Perhaps I’ll be able to write while I’m out there, but I ain’t promising owt. So dear reader (shit, that's another dead one: Derrida!), have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.