Got an email from Xtra Mile Recordings yesterday promoting Frank Turner's new release 'Songbook' which, apparently, is a re-imagining of several of his previous songs, plus one new one. I mean, what the actual shitting bastard floppy-eared fuck is that? It's a step closer to a Christmas album or 'A Tale of two Franks: Frank Turner sings his songs in the style of Frank Sinatra'. Is he taking the piss? Did I wake up on April 1st? Even though I loved him* a few years back, I'd rather be teabagged by a crepuscular camel's leathery scrotum than entertain a notion sufficient to induce hypoxia, which this absolutely is.
* = Right up until his first Wembley show, where I endured Billy Bragg and, I think, Beans on Toast. The highlight being Dan le Sac vs Scroobius Pip, as it became painfully obvious that the headliner wasn't at the level for the venue. And then there's the FTHC "brand", which seems to go against all notion of anti-establishmentarianism/anti-corporate dogma.