Showing posts with label Troye Sivan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Troye Sivan. Show all posts

Sunday, 31 December 2023

The countdown begins...

As the Madam and I do the final whizz around cleaning in preparation for receiving visitors, and I turn my attention to preparing the buffet - I think some musical highlights from 2023 are in order, to get the juices flowing for a party!

And the "Song of the Year":

However, as my 60th year passes into the ether, let's have another outing for my song from my birthday post - this:

Happy New Year, dear reader!

Sunday, 3 September 2023

That is good to me as well as that

It would appear that Ms Scarlet may be right - it certainly feels like that elusive "Indian Summer" is upon us. Yay!

Time, methinks, for a little round-up of the "newer" music that has caught my ear of late...

Let's open with the very welcome return of one of my favourite 80s synthpop bands, shall we? It's sublime:

Here's darling Jake and his latest (and very catchy) choon:

If "Dafydd" from Little Britain got a load of naff tattoos and started hanging around with a woman who wouldn't look out of place in one of the windows in the Red Light District of Amsterdam...

This is hilarious! Described by none other than Whigfield as "Like Borat, but with music", this piss-take of all things "90s Eurodance" is a work of genius:

Cute gay pop-muppet Troye Sivan is back with an earworm...

Now, here's a formidable team-up of talent! Two "house fave" ladies for the price of one...

With a complete change of tempo altogether, here's (a very short clip, unfortunately, of) something I heard recently on Radio 3 from the late, great Medievalist Belinda Sykes and her band :

But, finally, there is only one song for which the anticipation has been building - Our Princess Kylie's new one! It's brilliant:

As ever, dear reader, let me know your thoughts!

Wednesday, 3 July 2019

The season cometh


An impressive visitor to the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers - a Southern Hawker dragonfly, apparently.

You know it truly is high summer when the music festival season is at its height, Wimbledon's on the telly and the Proms season is about to kick off.

We, of course, are counting down to Pride - and the sun continues to shine. Yay!

Perfect conditions, really, for blond gay chickens to throw off some clothing and go cruising...


My, my, indeed!

Somebody hose me down...