Paul Scouse’s Show on Shore Fm

Track 020: PAUL & FRIENDS Hey Jude                  Track Time: 005′17″
Track 021: zinc advert                              Track Time: 000′26″
Track 022: John Cole advert                         Track Time: 000′56″
Track 023: JOHN LYDON – The Sun                     Track Time: 003′59″
Track 024: SHE SAID – Summer Song                   Track Time: 005′11″
Track 025: FEEDER Suffocate                         Track Time: 004′31″
Track 026: THERAPY Straight Life                    Track Time: 004′20″
Track 027: HARVEY DANGER Flagpole Sitter            Track Time: 003′34″
Track 028: adverts                                  Track Time: 001′00″
Track 029: TERRORVISION If I Was You                Track Time: 002′01″
Track 030: GEN X Dancin With Myself                 Track Time: 003′42″
Track 031: SEX PISTOLS No Fun (live Finsbury Pk)    Track Time: 006′41″
Track 032: adverts                                  Track Time: 000′52″
Track 033: SONS OF SELINA Fire In The Hole          Track Time: 005′49″
Track 034: LIBERTINE – 1st Autumn                   Track Time: 006′40″
Track 035: SEX TERRESTRIALS Freak of Nature         Track Time: 003′41″
Track 036: adverts                                  Track Time: 000′37″

Paul Scouse’s Show on Shore FM

Track 001: FLUFF Duckin’                            Track Time: 002′50″
Track 002: SONS OF SELINA 1st wAter                 Track Time: 005′49″
Track 003: InterMission                             Track Time: 000′48″
Track 004: AGENT 1475 Live                          Track Time: 019′08″
Track 005: LAUGH                                    Track Time: 000′49″
Track 006: BASS                                     Track Time: 000′28″
Track 007: SEX TERRESTIALS Devil                    Track Time: 003′41″
Track 008: MANSUN tv.                               Track Time: 007′40″
Track 009: ALOOF 1 nite                             Track Time: 004′29″
Track 010: SISTERS                                  Track Time: 002′59″
Track 011: (8.12.98) SEX TERRESTRIALS               Track Time: 005′14″
Track 012: PLACEBO Brick Shithouse                  Track Time: 004′18″
Track 013: ANNIE CHRISTIAN – Nothings Real          Track Time: 003′22″
Track 014: SONS OF SELINA – Kalgan                  Track Time: 004′11″
Track 015: SPACE Disco Dolly                        Track Time: 003′39″
Track 016: adverts                                  Track Time: 000′54″
Track 017: PAUL SCOUSE Public Information Broadc… Track Time: 003′05″
Track 018: NATIVE INTELLIGENCE                      Track Time: 006′56″
Track 019: SJ – I Feel Divine                       Track Time: 006′59″

‘He’s got a pineapple on his head, he’s got a pineapple on his head.’ Whether Paul Claxton’s dreadlocks are intented to resemble the exotic fruit is open to debate, but the tunes are certainly exotic enough.
‘They’re tight as fuck.’ Exclaimed Fatman Slim. And so they should be considering the number of gigs these 3 boys have done, but they should also be playing bigger places (full disrespect to The Bistro) as they’ve been around long enough, are still young enough & are talented enough to be a bigger band (a 4 piece!).
I saw the aptitude within Claxton many years ago when he was the frontman / guitarist he is now, but in Florescent Wetdream – who were around in those heady PSST days in Rhyl.
So a bigger than average crowd remembered the high points, particularly Pineapple’s ability to throw in a token cover version, minced up, grunged up & spat out, indie-fied; Lionel Richie’s shite Hello ballad was played the way it should’ve been the first time, as was A-HA’s Take Me On.
BLUE also had a bash at the cabaret bit doing Pink Floyd’s Predictably Numb, but played to the letter, a lesson from Pineapple wouldn’t go a miss.  The name drew up the anticipation of a rockabilly band in my Stella Artois poisoned mind for some reason, so when I was faced  with a progressive type genre I was pleasantly surprised
OK, these lads are barely out of school, they still had acne on their unstubbled cheeks & braces on their teeth, it was only their 2nd gig, they weren’t ‘tight as fuck’ & they weren’t loud enough.  But I sensed a spark, the ideas within the songs show the promise of better things to come & I would like to say that I may have witnessed the dawning of a new era.  Bold words for a 5 piece band who are still eating rusks for breakfast & aren’t particularly brilliant at choosing a name for themselves (if they’d have called themselves Gammon, we could have had Gammon & Pineapple tonight, fnarr fnarr) – however in years to come you’ll be able to say you read it here first.
Both Fatman & myself woke up (not together) with the most vicious of hangovers the following day which was only shook off by drinking again on the way to watch Wales be taught a footballing lesson by the Italians. (A COLD JASON LEE)