If only...

It's a real shame when good, British artists get overlooked for the likes of people like the Spice Girls and any other manufactured bands out there! What is the world coming to when talented singer / songwriters who produce some pretty hot tracks are pushed to one side to make way for trash like the Pussy Cat Dolls? I mean 'Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" isn't really a very thought-provoking lyric now, is it?!

Take the short-lived, Nottingham born band Sunhouse, for example. "Who?" I hear you all cry. Exactly! They were around for about a year in the late 90's, nobody has really heard of them, they never really made it anywhere and they split up soon after releasing there debut album, 'Crazy on the Weekend'. Although apparently the lead singer, after overcoming drink and drug problems, is now singing with Brit band, Clayhill.

I was fortunate enough to learn about them from an ex-boyfriend and his clique, they in turn had heard about them from someone else who had heard the song on a film( British flick 24:7), liked it and checked out the closing credits to find out who was singing.

I had forgotten how bloody good the CD was until I put it on the stereo the other day while cleaning the house. You can listen to some extracts here, or if you know me well you can borrow my copied version and burn it, or download it onto your i-pod (or 'your-not-an-i-pod' an explanation of which can be found in a January entry on Ned's blog)

If only less money had been spent on the Spice Girls and Boyzone and more attention had been paid to these guys, they might have produced more goody fabness, a great shame.