The George Lite Zone

I wandered lonely as a cloud, That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crepe eating crowd, A host, of narcotic daffodils. L'amuse Gueule crêperie, a strange venue for music, but in psychedelia strange is good. The last pancakes were munched, the diners departed and the strains of a sitar filled the air. Cue guitar, bass & drums and some hypnotic, pulsating music from The Narcotic Daffodils . At times reminiscent of Hawkwind in their prime, the band produced a wall of sound that had me in head banging heaven. They did however vary their sound quite a bit, with two covers thrown into the mix for good measure. Personally I'd like to hear them do more psychedelic material, but speaking to keyboardist and Sitar maestro Simon Rigot after the show, they want to keep their music varied. But hey, a heady cocktail of rock and mind expanding melodies is OK by me. I'd also like to hear more Sitar, but as Simon also plays keyboards that would be a tad ...

Now that's what I'd call a streaker! Could she get any rasher?

News from the Twitterverse. Glasgow's Doghouse Roses started recording their new album today, with 2 songs completed and 11 more to go. I enjoyed their last album, How've You Been (All This Time) , and they were great in concert at Botanique , so I look forward to this one.

Turbonegro, Norway's finest death punk exponents. Just when you thought that punk was dead, it was reanimated by these Scandinavian maestros and mutated into a metal hybrid that truly rocks. Santa delivered me copies of their excellent Apocalypse Dudes and Scandinavian Leather albums this Christmas. From the latter of these two here's a song that sums up the recent Copenhagen climate talks perfectly. Fuck The World.

Good riddance RTD. Daleks, Sea Devils and some kick ass action. 2010 is going to be a great year for Dr Who! Over-sentimentality aside, the episode finale does raise some interesting questions. Check out this article it IO9.com, Figuring Out Dr Who's Lingering Mysteries , that speculates their may be forces at work in this episode above and beyond the returning time lords.

After Russell T delivered his final camp piece of Who to the viewing public, it was nice to see that some people now how to make quality SF without resorting to sentimental slush. Season 2 of Terminator The Sarah Connor Chronicles was excellent and far better than the franchises latest filmic incarnation. With Shirley Manson on board the shows final series delivered on all levels, quality script, acting and special effects with a multi-timeline plot to suit. It's just a crying shame that Fox, in their infinite wisdom decided to terminate it. It seems that todays TV money men prefer to splash their cash on singing freaks, dancing has beens and jerks in a house rather than invest in quality. TV aimed at the lowest common denominator and that's pretty damned low. The good news of Sarah Connor's demise is that Shirley can now concentrate on her solo album and that long overdue fifth Garbage release.