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On a scale of one to crack, Isaac Hayes is Robert Downey Jnr. I’m not talking about the South Park Salty Chocolate Balls episode. That’s a novelty record, and therefore naturally outside the limits of understandable taste. I’m talking specifically about the nine-and-a-half-minute mini funk symphony (with utterly irresistable bassline and super stereo effects, even if it is just Isaac going “HUH!” loudly in alternate ears) that is Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic, a title which apparently means “no wank, all groove”, which are words to live by, I think you’ll agree. Well, sometimes.

Through a haze of Lemsip and Tixylix, I’ve been listening to Hot Buttered Soul all morning, and it’s gradually started to seep in how utterly messed up this track is. It contains classic musical phrases like modus operandi and medula oblongata, for Pete’s sake.

[Tangent: When I was a little kid, my parents used to take me to church. I was convinced for years and years that god had a name, and that his name was Peter. Why? Because after the readings, someone would always go "This is the word of the Lord" and everyone else would say "Thanks Peter God." Yeah, cheers Pete, mate.]

On a completely different note, can there be any song much finer than Love Will Tear Us Apart by the mighty mighty Joy Division? I’ve had it on permaloop in my head since last night (fell asleep listening to Permanent). Damn, it’s good. It’s not the lyrics or the tune or the musicality or whatever. It’s not the greatest song ever recorded or anything. I just can’t see how it could be improved.