And if you like The Leningrad Cowboys (and let's face it, who doesn't?), you might enjoy Urban Turban, especially their rendition of Voodoo Chile. They are a musically semi-traditional Indian band from Sweden who play the Hendrix classic on the sitar and don't get many of the words right. It's got to be heard to be believed.
Other fave covers: like all good Withanil fans I hold as seminal King Curtis' version of A Whiter Shade of Pale; I adore Ewan MacGregor's Your Song in Moulin Rouge, and while we're on movie covers the imcomparably sexy Juliette Lewis singing P J Harvey's Hardly Wait in Strange Days; and Counting Crows rendition of Oasis' Live Forever lends a pathos to the Gallaghers' demented adolescent angst that it really doesn't deserve. Oh, and Eels, Feeling Good (from Oh! What a Beautiful Morning). On bad, I'm with Asinthecity that the definitive ruination of a song was All Saints Under the Bridge, after which they should have seen their careers go up in a little puff of smoke. And, by no little chance, they did. Hurrah.
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Date: 2004-03-03 08:57 am (UTC)And if you like The Leningrad Cowboys (and let's face it, who doesn't?), you might enjoy Urban Turban, especially their rendition of Voodoo Chile. They are a musically semi-traditional Indian band from Sweden who play the Hendrix classic on the sitar and don't get many of the words right. It's got to be heard to be believed.
Other fave covers: like all good Withanil fans I hold as seminal King Curtis' version of A Whiter Shade of Pale; I adore Ewan MacGregor's Your Song in Moulin Rouge, and while we're on movie covers the imcomparably sexy Juliette Lewis singing P J Harvey's Hardly Wait in Strange Days; and Counting Crows rendition of Oasis' Live Forever lends a pathos to the Gallaghers' demented adolescent angst that it really doesn't deserve. Oh, and Eels, Feeling Good (from Oh! What a Beautiful Morning). On bad, I'm with Asinthecity that the definitive ruination of a song was All Saints Under the Bridge, after which they should have seen their careers go up in a little puff of smoke. And, by no little chance, they did. Hurrah.