Archive for June, 2005
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The ways of boring JCRs and their kids
By Miranda Addey — June 24, 2005
What does the average York University student think of when they hear the letters JCR? Is it an organisation designed to give students the best opportunities and support, or is it some secret society tainted with cliquieness, student politics and boring committee meetings? Miranda Addey peruses the world of JCRCs, and asks what is it [...]
Things to do when you finish your degree
By Dan Searle — June 24, 2005
Wooooo! We’ve all finished!!! Unless you do a proper degree, like one involving numbers, or if you’re not a third year, or if you’re not even a student, or if you’ve failed all your exams and have to do them again.
Single Honours
By Nouse — June 24, 2005
It was with a sense of sadness and, erm, possibly relief that we assembled in Langwith coffee bar for the last time this year. Well, in truth we shall probably return before the term is out, but it was the last time we came together in order to pass a harsh judgement on the efforts of the musical community. Which is a poncy way of saying that most of the singles were shite. Plain shite.
Oasis, ‘Don’t Believe The Truth’
By Nouse — June 24, 2005
When asked if Ringo Starr was the best drummer in the world, Paul McCartney replied he wasn’t the best drummer in The Beatles let alone the world. Bad drumming must be hereditary as Ringo’s son, Zak Starkey demonstrates on Don‘t Believe The Truth. Nevertheless, his effortless approach to music brings a new dynamic to the group and encourages a more relaxed, understated Oasis.
Rob Thomas, ‘Something To Be’
By Nouse — June 24, 2005
Blandness is never a good thing in a pop record, especially from an album that promised so much, but tragically delivers so little. Something To Be, the new album from Matchbox 20 singer Rob Thomas, is possibly the most disappointing release to pass through the nouse office this year, especially since his last release, the collaboration Smooth with Carlos Santana, was such a big hit in the UK.
The Coral, ‘The Invisible Invasion’
By Nouse — June 24, 2005
Back with their fourth album in three years, Scouse scamps The Coral have never really been away since they released their self-titled debut, and the result seems to be that their sound hasn’t moved on much since then. The Invisible Invasion is pretty much more of the same psychedelic jangly pop, but this time it sounds watered down and frankly it isn’t a patch on past efforts.
The Levellers, ‘Truth and Lies’
By Nouse — June 24, 2005
Brighton based folk-rock-punk group The Levellers have a sound and cult following that is the stuff of legend. In 1994 the band headlined Glastonbury to the biggest main stage crowd in the festivals history, and with their new album they stick to their musical roots which gave us the 90s crusty classics Beautiful Day and Far From Home.
Batman Begins
By Lewis Charlesworth — June 24, 2005
With Batman Begins, Christopher Nolan accepted the difficult task of breathing new life into a franchise that was seriously on the ‘Wayne’. (Sorry, couldn’t resist). The Batman films generated a new wave of comic book adaptations in the 90s that began as a successful stylistic/gothic crime caper and ended as a camp, star studded flop. With this installment Nolan ignores the styles of the previous films and in some cases most contemporary comic book adaptations to re-imagine an old icon.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
By Tom King — June 24, 2005
It looks like the domestic scene so typical of modern relationship films. A couple who seem to have it all, looks, money and style, sitting across the dinner table from each other and quite deliberately not saying anything. However, there’s a twist… Most failing marriages aren’t accompanied by an oven full of hi-tech weaponry or a toolshed full of grenades.
Sin City
By Rob Perkins — June 24, 2005
Quentin Tarantino was recently voted one of the most influential directors of all time, and although he only ‘guest-directed’ one scene of Frank Miller’s Sin City his influence is prevalent throughout. Sin City is a film very much in the Tarantino mould: a cool but brutal, modern classic. Its no over-statement to call it the first true successor to the glorious bravado and swagger of Pulp Fiction.
Which Wine?
By Tom Crockett — June 24, 2005
Recently the wine market has become flooded with bottles and bottles of cheap generic plonk, which the less refined palates of students will guzzle with gusto: a little like blackcurrant or pineapple cordial at 14% proof. Wine is becoming the drink of all peoples, yet I mourn the death of realised appreciation of this most noble and ancient of liquids.
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By Emma Gawen — June 24, 2005
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The Juice Place, The Shambles
By Vicky Hallam — June 24, 2005
Are you sick of Pizzas and greasy Takeaways? Probably not! But if you are like me, and somehow strangely crave fruit and vegetables, the Juice Place can provide an easy option to your healthy eating conundrums. This juice emporium is hidden away in the Shambles, it offers over forty delicious Juices and Smoothies, from immune boosters to hangover cures and is perfect for those in need of post-exam invigoration.
Kapadokja – George Hudson St.
By Tom Crockett — June 24, 2005
I have often staggered past the garish yellow exterior of Kapadokya on my way to Toffs and wondered what the food was like. The menu was certainly more lamb-based than I expected. The lamb here is served in every possible form, from steaks, kebabs, köftes, dumplings, and the superb lamb shank which we made short work of.
Cross Keys, Goodramgate
By Nouse — June 24, 2005
“What the f***?!” Whilst I’m no prude, the use of profanity in public isn’t normally my thing. But if you’ve ever ventured into the Cross Key’s on a Monday night – I defy anyone not to mutter the same three words. From the outset the Cross Keys seems a good bet, a semi-historic venue, a stones throw away from the Minster but looks can be deceiving. Upon approaching the venue at around two minutes past seven (funny how you remember the little things when you feel you’re going to die) “Surely”, I thought “Nothing can possibly be that bad”. Boy was I wrong.
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