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1990s - Cookies album

1990s - Cookies album

  • Performer: 1990s
  • Genre: Rock
  • Title: Cookies
  • Released: 2007
  • Style: Indie Rock
  • MP3 version size: 1545 mb
  • FLAC version size: 1403 mb
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  • Rating: 4.7
  • Votes: 920

Description

You Made Me Like It. See You At The Lights. Is There A Switch For That? Enjoying Myself. You're Supposed To Be My Friend.

The UK Albums Chart is a weekly record chart based on album sales from Sunday to Saturday in the United Kingdom; during the 1990s, a total of 216 albums reached number one. Until 1 February 1994, the chart was compiled each week by Gallup – after this date, it was managed by Millward Brown, who expanded the number of sales figures sampled, and extended the use of electronic point of sale machines.

Released date 14 May 2007. Labels Rough Trade Records. Music StyleIndie Rock. Members owning this album0. 1. You Made Me Like It. 03:10. 2.

Album · 2007 · 12 Songs. See All. See You At the Lights - EP. 2007. You're Supposed to Be My Friend (Mini Single). You Made Me Like It - Single.

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This album was on Rolling Stone's list of the Top 50 Albums of 2007 Contents.

1990s could be the toughest, meanest, most insane band in the UK. The indie trio hail from Glasgow, which does, after all, have a reputation for being a city of hard men. This would certainly explain why their contemporaries and critics have been queuing up to heap praise on a band that does little to justify such excitement on the evidence of this debut album alone. Formed from the ashes of The Yummy Fur, 1990s set themselves up for a kicking straight away with that awful name.

Remember that amazing party you went to when all your best mates turned up, the DJs sounded like they were pulling tunes out of your prized private collect. Glasgow trio provide the soundtrack to the best party ever. Remember that amazing party you went to when all your best mates turned up, the DJs sounded like they were pulling tunes out of your prized private collection of trashy American proto-punk from the ’70s and the narcotics were supplied in more varieties than one of Keith Richards’ old riders?