The fresh from the bakers oven news concerning the death of the consistently peculiar plasticine mannequin, Michael Jackson has got me thinking about the future of music.

Since Foilface mixed their first EP, two or three months ago (the magical and strange, Jean-Claude Naive) important musical icons have started dying in their droves.

We’ve had Manchester’s very own Johnny Roadhouse, Randy Cain of The Delfonics, Ink Spots singer Huey Long, Soft Machine bassist Hugh Hopper, Motown drummer Uriel Jones, the producer of Massive Attack’s brilliant ‘Blue Lines’ album – Jonny Dollar, Steppenwolf’s Kent Henry, Ean Evans – bass player with Lynyrd Skynyrd and now, hugest of the huge, ‘THE KING OF POP’ HIMSELF – MICHAEL JACKSON.

Maybe it’s a sign. Are these people making way for the mighty Foilface? Is the musical relay baton being passed? Who knows. But I bet you one thing – they’ll be a whole load of Wacko Jacko covers being played this weekend at Glastonbury.

I’d personally like to see Bruce Springsteen belting out ‘Billie Jean’ and maybe Rolf Harris wobbling out a cover of ‘Earth Song’ (“What about the elephants – a-hum-tiddy-hum-tiddy-hum” - how good would that be?).

All jokes aside it’s a sad moment. Jackson has left big footprints all over the history of modern music and we’ll probably never see someone as famous and popular as him ever again.

So why not celebrate his memory by listening to some Foilface. Some good, honest slacker-rock. It’s way better than listening to ‘Thriller’ for the 6,643 time and it certainly beats standing in a muddy field in some over-priced wellies, listening to Shed Seven holler out a re-worked, ‘Man in the Mirror’ or Kasabian murdering, “Ben”.

The very thought of such horrors is enough to give me a heart-attack!

SIX FREE SLACKER ROCK TRACKS all ready to be given a new home and loved like a little doe-eyed puppy.

Don’t let ‘the man’ tell you there’s nothing in this world for FREE. He’s wrong (and always has been).

What does all this mean? Well, the next time you turn on MTV and listen to some clown rambling on about how they’ve been ‘blessed’ – remember this – they are not blessed – they’ve either worked very hard, had influential friends and family or found themselves the benefactors of that lovely random thing called luck (or a healthy smattering of all three).

And if you think none of this makes sense (especially the dreams bit) – then you’re probably half right. What is a certainty is that this is Foilface’s 50th blog. It doesn’t need to make total sense (a bit like dreams, good fortune and great music), it’s just happened…