Well well well…let’s go all out awesome this week. The best part of a great song united with the last sequence of an utterly great movie. With it’s delicate and beautiful piano melody, sitting in stark contrast to the subject matter it resides over, we give you the end of Layla by Derek and The Dominos from the Scorsese masterpiece Goodfellas.

Fewer endings have moved so many men.

If you haven’t seen Goodfellas – you’re a fool. However, fool you may be, do not watch this clip. You’ll only ruin the taste of brilliance for yourself.

Click the link below (don’t you just hate it when embedding is diabled by “request”)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evHWaBI97Gs

Well, it has to be really doesn’t it! Being that we have our Back To The Future NYE party just around the corner!

(Which by the way we assume you have got your tickets for!)

Oh yes – it’s Earth Angel by The Drifters. Taken from the incomparable Back To The Future. Little needs to be said about this except that it is one of the finest songs, from one of the finest moments, in one of the finest films OF ALL TIME!!!

Absolute perfection!

Soundtrack of The Week is the oddball surf-punk-pop-rock masterpeice that is Surfin’ Bird by The Trashmen. Yes it was in Family Guy. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees it was one of those, “actually-becoming-more-annoying-than-the-x-factor-song” anti-X-Factor songs, but nevertheless, it was and still is a work of genius…used to it’s utmost brilliance in Stanley Kubrick’s wonder – Full Metal Jacket.

“Is that you John Wayne?…Is this me?!”

Yes yes. We a bit late picking one this week. But it’s hard man. So many grand songs. Such a mighty honour to bestow upon only one particular melodic meandering.

Trust me, there was blood splattered across the white wash walls in the soundtracks offices.

And then somebody begun humming a tune. I say somebody…but in fact…it seemed to being emminating from inside each of our minds. An etheral hum. A distinct tune. A beautiful tone. The instruments joined the sound. The clarity…clear. The pitch…perfect. Then…the voice crashed in and the faces floated out of the haze, into the foreground. The mist cleared and the magic was remembered. And thus, the decision was made…

It was this.

We owe all our lives to Ted Theodore Logan and Bill S Preston Esquire in some shape or form, I know it. I Just don’t know how I know it.

LET’S ROCK!!!