Why Records Matter: The Unencumbered Joy of the Unexpected Discovery

So, you’re trawling through this site or that, casually clicking links in search of song (or tits, or pictures of kittens). And because the internet has democratised music distribution, there’s a hell of lot of song out there, blowing about like so much sonic confetti. In theory it’s wonderful, having at your fingertips this wealth … Continue reading Why Records Matter: The Unencumbered Joy of the Unexpected Discovery

Adventures in Vocal Mess – LGM Interviews Mick Derrick from Prolapse

Ah, Prolapse. Should you have bumped into me down the pub, anytime over the last twenty years, there’s a good chance I’ll have manoeuvred you into a corner, then ranted at length on how this Leicester sextet are quite possibly the greatest band that ever was. Followed up with “and why the hell aren’t you … Continue reading Adventures in Vocal Mess – LGM Interviews Mick Derrick from Prolapse

Thoughts on Youth, Scene, Nostalgia, and ‘Pop Said…’ by The Darling Buds

Nostalgia. It’s a messy business. The type to get stuck in one’s throat. It wraps itself up in your mother’s net curtains, then proceeds to perform that saucy silhouette dance from Tales of the Unexpected – except that it’s naff, and you’re only impressed because you’ve been at the cooking sherry again. And then there’s … Continue reading Thoughts on Youth, Scene, Nostalgia, and ‘Pop Said…’ by The Darling Buds

The Day I Tried Really, Really Hard To Appreciate ‘Definitely Maybe’

Cards on the table; I’m not one of life’s Oasis fans. In the past I’ve called the Gallaghers a “fifth-rate Rutles tribute act” – in print, should you wish to check the files – and it’s an not opinion I’m inclined to revise. That said, writing mean, dismissive things about band aesthetic (as well as … Continue reading The Day I Tried Really, Really Hard To Appreciate ‘Definitely Maybe’

A Meditation Upon The Futility of Life, and Luke Haines’ ‘Raving’

So Luke Haines – man, musician, author, artist, goatherd, lower league journeyman footballer – did do a record. And not just any record; no simpering up to The Man with “Please let me do a record” plastered across his chops. No; this most modern day Peter Ustinov locked himself away in his Luke Haines room, … Continue reading A Meditation Upon The Futility of Life, and Luke Haines’ ‘Raving’

And Why Do I Own This? A Journey Through The Rarely-Played Recesses of a Record Collection

I’ve never had a record cull. I’ve lost albums, for sure – discs spirited away when the grim reaper calls time on a relationship, the final show of togetherness one of divvying up a joint collection optimistically presumed to be permanent – but items of importance would have been rapidly replaced, the remainder of which … Continue reading And Why Do I Own This? A Journey Through The Rarely-Played Recesses of a Record Collection

Review: Stewart Lee, Glasgow, 19 March (written vaguely in the style of Stewart Lee)

The clever man came to town, a sack full of satirical allegory slung across his stooped shoulders. And once his sermon had been delivered, he ensured that the assembled delegates were spat out into the night at exactly the same moment as something called “Premier League Darts” finished in the adjacent venue… There’s not a … Continue reading Review: Stewart Lee, Glasgow, 19 March (written vaguely in the style of Stewart Lee)

Albums Revisited – The Cardigans: ‘First Band On The Moon’

In January 2015, Menace Beach released debut album Ratworld to a phalanx of reviews hailing the return of ‘90’s indie. Dear old ‘90’s indie, stinking up the joint like all that incense we burnt back then. Not that it’s overt what this ‘90’s indie vibe actually represents (at least beyond the odd, fuggy adjective thrown … Continue reading Albums Revisited – The Cardigans: ‘First Band On The Moon’

Looking like Mary Queen of Scots: Thoughts on ‘Berlin’ by Lou Reed

Certain records are easy to write about. A series of statements, compact or florid, sprayed about as if the silhouette at the keyboard knows exactly what he or she is banging on about. It’s music “journalism” as stock phrases, graffiti in all but name, but still very much in thrall to the parameters our pop-culture … Continue reading Looking like Mary Queen of Scots: Thoughts on ‘Berlin’ by Lou Reed

Waiting For The Sun To Warm: Thoughts on Talk Talk’s ‘The Colour of Spring’

Should the sanctity of an album be a precious commodity, then The Colour of Spring stands testament to theme and ideal… or so I scribbled down in my notebook, on the Subway, the carriage all sneeze and sniffles, the route home waylaid by all the usual urban detritus… And we could label Talk Talk’s third … Continue reading Waiting For The Sun To Warm: Thoughts on Talk Talk’s ‘The Colour of Spring’

Anatomy of a Track: ‘The Electric Mountain’ by Jane Weaver

Currently writing a piece for another site, exploring how the mainstream’s rejection of musical invention has liberated musicians and audiences alike from such ephemeral and unrewarding pursuits as fad, image and superficiality. That whilst the charts have wilfully become a ghetto, pandering to a lowest common denominator aesthetic, the records not aimed at pre-teens or … Continue reading Anatomy of a Track: ‘The Electric Mountain’ by Jane Weaver