Every year – for reasons long since forgotten – I solicit your votes for album of the year. A kind of companion piece to my own overlong diatribe on the subject (that I’ll be revealing mid-December, just as long as you promise not to get too sick of bloody lists). Last year’s results produced a … Continue reading You. Yes, YOU! Now taking votes for your album of 2015
Something’s coming over me. I’m so dizzy I can’t see… Previously on LGM, and a trawl through the innards of great pop. Lithe. Ebullient. Thrilling – I think that’s the key; if we’re to receive but a brief moment on this planet, it’s best to celebrate it. My heart is beating faster now, as the … Continue reading Dentist Drill Prokoviev: Celebrating the Glory of ‘Rush Hour’ by Jane Wiedlin
The greatest ever pop song. It’s something I’m asked about all the time; on the street, down the pub, when glancing into the mirror and some grey-faced loser with bloodshot eyes starts staring back. Yeah, especially the latter – that happens all the time. “Excuse me, young squire,” they say. “But I’ve been wondering for … Continue reading In Search of the Greatest Ever Pop Song
Certain acts are a breeze to write about. Sitting down with pen and a headful of thought is to see the words appear on page almost before they’re written, the fluid patterns intuitive, such understanding of back catalogue sharp, embedded with clarity. Other artists, and it’s more of a challenge. Too many intangibles. Too much … Continue reading Hidden In Plain Sight: Thoughts on ‘The Sensual World’ by Kate Bush
If David Cameron’s “piggy in the middle” moment confirms anything – besides the rather obvious point that rich posh boys don’t make for very nice human beings – it’s that social media is at its worst when big news flops onto the doormat. There was once a time when comedy required wit and verve. Timing, … Continue reading Since when has Hunter S Thompson started scripting modern British politics?
We live in strange times. Britain, and an old-school socialist – one resembling a college lecturer fired for inappropriate behaviour, and thus left to spend his days down the local Wetherspoons – has somehow become leader of the Labour Party. In the US, the world’s most vulgar man is still a serious candidate for the … Continue reading There is a Place in Hull for Me and My Friends: Morrissey, Hull Arena, 18 September.
Confession: I have a Spotify account. That’s the same Spotify who, when not ransacking my hard drive for credit card details or photos of sailors in the buff, deign to stream music, directly into my ears. I am not happy about having a Spotify account. Call it one of life’s necessary little evils; as someone … Continue reading Spotify; A Tale of Dodgy Algorithms and Random Noise
So… your favourite band turns up. It’s been sixteen, seventeen years since that last live experience (maths dictates that you’ve seen them sixteen, seventeen times, but not for many a year. Prolapse split at the turn of the millennium. They went off to do grown up things – like the rest of us). And because … Continue reading Review: Mogwai/Loop/Prolapse/Pye Corner Audio, Glasgow Barrowlands, 20 June
From a haze of early-nineties ennui. Hair grown long, getting stoned to Ommadawn by Mike Oldfield with a girl who should have known better. Snakebite and black: £1 a pint in the biker bar (although they’ll throw you out should you be wearing your dog collar; the studded one, complete with lead), and the playlist, … Continue reading Experiments whilst listening to the The Mission back catalogue.
Over to Lazer Guided Melody’s Mark Kozelek correspondent @profcolinclark, who’s penned this fine review on another difficult album… It’s the uncensored story of the travelling salesman blues; a revealing ethnographic diary of Kozelek’s uniquely crafted thick description set to mellow yet caustic instrumentation. Although only eight tracks long, the disc running time is over seventy … Continue reading Footsteps Sounding Closer – Sun Kil Moon’s ‘Universal Themes’ Reviewed
Spoiler. I enjoy writing about music. Almost as much as listening to it (and even then, there remain occasions when banging away at the keyboard grows so all-encompassing that I’ve failed to notice that needle hit the run out groove minutes ago). So I flounced out of the job like some Victorian dandy would have … Continue reading Diary of a Music Hack
And on the eighth day the Lord did decree that every band from our misspent youth must reform. Preferably for a few statement gigs before the summer festival season ramps up. Were there mixed emotions drifting across the auditorium before the band took the stage? It’s easy to be cynical, perhaps pays to be cynical, … Continue reading Review: Ride, Glasgow Barrowlands, 22 May
Dumb Flesh – the new album from Benjamin “Blanck Mass” Power. Yes – he of the Fuck Buttons day job. It sure is something. I described his debut, self-titled LP as “What it feels like to be in a decaying orbit around Neptune, drunk”. And whilst less reliant upon the tropes behind drone, the new … Continue reading Competition – win the new Blanck Mass LP
Of records rooted to place and time. Records as photographs, as aide-mémoire (only – you know – more so; this is music we’re talking about… we’re not to be let off lightly). When did I last listen to BRMC? I don’t know (but was probably drunk). Elsewhere, for certain; a different city, another time zone, … Continue reading Albums Revisited: ‘BRMC’ by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Friday, and it was around 8am, waiting for the Ed Balls career change blues to start playing, when I remembered that last sleeping sometime around Tuesday wasn’t going to ward off hallucinations. Beyond the shakes, the nineteen cups of coffee I’d consumed over the last few hours were having negligible effect, and when the clan … Continue reading “We’re All Foxtons Now” – LGM’s Election Post-Mortem