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
This is a music blog – which you may have noticed – and as such, other subjects (politics especially) sit uneasy in the narrative. So call this piece a one-off. An experiment; should the forthcoming UK General Election not be your cup of tea or goblet of hemlock, I’ll be returning to overlong screeds on … Continue reading Politics or Rock ‘n’ Roll? (or: Why I’ll Be Voting SNP at the Election)
“I could keep whoring my heart out, I still don’t think that you’d hear me,” sings King Creosote in ‘Marguerita Red’. A ballad so tender and pure you’d be forgiven for letting slip the odd tear or two, late at night, should the mood take you. Except that it’s not “keep whoring” that he sings, … Continue reading Music Hack for Hire. Because Writing About Music Is Akin To Dancing About Architecture
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