Hidden In Plain Sight: Thoughts on ‘The Sensual World’ by Kate Bush

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

LGM vs Black Holes and Revelations. Or why Muse represent the End Time.

    2006. Nominated for a Mercury. #3 in the NME year-end list. #2 in Kerrang!, #2 in Q magazine. And the night does fall, the gravity begins to fail; And when they shall have finished their testimony, the beast that ascendeth out of the bottomless pit shall make war against them, and shall overcome … Continue reading LGM vs Black Holes and Revelations. Or why Muse represent the End Time.

The Wisdom Of A Permanent Inking; The Sisters Of Mercy / Vision Thing, Revisited.

Life’s simple rules. Be nice to people. Read a good book once in a while. Listen to Mogwai. Don’t – as French chanteur Claude François discovered – change a light bulb whilst standing in a bath full of water. Don’t get the Eye of Horus tattooed on your shoulder – and if you must, don’t … Continue reading The Wisdom Of A Permanent Inking; The Sisters Of Mercy / Vision Thing, Revisited.

Now That the Leaves Have Fallen: The Last Broadcast By Doves, Revisited

Northern hemisphere, high latitude. Because there are filaments on melancholia on the air, this time of year. Traces of tangibility, swooping low on grainy early evenings the colour of coal. When the rain begins to fall it does so harder, less benignly than in the lighter months, gifting any passing headlights a ghostly, less-well defined … Continue reading Now That the Leaves Have Fallen: The Last Broadcast By Doves, Revisited

Words Come Crashing In: Depeche Mode’s Violator Revisited

The mechanics of detraction. Because there are traits in popular music where – should you be a serious scholar of sound – the default response is the snigger, a dismissive wave of the hand before something more worthwhile arrives on the turntable. Think: embarrassing lyrics, pompous stylings, a cloying longevity where the primary constant has … Continue reading Words Come Crashing In: Depeche Mode’s Violator Revisited