1999. A playlist shaped and sculpted by statements of familiarity. Albums by Arab Strap (Elephant Shoe). By The Auteurs (How I Learned To Love The Bootboys) and Belle And Sebastian (Tigermilk); acts this blog is forever banging on about. In my day job, I’m a spokesperson for The Dawn Of The Replicants Appreciation Society (Wrong … Continue reading From Sleazy To The Stratosphere: The Most Significant Albums Of 1999
Should you be in the business of calibrating your time on this planet against adventures in audio, it becomes easy to grow excited when contemplating the release schedules of certain years. It’s something you could label as nostalgia if you’re feeling unkind, but in reality it’s an essence far more dynamic than that – a … Continue reading The Impact Of The Vinyl Stash: The Most Significant Albums Of 1997, Part One
For the last week or two I’ve been trading emails with Music Insanity, fellow blogger of all things sonically wonderful – and nowhere near as drunk or misanthropic as me. The subject: Blur, the interest: perception. Because we arrive at the subject from different angles: fan vs hesitant, Canadian vs British, vinyl fetishist vs vinyl … Continue reading Thoughts In The Key Of Blur
1993, and we’re fast approaching the point in the show where the type of music generally written about here – broad canvas alternative, indie disco, guitar-orientated pop; call it what you will – began to infiltrate the mainstream with far greater enthusiasm (especially from a British perspective). And with that infiltration arrived an edge of … Continue reading Snakebite And Black: The Most Significant Albums Of 1993, Part One.
This is how it begins. Lists of records, the significant weight of records, listening as some sort of benediction, a scratching at an itchy soul – and then 1991. Records and records and records, a pilgrimage to the turntable, and an overbearing sensation that we’re here to praise Whirlpool by Chapterhouse to the nth degree. … Continue reading Record Racks On Fire: The Most Significant Albums Of 1991, Part One
It was always destined to be a weird summer. The music we listen to is such the conversant currency, it was somewhat inevitable that the wider agenda would bleach across this aural perception. For those preoccupied during Geography 101, the UK is an unremarkable gaggle of windswept islands moored somewhere in the North Atlantic as … Continue reading And Then I Dreamt That Avant-Garde German Bands Were Playing For The Queen
Continuing in the same old vein, the prissy stalk through early/mid ’90’s musical cul-de sac entertainment. Long hair that wafted in a breeze scented patchouli, and evenings following the same old alignment – The Evening Session, then John Peel, and finally the forced march up the hill to the town’s bedraggled student club; witching hours … Continue reading Making Amends With The Blue Aeroplanes