For What We Lack In Immediacy, We Gain In Texture: The Most Significant Albums Of 2002

2002. 2 Many DJ’s. Everywhere. As Heard On Radio Soulwax Pt. 2. An involuntary aural companion, at times. Inescapable. Nights out. Days in. Who the hell invited you? became the question planted across my chops. Because ‘No Fun’ by The Stooges and ‘Push It’ by Salt ‘n’ Pepa are the same track, yes? Skee-Lo’s ‘I … Continue reading For What We Lack In Immediacy, We Gain In Texture: The Most Significant Albums Of 2002

People Should Be Continuing To Make Noise: The Most Significant Albums Of 2000, Part Two

Complementary notions. Certain records work when played back-to-back. Nothing intentional – they just seem to fit. I usually like to follow Mer De Noms, the fuzzy, début album from “rock super-group” A Perfect Circle, with Queens Of The Stone Age and their rather quite fine Rated R LP. Commercial heavy rock (for want of a … Continue reading People Should Be Continuing To Make Noise: The Most Significant Albums Of 2000, Part Two

The Sound Of Young Scotland: The Most Significant Albums Of 1998, Part Two

Scotland. Funny old place. Rains rather frequently. Stunning topography – all glens and lochs and mountainsides – yet Jesus choose to populate such invigorating scenery with characters Irvine Welsh pulled from early drafts of Trainspotting for being too unrealistic. Silly Jesus. Oh, and they have bands, too. Wet Wet Wet – they were good. The … Continue reading The Sound Of Young Scotland: The Most Significant Albums Of 1998, Part Two

FuckedUpFestiveFifty #31: Idlewild

#31: Idlewild – Actually It’s Darkness (2000) The chemistry of the three minute single. The filter through which music is viewed as a series of overblown, headphone-clad pronouncements, the mechanics of attraction (welcome to Lazer Guided Melody, the music blog where you’re never more than four minutes and thirty-three seconds away from pretentious proclamation – … Continue reading FuckedUpFestiveFifty #31: Idlewild

Far Too Much Idlewild

This is rapidly becoming a blog of discarded articles. Of curling up on the sofa with laptop draped across torso, cursor blinking, words tumbling out – but the wrong words, in the wrong order. So forgive me – you’re not going to read of becoming attuned to cultural, musical differences picked up through living in one place … Continue reading Far Too Much Idlewild