The Ardent Fan-Boy Who Should Know Better: The Most Significant Albums Of 1994

It existed for an all-too-brief period. Candle fire, a flicker in the breeze. And yet for a year or two, Suede were arguably one of the most important acts on the planet. A highly precise strand of magic; the interplay between Brett Anderson’s vocals – sultry, androgynous, bathed in the kitchen-sink dramatics of lip-gloss and … Continue reading The Ardent Fan-Boy Who Should Know Better: The Most Significant Albums Of 1994

At The Behest Of The Record Gods: The Most Significant Albums Of 1992, Part One

A time of frenzy. Grainy and frayed about the edges perhaps, all those memories of snakebite nights in sweaty clubs and flea-pit venues, the fuzzy, fuggy music an urgency of soundtrack colours, a scrapbook filled with clear, sharp image. And maybe it’s just a kink in perception; that all those hours spent in record stores … Continue reading At The Behest Of The Record Gods: The Most Significant Albums Of 1992, Part One

Record Racks On Fire: The Most Significant Albums Of 1991, 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

A House Full Of Leaves: The Most Significant Albums Of 1990

Because there’s all kind of texture, of nuance going on. The way records were composed, crafted, compiled and ultimately assimilated by an audience ravenous for sound, again and again. And yet there’s an entire decade’s worth of contrasting context between – say – 1980 and a 1990. The changes (if that’s what they are) – … Continue reading A House Full Of Leaves: The Most Significant Albums Of 1990

Human Salvation Lies In The Hands Of The Creatively Maladjusted

Thinking, thinking. Of songs that start from before the beginning. Tracks that unfurl against constraints of personality; songs to expose your youth, to puncture your self-discovery, to portend your exploitation… and all the while white hot with the promise of engaging disappointment… You can contact LGM at lazerguidedmelody (at) gmail.com. An email from And Before … Continue reading Human Salvation Lies In The Hands Of The Creatively Maladjusted

FuckedUpFestiveFifty #23: A (Final) Morrissey Devotion

#23: Morrissey –Speedway (1994) “Devious, truculent and unreliable”, declared the High Court Judge, identifying certain traits of character that undermined the integrity of Morrissey’s evidence. Mike Joyce won the case, a redistribution of Smiths royalties that need not concern us here – for you know what? I’m deeply enamoured with Steven Patrick’s devious and truculent … Continue reading FuckedUpFestiveFifty #23: A (Final) Morrissey Devotion

A Morrissey Devotion: Used To Be A Sweet Boy / The Lazy Sunbathers

When this series of Vauxhall And I-related posts began, back when LGM was fresh-faced and a complete stranger to the mechanics of cynicism, I wrote something long and sprawling that attempted to articulate why it’s this album, above all the others Morrissey has been involved with, that leaves me breathless (indeed, I could go further; … Continue reading A Morrissey Devotion: Used To Be A Sweet Boy / The Lazy Sunbathers

A Morrissey Devotion: Lifeguard Sleeping, Girl Drowning

Words about Morrissey, the reflexive urge to deploy highly specific nodes of terminology. Phrases such as structure, depth, precisely paced, they clamour for inclusion, a direct symptom of a poetic narrative. There’s an astonishing amount of craft and guile to the construction of a Morrissey song – it’s present in the lyrics, but just as … Continue reading A Morrissey Devotion: Lifeguard Sleeping, Girl Drowning

A Morrissey Devotion: Why Don’t You Find Out For Yourself

The second half of Vauxhall And I, it isn’t boy racers. There’s no explicit grandstanding or playing to the gallery; the Karen and Sharon-loving David from Dagenham – his head full of clouds, his mouth stuffed with pie – he’s still a couple of albums away. Instead, a suite of songs defined by a graceful, … Continue reading A Morrissey Devotion: Why Don’t You Find Out For Yourself

A Morrissey Devotion: The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get

Flow. A tracklist assembled with intricate precision – it’s one of the reasons behind a semi-drunk, densely-worded music blog growing just that teensy-weensy bit tearful whenever Vauxhall And I struts towards the stereo (and I haven’t just admitted that, have I?). And so ‘Hold On To Your Friends’ begets the buzzing grandeur of ‘The More … Continue reading A Morrissey Devotion: The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get