Lazer Guided Melody – Tangents From Listening To Too Many Records
Tangents From Listening To Too Many Records
<<<<< This way for #50 to #41 (also for the arcane exclusion rules). A series in which I sit here growing steadily more inebriated whilst a conviction swells that I’ve got all the right records, but very much in the wrong order. Next episode out soon. #40 Wire / Pink Flag “Pink Flag was a fractured snapshot … Continue reading LGM’s 50 Favourite Début Albums Part Two: #40 to #31
Eighteen months or so ago a music blog not too far from this parish began digging through each year from 1980 onwards. Some attempt to tweeze out a list of horribly important albums (the particulars of which live here). Only, for reasons unfathomable and unexplained (I got drunk. I fell into a ditch. I accidentally … Continue reading Vinyl, And A Large Bottle Of Gin – The Most Significant Albums Of 2008
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
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
Records. They’re all about occasion, about ceremony, the calibrations (and hazy accidents) of tempo, temperament, the string arrangement, the overt use of theramin. Of the detail behind each percussion loop, songs that crackle with expectancy, or through memory, or merely stalk the innards of the stereo speakers, refusing to exit without a court order. As … Continue reading Snowfall In The House Of Love
The venue was some hipster pad tucked away in the old canal district. A former warehouse, stripped and remodelled, the usual call-signs of generic bohemia. It was a long, thin space – part artist’s studio, part desirable residence – and defined by its exposed brickwork, its high ceilings, the structures and intricacies of minimalism at … Continue reading The DJ’s Crap, Let’s Start a Fire
Roll call: drunks, pugilists, argumentatives. The children run and scream about, dressed like hoodlums or cheap hookers, whilst on the street corner, the three men in their sombre suits bark unintelligible gibberish about Jesus into their dodgy, portable P.A. system. I’m still not certain that I’ve got this city, understood it on any level beyond … Continue reading Machine Gun
Lazer Guided Melody - Tangents From Listening To Too Many Records 