A semi-regular series in which a misanthropic music blogger gets drunk and plays lots of records, at least some of which may be new to the odd reader or two. And because the sun is up, the sky is blue, it’s beautiful and so are you, there’s also words, as well as a lashed together … Continue reading Playlist for Pop Tarts – and Other Tracks They Don’t Play on the Radio
Meanwhile on Twitter, individual breakdowns of favourite début albums has been a “thing” on my timeline for a while – and jolly good reading all this has been too. There’s little for me to bring to the party… only that someone from a long ago twisted my arm to come up with my own interpretation, … Continue reading LGM’s 50 Favourite Début Albums: #50 to #41
The two biggest selling albums on this year’s list are both examples of commercial, adult-orientated “rock” music that operate under intriguingly slanted parameters – albeit the “rock” epithet is used in its widest configuration, and any fascination is derived from contrasting sources. The intelligence behind Radiohead’s The Bends is how it manages to exist as a mass-market … Continue reading A Stereo Full Of Wasps And Wow: The Most Significant Albums Of 1995, Part Two
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.
The man is old and toothless and he sits alone in the corner in his tired clothes, flat dregs in a pint glass on the table before him, and when he opens his mouth a soft burr of exertion forms across his features, as if the words of the ballad he’s tunelessly attempting to sing … Continue reading Self Portrait With Pram Record
Musical identity. In some cities it’s something discernible and distinctive, filaments festooned from club to gig to rehearsal room to the record stores that feed our addiction. Manchester would be one of those places. Liverpool, perhaps; Glasgow. It’s something to do with scene, with focus, something that caresses (to recall my romanticized youth) those graceful … Continue reading A Birmingham Electronica Postcard