And on the eighth day the Lord did decree that every band from our misspent youth must reform. Preferably for a few statement gigs before the summer festival season ramps up. Were there mixed emotions drifting across the auditorium before the band took the stage? It’s easy to be cynical, perhaps pays to be cynical, … Continue reading Review: Ride, Glasgow Barrowlands, 22 May
Nostalgia. It’s a weird beast, phoney and shallow and too liberal with its affections. This series of posts concerns itself with records that are intrinsically relevant today as well as back in the day – any nostalgic traits present are purely a by-product. Yet there are occasions when this force can be harnessed for good … Continue reading Turntable Tenement Highs: The Most Significant Albums Of 1992, Part Two
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
#5. Ride – Chelsea Girl (1990) There’s no precise methodology to any of this. No complex algorithm, no scoring matrix where the merits of this song or that track are extrapolated, dissected, then reassembled against a backdrop of fifty favourite tunes. Thus it’s a given that the attraction of certain tracks owes as much to context, … Continue reading FuckedUpFestiveFifty #5: Ride
Live blogging; it’s the future. I’m typing this in real time from the KP Nuts Field at this year’s – or maybe next year’s – Glastonbury, hammering at the virtual keys of my Apple iPob XII with magic fingers whilst in a far-off, shimmering distance, Lady Gaga or Lulu or some such perform the songs … Continue reading Knowing someone who knows someone who knows Alan McGee quite well.
Britpop. At the time it felt pretty naff – and in retrospect looks even sillier – but the zeitgeist had spoken nonetheless. Indie was where it was at; girls and boys with guitars were dusting off their parents’ Kinks records, watching The Italian Job, channelling the spirit of Dick Van Dyke, then arriving on the … Continue reading Britpop Elvis