PopJustice: Will I never tire of linking to PopJustice? Not until they go shit, and that’s not happened yet. Another week, another laugh.[…]

This is my life, and this is how it reads…: I have no idea whether April’s pita is always this music-centric but it seems to be at the moment. Music weblogs go! And yes, the Smiths are better than B & S, duh.[…]

Cliff Richard. An easy target, you say? Why yes! But in the Great War, when a plucky Tommy dragged himself across the hell of No-Man’s-Land to the German lines, and there saw a machine-gunner having a quick fag, do you think he said to himself,[…]

Dancing About Architecture is back with a modest proposal to bin rock star interviews once and for all (but why are they pickin’ on poor Britney, OUR FUTURE QUEEN? The cads.) They miss the main reason not to bother interviewing rock stars: the […]

What’s My Muthafuckin’ Name? “I once interviewed Mos Def, as enlightened as an MC as you could hope for, and the most excited he got was when he was talking about ultratrashy album covers used by Master P’s dire No Limits labe[…]

In the heart of Middle England over the weekend, I killed time with my copy of Palatine, the mostly excellent and entirely out-of-print Factory Records compilation. That official site is in some kind of construction limbo, and this would appear to be[…]

Moby Sells Out (link via Catherine). Oh Lordy, it’s Ironminds again, the voice of musical common sense, and I don’t mean that as a compliment. This article overlooks the main reason why all 18 tracks of Moby’s Play have been license[…]

The Age: Popstars: more tactics than talent? “Pop stars are the antithesis of work. Or they should be.”. Frothy but interesting article from Everett True. Yes, I can’t believe I’ve written that sentence either. His argument fa[…]

Eek! You go home for one weekend and you find when you come back you find you’ve turned into a blog-meme. Or something very similar. Thanks to Prolific, my little Top 100 Albums list has rapidly become the most-hit thing on the site over the la[…]

A 1993 12″ on Bob Stanley’s Icerink label , a whispering campaign suggested that Supermarket where none other than Kraftwerk themselves, sneaking out of retirement and into anonymity. Of course Supermarket were nothing of the sort: but it[…]