DACHAU 29 APRIL 1945
ed. Sam Dunn
Frankly, I hated the slew of ‘greatest generation’ books and movies and stuff that came out in the late nineties in America. It struck me as a convulsive reaction on the part of baby boomers seeming to s[…]

NEW ORDER
Waiting for the Sirens’ Call
It’s good, it is. In fact it’s better than good, it’s freakin’ great. But I’ll hold off on a fuller discussion about it now, suffice to say that no, it isn’t Technique[…]

Meet The Fockers is in a lot of ways a pale rerun of Meet The Parents. But oddly it is a much more assured film than MTP, in as much as with the exception of one actor, everyone else is a really good comic actor. That acotr of course is Bob De Niro, […]

Takako Araki

I still get very frustrated by the web sometimes. I guess if I weren’t the kind of person who desperately wants to know more about a particular modern Japanese ceramic artist, and would stick with porn and Lord Of The Rings, I&#82[…]

Day 20: New Jersey
AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 LOUSY TUNES
After my random act of arson the night before, I managed to bed down in a church which kept open all night in Harlem. Pews are not all that comfortable, but it was the rude awakening I got the nex[…]

The Lord Palmerston is a solid gastropub. Usual fayre, spartan look. It did however have a good line in locals and banter, which became evident when the various rugby types were barred from the pub for supporting the wrong team, and roundly abused ac[…]

THE FT TOP 100 SONGS
89. REEL 2 REEL feat THE MAD STUNTMAN – “I Like To Move It”
This had a previous life as “Jazz It Up” by the Erick Morillo Project, a funky disco-house number which no doubt kept many a party rollin&#[…]

Where have all the good themes gone?
In the pub on Friday night a question was posed – what was the last really good TV theme? It sparked plenty of discussion. We took a rockist position on the subject, dismissing the two most prevalent trends […]

When random acts of kindness GO BAD: a heartwarming tale of charity, neighbourliness, and litigation.[…]

Hardcore, but they don’t know the score
Midnight. Berlin. You want to go a club. You see the sign:

It looks the part. Reassuringly brusque bouncer. Cool Berliners moving to German art-rock sounds.
And then you here a cheer go up.
A song start[…]