Napster Bombs: that said, who needs lots of links when you have one as good as this! Hilarious. Thanks to Chris.[…]

Minimal updates of NYLPM today because all my energies have been spent on the Bad-Karma-fest that is I Hate Music. Not that I write any of it, you understand, but editing Tanya’s ravings for libellous material is a time-consuming process. Anywa[…]

SPACEMEN, SPIRITUALIZED, SPECTRUM
Let me start off by saying that Spacemen 3 made some good music: whether elemental, fuzzed-up and wasted, or minimal, pretty and wasted, their drugnoise tended towards the definitely cool. Except then they had to sin[…]

“And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain”.
As if anything could be more irrelevant than a gruesome two-some of love-birds from the University of Hull troubling us with their weedy acoustic sweet-nothings, surely the re-invented EB[…]

Bob Dylan sucks. Period. Anything else I write after this would be superfluous, but such is my hatred for him that I’ll continue.
Bob Dylan is a monstrous man. He has a face that gives nightmares to small children. That he continues to live is […]

Modest Mouse: The Moon & Antarctica: Pitchfork Review: two things come out of this review. 1) Pitchfork will lay down for any album with “thick” production values. 2) Brent DiCrescenzo is a much worse writer dealing with a record tha[…]

LAURIE ANDERSON – “O Superman”
Certain cricket commentators will have you believe that bowling is all about line and length. They would be wrong of course, these particular gentlemen being of a brusque and Yorkshire bent, apparentl[…]

THE STARLAND VOCAL BAND – “Afternoon Delight”
When I was a kid, I didn’t need to be told that “Hotel California” was about something epically dreadful, even if I thought it the hotel was supposed to be haunted by a[…]