I is for….”I Want You More Than Ever” by The Clientele. As The Clientele continue their slow creep towards some small-scale kind of fame (with a sound as instant and recognisable as theirs, it’s pretty much assured), you just […]

IHM LYRIC WATCH 6: SEND OFF THE CLOWNS
Smokey Robinson may have been “America’s greatest living poet” (called so by none other than Bob Dylan, a compliment quite on a level with being called America’s greatest landscape artist[…]

THIN LIZZY – Jailbreak
You can just imagine the police not taking Phil Lynott altogether seriously as a snitch. With a hairdo / tache combination only seen on seventies footballers and a penchant for leather trousers – it would be like a […]

H is for….”Hit ‘Em Up” by 2Pac. Greg tells me there are other records I need to hear before I can fully understand Tupac’s fatal diss, though rightly points out that a track which begins “I fucked your bitch, you f[…]

G is for….”Garden” by The Fall, from the 1983 classic Perverted By Language. Their records at that point were a mixture of lively sarcasm and a thick, inscrutable brutalism. Knotty riffs, garage monobeats and fat, menacing keyboard […]

The Spiller article Tom linked to gives me the impression that it was written by an indie fan. (At this point I admit that I don’t read Tangents so I’m going entirely on the one article here.)
“Groovejet” is, in effect, no dif[…]

F is for….”For Doz That Slept” by Black Sheep. Marvellous slice of party hip-hop whose only lyrics are “Fuck you”, sung, rapped and scratched in every which way you can think of. Courtesy of the mighty Brian M., who says[…]

MADONNA REALLY THOUGHT SHE COULD SLIP THIS BY ME?
She’s just like the Queen Mum these days – is Madonna. Everybody loves her for dropping sprogs, going out with rubbish British gangster film directors and finally given up the idea that be[…]

E is for….”Everything Happens To Me” by Julie London: this irascible reviewer/fan accentuates Julie’s sultriness, but on this wittiest of songs what gets me is how well she uses arched-eyebrow resignation to paper over heartbr[…]

D is for…”Don’t Talk (Put Your Head On My Shoulder)”, one of the more sublimely wimpy cuts from Pet Sounds. Kathleen found this article, which takes a pop at that album’s canonical status. Fair enough, Pet Sounds is an o[…]