MUSIC WITH STUPID TITLES THAT MY PSEUDO-INTELLECTUAL WORKMATE SHOWED ME LAST NIGHT
Last night I went to a workmate’s house for a dinner party. Fine, thought I, it can’t be so bad. That was, until he broke out the music of the shameless: j[…]

THE CHAMELEONS – “Swamp Thing”
On paper, we should owe The Chameleons everything: every grand swoop, passioned howl and gritted-teeth gesture of modern rock might stem from these North-East die-hards. I should be cursing them now fo[…]

Freaky Trigger sexier than Pitckfork shocker. Not that we’ve got any photographic evidence to back this up (Fred’s notorious pictures aside), but hey, we had two genders at our pub meet.[…]

Diamanda Galas reviews a bunch of singles – a million times more entertaining than the notion of D.G. reviewing a bunch of singles suggests. I’d seen Galas doing the Invisible Jukebox thing in The Wire and while entertaining she was very […]

Tangents talking about the Magnetic Fields gig I went to last week. Shame forces me to admit that it was most probably my friend Pete who Mr.Fitchett heard compare the Magnetic Fields to Neil Hannon, since we were sitting next to the Tangents guru. I[…]

Serfs and toffs… – a Finn’s-eye view of English popular culture. Hard to decipher, but the promised book might well be fascinating.[…]

SONGS BASED ON THAT GAME OF FOOTBALL THEY HAD ON CHRISTMAS DAY BETWEEN THE TRENCHES DURING WORLD WAR ONE
Pretty specific that one Tanya, I hear you cry. How many can there be, for such a footnote in military history. Well, as is the case whenever Eng[…]

HOW COULD I FORGET?
Quite easily, as usual. Andy Summers had one brief flush of glory before fading into shelf-stacking resentment. Oh yes. He recorded an album, you see – an ‘experimental’ album, if you will – with Robert Fri[…]

CALL THE COPS
Photofit-alike Sting has a voice like the air being slowly let out of a balloon.
Stewart Copeland has been responsible for the soundtracks of some of the most awful films ever made – Good Burger, Rapa Nui, Highlander 2 (The Quick[…]

FIRST I WAS AFRAID, I WAS PETRIFIED – or how to leave a party with dignity in tact
Well Gloria, it?s a crying shame this fear did not manifest itself as much-deserved stage-fright on account of your shockingly bad cabaret act, or in fact, liter[…]