TANYA’S RAINBOW OF RUBBISH XTRA: SIMPLY RED
Simply Gap-Toothed, Ginger Hair, White-Boy Soul Touting, Manchester United Supporting Shite more like.[…]

SELLING YOUR SOUL AT THE CROSSROADS
Or a response to Dave’s piece below on Beyonce’s stabs at diversifying via the movie business. For some strange reason Hollywood is showing little of its usual caution in these matters what with the loo[…]

TANYA’S RAINBOW OF RUBBISH: Red Red Wine – UB40
Let me count the ways I hate this record. At least two I think. Firstly it takes the name of booze in vain – a large enough crime in anyone’s books. It also completely spoils the[…]

THE ALEXANDRA -Clapham Common South Side
Word has it that Clapham isn’t known for its great pubs, and I am certainly not experienced enough to argue. I am a North London Boy and try not to venture this far south is possible. Nevertheless an aft[…]

HEY, MUSIC, LEAVE MY EYES ALONE
Colours eh? Or Colors as Ice-T would have it talking about the horrific habit of LA gangs to kill other youths merely for the bandana being worn. All terrible Mr T, but you would be a crazy fool to think writing a lous[…]

New Freaky Trigger Stuff!: that link is Sterling talking about voices and R&B – excellent piece, do check it out – and this is me attacking the cult of passion in rock criticism.[…]

LIGHTNING BOLT
“Do you like Lightning Bolt?” asks a foolish correspondent. No I do not like Lightning Bolt, they are a band. Only half a band mind you in that there’s only a drummer and a bassist, but a band nevertheless. They play […]

FROM THE “SUDDENLY THE REAL LIFE ROCK TOP TEN DOESN’T LOOK SO BAD” FILE: Metafilter users weigh in on worst band ever, results split between “all boy bands” and Creed. Be sure to seek out the post where Scott Stapp&#8217[…]

DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU’RE GOING TO? or YOU & ME ARE THROUGH
Not sure if this is real news to anyone, but Sarah’s snarkery regarding Bond Girls going P!O!P! (or attempting such an explosion) gives us a perfect opportunity to look at t[…]

The lamentable cost of drinking in London. In which Edward Sullivan (possibly the finest journalist working for the Evening Standard and the only pub & bar correspondant who seems to enjoy drinking) gives us a brief summary of what we already kn[…]