Flying Saucer Attack — ‘Sally Free and Easy’
My grandfather passed away this morning. The only reason I can sit here now (thoughts as collected as can be I suppose) writing in a pop weblog is the fact that his passing had been &#82[…]

This weekend’s soundtrack – for me at least.[…]

PUBS WHAT HAVE BEEN DONE UP. It always makes me chuckle when a dingey old man’s pub is tarted up a la Nu Shoreditch in relentless pursuit of the upwardly mobile drinker, and fails to quite shake off the old clientele. Such a Waterloo stalwar[…]

Pubs In The Digital Age: a cautionary tale. This lunchtime my workmates and I decided to head out for a pub lunch – no boss, not much work on, a great opportunity yes? No. We arrived at The Railway in Wheatley, which is one of those ‘vill[…]

So in a wonderful example of synergy or timing or conspiracy, the Village Voice has released the results of its ‘Pazz and Jop Poll’ the very same week as Them Strokes Fellers are being analyzed here on FT. Placing number two and all is ac[…]

1) Can I begin with a footnote?1
It makes sense to do so, since for all intents and purposes the Strokes are a footnote – that least sexy of paratextual props2 – a scribbled quibble in the margin of pop history, not even parasitic (since that w[…]

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This is an article about the Strokes. Yes, yes: I realize it’s gauche to go on about the Strokes. Let’s get that out of the way as soon as possible: you may well feel that a lot more words have been written about this particular ban[…]

Moving Towards A Unified Theory Of Pop Music: This is possible the ultimate goal of NYLPM, though one which is rarely stated since many of our pop boffins secret believe it is impossible. Nevertheless I think I made a key discovery last night: all de[…]

Get back behind your desk: “”In London they say Tim, we love ya,” he rhymes on All Y’All, before dropping into a faux-cockney accent so lamentable even Dick Van Dyke would scoff. “They call me things like wicked and the […]

MILES DAVIS – Sketches Of Spain
As I’ve said before – I really, really hate Jazz. Jazz to music is what Whose Line Is It Anyway is to comedy – we forgive the crap jokes because they thought them up on the spot. Except with Who[…]