This Heat – “Cenotaph”
Cliches For A Reason: Not Knowing What Else To Do, Singers Sing Songs About 9/11 is an article @ the Village Voice by Douglas Wolk about sifting through a mountain of tapes culled from a call by the Voice for […]

Hear’Say accused of ‘beardism’: apparently in their search for a replacement for Kym Marsh Hear’Say have been turning away people with beards. They have now been accused of beardism by the Beard Liberation Front. To fans of th[…]

Pub adverts. As an integral part of the pub experience is drinking, it follows on logically that so is GOING FOR A WEE. In your favourite pub, you get to know the toilet as well as you know your favourite table and old mang regular. For example, the […]

POP-EYE 3/2/02
Oh pity the poor Pop-eye writer in the first three months of the year. No chart stability, a deluge of faceless no-mark new entries slapping in the top ten making the column long (and certainly longer the new NYLPM enforced limit of 50[…]

PAVEMENT — ‘We Dance’
My birthday was this past Saturday. I actually woke up around my official birthtime (7:34 AM EST) to the sound of my alarm clock bleating spitefully at me — ‘You moron, why’d you set your ala[…]

TEN SONGS WHICH WERE NOT WRITTEN BY THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS… is an I Hate Music special, now restored to its proper article status as part of a Freaky Trigger update. Also up we have the first C90 Go!, a series where writers review compilations in[…]

And why we’re talking FSA…they’re not playing, but their spirit of outrider psychedelia will be in full swing this October 10-12th at the 5th Terrastock (the mostly-annual festival of the Ptolematic Terrascope.) It’s back in […]

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[…]