Gordon Legge – A Little Appreciation
I lost my bank cards last week. Of course I found them in my other trousers when I got home, but it was too late, I’d cancelled everything. No new books for a week. So I consoled myself with re-reading[…]

towards the development of more bettah sports!![…]

V – “Hip To Hip”
Popjustice’s pet boyband make – as you might expect – wonderfully infectious singles, and when I’ve seen them on TV the enthusiasm has crackled off the screen. But just what is it that makes […]

Here‘s something for use in the current discussion about the ‘state’ of the music journalism business.
On the Plan B forum, it prompted me to say that hating the NME was the new hating ‘manufactured chart pop’, even if t[…]

the gold to ciba-geigy, the silver to roche…
half-watching that c4 prog on doping last night, mark s and the “unspecified guests” solved the moral-philosophical problem of chemical enhancement viz like in grand prix, the teams shd[…]

BLIMEY! The olympics haven’t even started yet and already we’ve had world records, a footballing upset and a ferdinand-esque missed drug test. Stay tuned over the next three weeks for me waxing lyrical over keirin, synchronised diving a[…]

The Killers Press Posters.
This poster is labial pink, barbie pink, has the bands name in marquee lights, and the only image is a woman, cut off at the waist, back arched, stripper heels. It’s crass, it’s boring, it’s violent, it ha[…]

All the talk downscreen about the ‘uses’ of music got me thinking. Thinking about shelving. Sure, I ‘use’ music as much as the next blogger but the music I actually ‘use’ is pretty much entirely dependent on storag[…]