The kids are alright. They certainly want their disco if this story is anything to go by. Fridays in Edinburgh the schools finish at lunchtime, so there are gatherings of the tribes across the south side of town. Nu metal kids and goths are hanging a[…]

Can you use a pub up? This question seemed urgent and key last night, sitting in the All Bar One in Edinburgh’s Exchange Plaza. The point being: is there a limit to the number of times you can visit a pub (especially such a notorious compromise[…]

This will not do. The publog must form a key node of resistance in the war against the tyrrany of the banal drinkery. While I don’t necessarily believe the apocalyptic account of the decline of the ‘real’ pub, I cannot accept the c[…]

It would be sad if Pumpkin Publog became a graveyard for decent pubs, but I feel it only fair to erect a textual tombstone in honour of two sadly-deceased and much-missed Edinburgh pubs, both cellar bars near the uni, and both long-term refuges from […]

So there’s this pub. Native State. Well, it’s more of a bar-cafe-pub thing: food, drink, long beerhall type tables and all that. And the decor! It’s one of those theme pubs that doesn’t seem to know what its own theme is: rand[…]

Now I love the Human League as much as the next man. OK, possibly more than the next man, and perhaps more than is actually healthy. But in this monstrous double spread in the Guardian is buried a hideous and disturbing fact: “dance empire buil[…]

MARK ‘RUFF’ RYDER – Joy
Already been around for a while this one, but finally a proper release: i.e. on the singles racks at a Well-Known Record Store. (hah! no free plugs for Mr Branson. Oops…) You should already know this. I[…]

Morning after the pub before discussion turns to the Virgin Ambient Series. I am shocked to discover that I own 9 of these albums, mostly as they used to turn up in clearance sales for three quid each. What were Virgin thinking?[…]