Dancing About Architecture goes eighties with an album-a-year trawl through what (sez they) made the Eighties less “synthy, spiky and safe”. In other words, ten albums which try to wrench back the 80s from their rightful nostalgiapop weir[…]

I Hear the Call: ace piece on the Backstreets’ “The Call” which manages to make the song (not one of my favourites) sound fascinating and underestimate it both at once. Darnelle’s point – that the delusional narrator of […]

Ordinarily I would post the Club Sussed playlist…but I was having too much fun to remember what I spun. Big shout outs to DJs Carsmile, Crow Atak and Constant Spray, see you on the 19th.
I am going on holiday, meanwhile – sorry about the […]

NB: You might have noticed a lack of Moments In Love updates lately. This is annoying but it’s not because I’ve got bored of the feature already – quite the contrary, I’m really excited about it. I’ve just been trapped d[…]

America’s Best Rock Band: according to Greil Marcus, it’s Sleater-Kinney. Now reading this article you might be struck by how irrelevant the opening paragraph is – about S-K meeting the Backstreet Boys and them not knowing who S-K w[…]

My Indie Life: five old pieces find their way into the FT archives, to make up for my being too busy to produce a new bit of writing this week (don’t worry – Ned has a few goodies lined up for an update towards the end of the week). They […]

Am I Cool Or Not?: sorry, dude.
Now, a new pic awaits you all. But here we come to a delicate matter which I had best address directly: I need pictures of women. The submissions pile for AICON is running low – if you’re reading this and y[…]

Resonant Frequency: Pitchfork have a habit of announcing ‘regular columns’ which last one instalment. Let’s hope this, from ILM regular and P-fork savant Mark Richard-San, bucks the trend – a thoughtful ramble down some intere[…]

Am I Cool Or Not?: pitifully few responses to this once-popular feature. Are you all just sick of it? The new one will be up tomorrow evening – for now, send in your guesses![…]

1. It’s June 8 2001 and I’ve a few hours to kill in London, so I walk. It’s a sunny day: most people look bored and in a hurry. Every now and then I stop and pick up one of the daily papers, which are all full of election talk. Arit[…]