“We all know pop music sucks in the year 2000”, or according to this site we do. So why am I pointing to this primitive rubbish? Well, jack up your speakers and you too will understand. What in Kurt’s name were they thinking?[…]

The first must-visit link of the evening is the welcome return of the legendary Radio On. Radio On as a fanzine and as a hushed whisper on the rockcrit grapevine (cause obviously it wasn’t a fanzine anyone in Britain knew about) was the direct […]

Heaven Help Us!: how I would love to see the local press coverage of this one.[…]

Twenty Underappreciated Bands Of The Nineties: Disco Inferno! Yeah! Loads of indie pony! Um….(thanks to Vaughan for the link).[…]

Jiffysquid and Simulare are new – well, new to me – music blogs turned up by Kathleen a little while back. Styles: Jiffysquid is pleasingly big-print and is also pro-indie rock, though not as single-minded on that front as some. It’[…]

Simon Reynolds picks his dance albums of the year: a tempting list, I have to say. What I find interesting are the hybrids he’s identifying between IDM and gabba, and IDM and booty bass – I’m personally having plenty of fun explorin[…]

As well as a regulation-issue news service (“win TONS of prizes” etc.), online music site Vitaminic runs a weblog. And it’s a very good one. It doesn’t have its own site, piggybacking on the general Vitaminic news one, so you&[…]

Being a sad Mojo-reading dadrock-loving sort, I can follow up this post with mention of the notorious Moby Grape singles scam, where said band released five singles on one day, each with a different A-Side and B-Side taken from their forthcoming debu[…]

Another Best Of 2000 List: a.m.a. veteran and mailing list pal Kris S. provides a heavily annotated best-of for an end of year poll I’m running on said list. I like it so much I ask to run it on the site. So here it is![…]

POP EYE 7/1/2001
Right you fuckers listen up. It’s January. Outside it is cold. I am forced to wear a coat which makes me look like a 1982 Echo And The Bunnymen fan. The potential indignity of falling plum on my arse is near-constant. British w[…]