Important 102 Beats That News: if you haven’t done your 102 Beats That entry, can you get it done before March 7th please? (That’s two weeks time). If you’re interested in helping us write the ‘missing’ entries ourselves[…]

“I’ve been guilty of hanging around.” Yeah, me too: the last month or so I’ve turned my life into a lobby, never writing, neglecting everything except eating and sleeping, coming to life three or four times a week when I go ou[…]

Rosmary Clooney and Bing Crosby-On a Slow Boat To China
Clooney and Crosby talk over each other, interupt, butt in, convince, cajole. it is not the call and response that is normal in vocal jazz. This means you cannot hear all the words and because […]

I’ve just realised what my problem with Justin Timberlake’s “Cry Me A River” is. After all the insideous funky beat is one of the most joyous things in the charts at the moment, and Justin knows how to go falsetto for effect. […]

Talk of Spice Girls reunion is nonsense. Well they say careless talk costs lives but this is a bit harsh. There I was, down the pub the other day, trying to work out exactly when we would see the reunion tour* – and some spokesperson for a non[…]

“Guy With ‘Opinionated Personal Website’ Has Problem With Professional Music Writing”
No one really bothered to talk about the Pazz & Jop poll itself on NYLPM, with good reason, I guess: even Der Dean seems to lament the […]

Apparently a whole generation of latch-keyers reared on the NES, skateboard vids, and 7 Seconds albums are discovering the joys of rudimentary, home-cobbled electronics, raining cold gray slush – Residents chirrups, Whitehouse grind, Masonna sh[…]

Live Forever
Pop music has always been an audiovisual medium, but documentary movies about pop have been rare, and successful ones rarer still. Two problems confront the film-maker wanting to do more than simply record a performance. The most interes[…]

Patsy Montana- I want to be a Cowboy Sweetheart.
It hasn’t been camped up or reclaimed by anybody and not really known as well as it should be, considering it was the first song written by a woman to sell a million copies. Its not ironic and i[…]

The Ultimate Fop-Pop Explosion
When I hit the astroturf I knew it was serious. By the time I got to Battersea the next morning, my ankle resembled the Graf Zeppelin and each gear change felt like an angle grinder slicing through my leg. Only another […]