I have a love-hate relationship with drugs in music. I – of course – am a clean living girl and would never take the things myself. Unless they were sleeping pills to avoid listening to the Velvet Underground. (I am not saying I would nee[…]

A difficult one this, as a member of another rock band writes asking me to criticise a group I have never actually heard. Where is the sense of musicianly community, I ask you? I write back, pointing out that my ears have remained happily unsullied b[…]

If Semisonic were indeed semi-sonic, that would mean that they would be barely audible, and that could only be an improvement. Semisonic, in their skittish reconstructed way released a song called “Secret Smile” which was all about a woma[…]

Of all the foul inventions – a poll which forces me to choose between two behemoths of mediocrity like The Stereophonics and Travis, the least defensible acts doing the rounds in Britain. A poll which saw the swift exit of REM and the even swif[…]

If there’s one thing I hate, and obviously there’s more than one or I wouldn’t be doing this, it’s Musical Chameleons. You know the type: those musicians who either ride the bucking bronco of the sonic zeitgeist, or defy the s[…]

There is one very obvious way to attack “Imagine”: you can accuse John Lennon of hypocrisy. He had, like, loads of money, and yet he was singing “Imagine no possessions” Isn’t that ironic, man? This argument was pursued […]

You want to know an overrated record? I’ll show you an overrated record – John Lennon’s Plastic Ono Band, an embarrassing forty-minute therapy session paid for first of all by the mugs at his record company and secondly by punters f[…]

Now I’ve no idea why anyone would want to be possessed by John Lennon. He had appalling taste in glasses for one (have you ever tried to read with glasses like that – its like watching a television inside a washing machine). He wrote Imag[…]

Face it, every single note of music ever committed to paper, vinyl, CD, zeroes and ones sucks harder than Linda Lovelace in a sucking competition with a black hole. There is absolutely nothing going for music. It just plain sucks.
“Wait a minut[…]

OH FOR GOD’S SAKE…
You go away for one weekend and this awaits you when you get back. No, no and a million times no, Sisqo’s “Thong Song” is NOT the best song of the year, you wretched bunch of perverts. He’s a rep[…]