I’m as keen as Greg to see UK Garage get exposure in America, but I can’t realistically see it happening – because (and I know this will seem like a sweeping and, to some, offensive statement) it just doesn’t fit into the port[…]

Beat generation: The Observer looks at the growing phenomenon of the UK Garage scene. There’s only a little bit of interest here to the reasonably aware UK music fan, but US readers should definitely take a look to find out a bit more about wha[…]

The beauties and evils of Napster: I download an interesting (and apparently “rare!!!”) track but I don’t really know what it is.
Please, somebody, tell me where this is from, what it’s meant to be or why it was made. It sound[…]

Netscape Communicator 4.72 being what it is (less stable than 4.7 for one) my follow up to this was lost in the blogging ether. As it stands, you’ll have to suffice with this summary: Napster and the MP3 revolution increasingly mean that each d[…]

Whenever our old friend Nicholas Currie wants to tell us how, you know, *radical* and *sexual* and *dangerous* his music is compared to all those *repressed* and *parochial* Brit-rockers (hmmm … Fran Healy hollering his way through “Turn&[…]

I Hate Music appears to have a kindred spirit in indieshite, which promises to be unremitting in its venomous bile and loathing for anything and everything. [link from us|against|them]
And coincidentally, it occurs to me that I have no idea whether T[…]

For so long, as a matter of moral principle, I despised DMX. Hated the blatant simplicity of his music’s production values, hated the way his every emotional response was intoned as a blood-red tabloid headline, hated the way he played into th[…]

I don’t know why I find myself listening so obsessively to Max Tundra’s skittering electro-jazz, since its air of aimlessness and slight self-satisfaction clash with my current aesthetic of self-promotion and self-belief. It has overtones[…]

I drifted away – the Guardian reviews the Festival Of Drifting. The mysterious asterisk next to the name of the event is actually the rating out of a possible five stars; one star, the paper tells me, means “terrible”. Is it just me[…]

Having “the rock” is often assumed to be a singularly male obsession. We chicks have got more important things to worry about that strapping on a set of leather strides, damaging our sleek body curves with ungainly guitar straps and stand[…]