And to return to NYLPM’s favourite topic:
Oops, she’s doing it again!: from the new Salon (which is slow-to-load and now looks entirely undistinctive) an insightful look at the Britney phenomenon. The sub-editors take the predictable kid[…]

The Lars dance: Bjork’s Cannes winner is “a middlebrow film, for people with posters of Björk on their bedroom wall” – ouch. I have to say that I’m pretty much put off by the phrase “Bjork’s childlike perfor[…]

DUEL!: And today, it’s Kid Rock vs The Cardigans. Not that I want to influence you unduly or anything, but Kid Rock (allegedly rubbish new single aside) is boss, whereas the Cardigans are as their name suggests a heap of neutered shite.[…]

CLEARLAKE – “Don’t Let The Cold In”(CD Single, Dusty Company)
Clearlake’s singer can’t, to get that out the way. But as everyone knows there are good non-singers and bad non-singers: Mr. Clearlake sounds like Billy[…]

Napster Bombs: that said, who needs lots of links when you have one as good as this! Hilarious. Thanks to Chris.[…]

Minimal updates of NYLPM today because all my energies have been spent on the Bad-Karma-fest that is I Hate Music. Not that I write any of it, you understand, but editing Tanya’s ravings for libellous material is a time-consuming process. Anywa[…]

SPACEMEN, SPIRITUALIZED, SPECTRUM
Let me start off by saying that Spacemen 3 made some good music: whether elemental, fuzzed-up and wasted, or minimal, pretty and wasted, their drugnoise tended towards the definitely cool. Except then they had to sin[…]

“And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain”.
As if anything could be more irrelevant than a gruesome two-some of love-birds from the University of Hull troubling us with their weedy acoustic sweet-nothings, surely the re-invented EB[…]

Bob Dylan sucks. Period. Anything else I write after this would be superfluous, but such is my hatred for him that I’ll continue.
Bob Dylan is a monstrous man. He has a face that gives nightmares to small children. That he continues to live is […]

Modest Mouse: The Moon & Antarctica: Pitchfork Review: two things come out of this review. 1) Pitchfork will lay down for any album with “thick” production values. 2) Brent DiCrescenzo is a much worse writer dealing with a record tha[…]