MADONNA – Music
First things first: Garry Mulholland’s Guardian review of this album that Tom blogged last week was absurd and unintentionally hilarious, exemplifying all the worst aspects of the paper’s pop coverage. Familiar by n[…]

BADLY DRAWN BOY – Hour Of The Bewilderbeast
It won a prize, don’t you know? But trust me, all you need to know about this years Mercury Prize winner is encapsulated in its title. The album is an hour long. Question is, what came first, t[…]

The Guardian covers Pop Bitch: “The only thing we do which is really libellous is a thing on celebrities who have large penises – but we kind of assume no one would sue about that.”.[…]

My Booty: Tsch! You and your dirty minds. I refer, of course, to my swag from the Victoria Station WH Smiths 3 for £10 CD clearout. A mailing list sighs in relief.
Anyway, I’ve got nothing else to blog about.
What I got:
THE FALL – […]

Stankonia is an unofficial and anticipatory website/weblog dedicated to the upcoming Outkast album (also called Stankonia, by happy uncoincidence). Share the excitement![…]

“Anatomy Of An Indie Rock Break-Up” – that’s what the Blogger directory listings promised me, but damnation, this looks just like another weblog to me. Even that great title’s changed! Where’s the agony? The songs?[…]

 Brent Sirota tackles Can: “Eventually, the reviewer must concede that Live Music is simply a critical black hole, swallowing every turn-of-phrase lightlessly; it will evade all my descriptions, comparisons and evaluations. Nobody’s thou[…]

How Songs Are Picked For Now Compilations: no surprises here, I suspect. As the article suggests, Napster is moving the global music market from an album-based one to a song-based one, and compilation records are the first sign of that. Good thing to[…]

Like.com is a site which asks a load of stars – mostly pop, hip-hop and nu-metal stars – what their favourite books, music, etc. is. Some curious stuff in the rankings (The Bible and The Holy Bible are separate – presumably some ent[…]

Q is for….”Queen Bitch” by David Bowie, his awfully precious tribute/come-on to Lou Reed, complete with wet-lettuce glam chords and “bibbity-bobbity hat”. It’s a feeble reminder of Bowie as he was before Brobdignag[…]