From Cloudbusting to Captcha crunching: how the chase for Kate Bush tickets made us pine for days spent queuing in…
The circle of hip and why we shouldn’t fear the tattooed douchebags
Clive Martin’s essay on the “sad young douchebags who took over modern Britain” is a fascinating dissection of a generation…
Rattled bones and soft fruits… it must be my albums of 2013!
This was the year I bought more old music than new and, annoyingly, just as I got back into vinyl,…
Careless tweets cost raves
Allow me to time travel to a field in Bedfordshire, around a decade ago. It is busy with arrivals. Like…
Use your head – invest in vinyl?
From the collapse of HMV to anti-Thatcher chartjacking, we hear a lot about the death of physical music and the…
My night with Morrissey’s quiff
(Pictured above, L-R: Jude Stewart, Anna Doble) The tang of hairspray in the air, crushed daffodils underfoot, and the offer…
Kraftwerk’s Kinderspiel
Kraftwerk – The Catalogue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Tate Modern Kraftwerk are serious. Serious music…
Swamptronica & collage rock – the music I listened to in 2012
Some albums I bought and enjoyed this year, in no particular order. I’ve picked out one track from each LP…
In the beginning there was music, then came auto-tune
I bet Nick Clegg never imagined the music of Cher would impact upon his political career. But like a crazed…
Different decade, same class wars
Why does the British music scene oscillate wildly between posh and common? Since my birth as a music fan in…
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