By Mac Double …Finally, I remember you from the (very) early 90s when I was reading both the Melody Maker & the NME quite religiously. (This passion of mine nearly ruined my mom but I told her it was good for my English. It was.) You made three consecutive Pastels releases the ‘MM’ single of the […]
By Heath Sledger Go Away and Leave it all Behind : 2014/15 is a new (free) sampler from Brisbane-incepted indie label Bedroom Suck Records. The name invokes the will to get out there in the night and have a good time seeing bands or mates’ bands instead of staying in. Commendable enough, but the songs […]
By Alexandra Duguid I love bold women. I love brazen women. I love loud women. Unforgiving, passionate and with a touch of ego. I love watching these women on stage, because it is everything I have ever wanted to be. Which is why seeing The Coathangers, an all-gal punk three-piece from Atlanta, Georgia, left such […]
By Virginia Henslizley Brookyln’s Junglepussy ain’t just a rapper – she’s a healing property. Her iridescent skin consistently drenched in essential oils or sweat, her commanding stature and commanding words; she stands at six-foot tall, her raps contain motifs from her personal teachings, with her debut release Satisfaction Guaranteed playing out like a self-help guide […]
Photography: Ebony Rose
Listening to ‘Air Balloon’ sans distractions, as pure music, as pure human transmission, as I have been for an hour now, it seems to summate everything that’s broken with my relationship to British pop music.
Alex Turner’s Brits acceptance speech was everything that rock’n’roll is meant to be: unpredictable, dumb, funny, exciting and attention-grabbing. But it was so much more than that. It was a call to arms.
Ohhh, Charlotte. How I adore thee. I hear this and I want to be up on deck with you, scouring the seven seas with your bad pirate self.
Girls don’t need to be giddy and blatantly physical to subvert the male cock-rock structure, y’know. Sometimes, you need to play the victim.