I Love Lucy. Never just a review. Always a gorgeous, sensual, philosophical account of why music is so fucking important.
6 (and a bit) favourite musical encounters from the first half of 2011, around which the miscellany of life lies
Most are gigs. Music lives in open air.
A record’s ability to make me feel punched in the chest is a surefire sign that I like it.
Something to do with believing in the power of music
I love it when Radiohead write proper, hummable pop songs.
A feast of cryptic poetics sound tracked by sleepy-eyed saxophones and smooth grooves.
This album blows my mind every time I listen to it.