Well, I do feel obligated to report on Hookworms’ progress before the year ends, given that our chief hypemonger confessed a junky-like addiction to their roller coaster debut (or really, just the opener) last year. And seems the bloke would shout down a megaphone to the masses about how much a song can move him […]
I cannot resist anything that makes my brain go comatose. Anything that solid and liquid and rooted in repetition and a solidly fermented groove and Austin. I cannot resist anything that causes me to veg out.
Bangs fuck! Such AWESOME psychedelia from Leeds Hookworms!
Sub Pop even released my version as a seven-inch, the worst-selling on the label
Holy Bangs, but they get it. Many bands have tried to use Spaceman 3, or perhaps 13th Floor Elevators, as a leaping off point. They all fucking miss it. Almost every single one. Indeed, just about the last band I caught that did get it was Queens Of The Stone Age, circa their first album. […]
Despite the assertion from the editor of Mess And Noise that my blogging is all “NME this, or Franz Ferdinand that”, my desk seems to be currently sadly bereft of new releases from major labels, or even major indie labels. Instead, I’m reduced to scrabbling around among the scrag-ends of cultural abandon – or, as […]
This is here, because I was sent a promo of the new Roky Erickson album – his first studio album in 13 years, recorded with pseudo lo-fi stadium rockers Okkervil River. (Did I just imagine that number?) Folk always think I must know and love Mr Erickson much more than I do. I think the […]