With its impromptu gargling and glugging, ‘Goldfish’ is a classic of its kind.
Trixie’s Big Red Motorbike were so twee they were beyond twee.
Winston Echo. He makes Daniel Johnston sound like Daniel Johnston. He makes Clive Pig sound like Clive Pig. He makes Lesbo Pig sound like Lesbo Pig. (See what I did there?) He makes Ivor Cutler sound indubitably like Ivor Cutler. And so on. He doesn’t like folk making jokes along the lines of “Is there […]
Again, a case of accidental discovery via iTunes. I’m increasingly of the opinion this is a fine and noble way to discover music, if you can manage it. I’ve spent several fruitless afternoons in Rocking Horse Records, trying to think of an album to buy – discounted Death, cos I’d been promised that: discounted Monks, cos […]