We’re through the looking glass – on the good side. Day Two is buffered at both ends, forming a temporary autonomous zone whose participants abandon property (I wake tumbling from my neighbours’ tent, raising no questions but only smiles on both sides) and identity (everyone else knew to dress up). Though there’s still only one stage, things are less […]
London is a much changed city from the one I left in 2004 for a one year stay in Australia that, out of nowhere, has turned into a full decade. So many of the venues and pubs have gone – from the Intrepid Fox to Bull & Gate to the never-ending Tottenham Court Road redevelopment […]
What? When did this come out again? Three months ago, you say? Oh WHO CARES. Gems like this ought to be dredged up again and again to save our souls from the marble-ogling masses. Why? ‘Cos I’m puh-SESSED. Fuck the headphones. FUCK ‘EM! This is 80-miles-per-hour music, (yeah,I said miles – SUCK IT, WORLD), the […]
I thought / I would / be more / than this Let no one convince you this is the finest album of the year. “Wasted Days” dropped jaws back in 2012 – and, don’t doubt it, I was flabbergasted the first time I heard this nine-minute master class of the modern-day guitar solo. It’s dramatic. […]
This isn’t guitar masturbation. It’s guitar blue balls. It’s guitar priapism. All build up, no release.
This is what it feels like to be alive in 2012 — connected to everything and more isolated than ever.
The anger on this album feels pretty real and palpable to me.