You see, some of us still remember the secret history of the 1980s. Not me. Most of it is blinding white light followed by blinding white light followed explosions of noise followed by the sound of puke splattering onto the pavement from the side of a taxi followed by useless imagination followed by a stage […]
I exist on the fringes of polite society. Sometimes I’m accepted. Sometimes I’m expected. More often than not, my dialogue plays out like this. There’s a bug in the machine. A virus. It stops shit from reaching you. I know it does. Every time we reach 47 seconds. It’s not a coincidence. Forty-seven seconds, and […]
In the 80s, me and Geoff The Postman would have a competition to see who could dance the fastest, keep up the longest, with Big Flame and (later) Dog-Faced Hermans.
God Equals Genocide sing plaintively in Spanish language over rolling anarcho rhythms
The debut Cannanes single was the third record that David Nichols brought across to my house in Willesden Green that fateful day in 1985. I’m not saying that I liked it… but I made it Single Of The Week in the NME, and then formed a record label (Calculus) with my future house-mate Jamie to […]