Six alternative reviews of the new Primal Scream album More Light
Edgy, like pulling the wings off butterflies.
Song of the day – 574: The Thin Kids ft. Kate Nash
There’s this slightly pathetic, socially inept indie boy, see. He idolises women. He wants to be with the women, understands instinctively that he’d have more fun if he was with the women
Ten misconceptions about Collapse Board and Savages
Ten misconceptions about Collapse Board and Savages. Number one: that we care if they’re manufactured.
Song of the day – 573: Marsheaux
This could, I suspect, be called synth-pop without much fear of contradiction.
A letter from a Nirvana fan
It is raining heavily in Utrecht, Netherlands, 1:55 AM, a dark and dreary night filled with feedback and grungy slippery guitar overtones wailing from my imagination into my eardrums. I’ve been listening to Leadbelly, Half Japanese and Nirvana. A few minutes ago I finished your 2005 book on that little band from Olympia or Aberdeen or wherever. A million miles away from me, in any case.
Screaming Match @ The Primitive Room, Spring Hill, 26.04.13
Music fills a need. Occasionally, I need to see folk being themselves – selves that I like – to remind me of what I’m not.
Two songs about doing the laundry and perhaps the greatest single ever made
Just because I’m in that sort of mood, you know.
DO YOU WANT WORK EXPERIENCE WITH COLLAPSE BOARD?
Working at Collapse Board isn’t all writing about bands no one’s heard of, not getting sent albums and being refused places on guest lists. Sometimes we get abused as “boring, self satisfied hipster cunts” too
Song of the day – 572: Hot Fruit
The video is so striking, it’s easy to overlook how rad the music is. And the music certainly is rad.
Song of the day – 571: A Cartoon Graveyard
I looked down at the pile of vomit shimmering in the gutter, shaking and still feeling nauseous. “That’s funny,” I thought to myself, picking a bit of Jodie Foster out the remains. “I don’t remember listening to that.”
The Season of The Witch | 55 songs about witches
This, we’re told, is the Season of The Witch. I beg to differ, at least for the reasons given. I like witches.
A fitting playlist for her funeral | 30 Songs about Margaret Thatcher
Here’s what I’ll be playing, come the day of her funeral.
Book Review – The City is Ablaze! The Story of A Post Punk Popzine 1984 – 1994
It costs the same as 3 issues of Mojo, or 6 weeks’ worth of NME’s, and it’s a dozen times more likely to change your life.
How to write a press release
Why would we make this music that is The Terror – this bleak, disturbing, hopeless record…?? I don’t really want to know the answer that I think is coming: that WE were hopeless WE were disturbed (but we didn’t have a longing to NOT be disturbed) and, I think, accepting that some things are hopeless…or letting hope in one area die so that hope can start to live in another?? Maybe this is the beginning of the answer.
That ‘difficult’ 11th album syndrome
I have tried to include albums generally viewed as ‘classic’, out of respect to Primal Scream’s tradition of reusing Rolling Stones riffs.
A review of ‘Mosquito’, the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs album, based only on the press release
Nice to know there’s a deluxe album but it might as well be a complete fucking Smithsonian Library of Recorded Yeah Yeah Yeahs Burps for all it matters to us, as we sure as shit ain’t going to be hearing it any time soon.
Song of the day – 569: Ashley Eriksson
And now I’ve found this, and I’m more than happy. For this is how I remember Olympia, WA. Ask any of my old friends. Magical.
A review of ‘Wolf’ by Tyler, The Creator based only on the front cover
Ultimately, this cover is showing that Tyler knows. And he’s grown. Oh, how he’s grown. From chirpy chirpy creep creep to troubled young resentful mogul.
Song of the day – 568: The Whistling Joy Jumpers
If they charge by the rhyme, you couldn’t afford the Album. If they charge by the joy, it couldn’t even be sold. This is museum quality joy.
Song of the day – 567: The Boys
People think now that New Wave means Duran Duran or some shite, but in reality it was this: laddish power-pop, with its roots firmly in the Herman’s Hermits and Small Faces of the past, and totally confused about how it should view the present.
Song of the day – 566: Blanche Blanche Blanche
This is more fun than three rounds of fun staring at a wall of Jad Fair papercuts. This is more lo-falutin’ than a disco full of Teena Marie fans dancing to your momma’s collection of Minor Threat demos.
Song of the day – 565: Misty’s Big Adventure
Ah now. This is what I’ve been waiting for ever since I moved to Brisbane five years ago. A new song from Misty’s Big Adventure.
Why I ended up enjoying a Justin Bieber show
We watched 1991: The Year Punk Broke on videotape. The boys asked me to sing, I never did. I preferred staying hidden behind my instrument with my short dresses.
