The whole album Pizza Espresso offers relief, balm. It chugs along gently. It won’t intrude – and thus won’t make you happy, joyous – unless you let it. It blossoms with melody and personality. There is room to enough for you to stay and sup, if you want. Or you can just turn your back. […]
Such a wonderful night out. My third gig of 2012.
Anyway, I gave André the CD. Nothing ever comes of giving people your CD. Nobody ever contacts you.
I get lost in the sound of sardonic vocals and distorted vocals and smart bittersweet vocals and listening vocals.
There’s a new Herman Düne album out? Whoa, fuck.
Guitars rock, like it’s still the 70s. Guitars rock, like we’re all still dancing in our living rooms to Herman Düne
Julian says: “Everybody’s always like, ‘Oh yeah the music used to be better in the 80s’. No it fucking didn’t.” So what current bands are as good as The Fall, Joy Division, Buzzcocks, The Birthday Party or Dexy’s [sic] in their prime? Not to mention Blondie, Ramones, Jonathan Richman… (This comment originated on another post. I think it’s […]
In response to a request from a friend on Twitter, I’ve collected together some of my more recent writings about Jonathan. And from tomorrow, you can listen to an incredible early demo of ‘The Morning Of Our Lives’ over here. ——————————————————————————————————————————– (from Plan B #18, originally printed in The Stranger) I first heard Jonathan Richman […]