Many years ago, a great schism occurred in the history of popular music. As amps got louder and concerts got bigger, new groups responded by creating a heavier kind of music that relied on sheer sonic power as opposed to the lighter sounds of early sixties pop. Rock music broke away from pop and in […]
By Ms Tiarney Miekus Anyone who cites this off-quoted quip has probably received a negative review. As far as one-liners go, it’s as vapid and reductive as they get. Yet this morning it greeted my Facebook feed alongside a hastily photoshopped Warholesque photo of Elvis Costello. Poor Costello in October 1983 for Musician magazine: “Writing about […]
I discovered this one via Neil Kulkarni’s regular dose of savagery over at F.U.N.K. Here’s what he says: ‘Scorn’ from 2012 revealed just what a unique slab of monstrous molten heaviosity this Portland 3-piece can cook up – the split 7/10/12″s that have come since with Xaphan, Hexis, Fister and Hessian have only deepened the […]
A few weeks ago, excited beyond rationality by the news a new Mumford & Sons album is on the horizon, the editors at Collapse Board asked leading U.K. retro-modernist folk critic Neil Kulkarni if he would care to compose a few words for the site to mark the auspicious occasion. Sadly, Neil didn’t find himself as […]
By Neil Kulkarni What kind of music am I into? Well… good music! Proper music, y’know? Not the chart stuff so much. I have lots of favourite songs by all kinds of bands and artists but basically I like songs from the heart. Songs about holding on through the tough times. Songs about letting things go […]
If they ever print a biography of me, the running title should be Shameless. Guess a major difference between me and others is that I admit it. These songs here – these songs that hopefully you’re going to click on and discover and love and relish (Love And Relish: a great title for a culinary […]
Listening to ‘Air Balloon’ sans distractions, as pure music, as pure human transmission, as I have been for an hour now, it seems to summate everything that’s broken with my relationship to British pop music.
It’s that time of year again, when all those editors that plaster their magazines and websites with adverts and suspiciously sounding advertorials but who can’t afford to pay their contributors, head off for a nice jolly in Austin, Texas. Either that or they get flown there courtesy of major record labels. Just to be on […]