By Alexis Late A lot of well-worshipped musicians tend to have a web of mythology encompassing them. Sometimes it’s created by scandal loving press and is, not surprisingly, flawed or exaggerated; sometimes it’s unearthed by fans through intimate obsession, or woven by the artists themselves, as they make their manifestos public. The Libertines were a […]
A response to ‘For Whatever Reason’ | A photograph of Plan B and Careless Talk Costs Lives magazines from 2001-2009
My Facebook feed has been full of commentary following my repost of Annie Gardiner’s excellent ‘For Whatever Reason…’ (Access) (an installation of copies of NME magazine from 1989-2008). My response is above (the piles lying: male-female-both). This, I feel is WAY more representative of music being made during the 2000s than that piles of NMEs. But who […]
At the start of this year, I started a Tumblr blog and began posting recollections there – half-remembered, faceless – of events that had happened to me in the past. My friend Vincent Vanoli drew some wonderful illustrations to accompany the vignettes – being French, occasionally a word would become lost in the translation but that […]
The whole music scene thing, it’s all a façade, really, said my landlord one morning, or something like that. He always says things like that whenever we meet in the kitchen. You know, that the government fabricated the war on drugs (the real one, not the band), that the students coming up seem dumber and […]
As we all know, I’m just a hack when it comes to music criticism. Not one of those professional, illustrious NME editors at all. However, I can say that I know a thing or two more about sample selection and “science” than the self-righteous blokes ($10 wager that they’re ALL blokes) who compiled this so-called […]
Alex Turner’s Brits acceptance speech was everything that rock’n’roll is meant to be: unpredictable, dumb, funny, exciting and attention-grabbing. But it was so much more than that. It was a call to arms.
Let me guess the top 20.
By David Nichols The full story needs a caveat. Over the last ten years I have found my celebrity accelerated in some quarters (from a 0 to a 1) by a story in which I apparently am a major hero. I visited Calvin Johnson in Olympia in April 1986. He gave me some copies of […]
The London dreamers have borrowed their favourite parts from music’s past to create a headrush of love and mysticism