The London dreamers have borrowed their favourite parts from music’s past to create a headrush of love and mysticism
The way The Smiths once covered their sleeves in 60s references, the way Wu-Tang Clan embraced the language and iconography of Shaolin, the way Oasis loved The Beatles, that’s the relationship Iceage has with xenophobia and white supremacy — it may not be the window, but it’s damn sure the drapes.
Lauren (age 1) was learning to stand today.
Secretly, what modern mainstream pop-hackery confirms is that there’s a fundamental sadness to the role of music writer, or at least there is if you let it take hold – you are employed to basically be a hanger-on, an eavesdropper, a spod, a geek, someone who won’t shut up about something the rest of the world just get on enjoying.
It was The Supremes’ ‘Baby Love’ that really brought back that Chunka-Chunka feeling
This song used to haunt my drunken waking moments.
Pop music that shits all over the tired, tepid male rock posturing of the other nine videos from a wonderfully giddy height.
Born This Way is Lady Gaga’s Be Here Now. It is bloated and too full of itself.
I want a little glamour around my presence: glamour is the last thing I possess right now. I don’t know if I’ll ever recapture that mood again.
Listening to No Anchor, it’s hard not to hear a weaker, less interesting version of their heroes.
My only complaint about The White Stripes was that the band weren’t composed of two Meg Whites
Death Rattle – The Stone Roses, Primal Scream, Oasis and the travesty of British Alternative Rock in the 90s
Large elements of the UK alternative press seemed to be waiting for the right guitar band to get behind, the right guitar band to believe in. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Stone Roses.
Yet another band whose sole reason for forming was to parade around in funky sunglasses at summer festivals.
(Excerpted from my 2001 journal, posted at the Tangents archives.) Saturday July 8 … so I’m stuck high up in the rafters at Dublin’s Lansdowne Road international football ground, freezing my fucking fingers off, chatting to Dave Simpson about the stupidity of editors and the rise and rise of PRs in the music business industry [...]
Hey. Glad you could make it. Thought we might want to establish a few rules before I get down to the actual reviewing. This is a trial run for the format. So – duh – it might not work, as a format. The idea is that this live-to-air review takes it cue from the live [...]