By Tiarney Miekus Thirteen hot nights in a row The cops drive past and they move slow A million people staying low With mangoes ripe, who needs to grow? I don’t want it let down My own hopes for this town It’s so hard to get around Lots of cars but not much sound In town […]
R.I.P. Tommy Erdélyi, the last remaining member of the original Ramones line-up. He passed away last Friday (11/07/14), aged 62. He had been suffering from bile duct cancer. The drummer and producer (he also played a mean guitar) was very decent to me when I was writing my Ramones biography Hey Ho Let’s Go: talking extensively to […]
You missed out. Sorry, but that’s the bare truth of the matter. Here, have some reports. (Part one: the realisation.) “MOTHER! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO DANIEL JOHNSTON! DON’T YOU KNOW THE KIDS CARE WHAT YOU WEAR?” (Neil Noon) Here, have some music. I heard this from the street before walking into Horse & Groom. […]
Everything is awesome. Everything is cool. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the jetlag kicking in full-time. Maybe I’ve missed the jetlag and the enforced sleep deprivation (so fucking different to the insistent sleep deprivation you get for years without end as a parent). Maybe I’ve missed the hangovers, and the knowledge that nothing will feel […]
So yesterday’s choice was unpopular, then; or more accurately, widely ignored. No matter. I have but to flex my arms and surely a whole array of feathers will come cascading down. Sooner or later. Perhaps people prefer it when I remain silent. No matter. This is a cover of a song I don’t particularly like, […]
I ask this question on Facebook: Can anyone recommend me some female-led indie/punk rock from 2014? And I get the following in response… As with yesterday’s post, all of these come recommended – i.e. this isn’t just some random list of female-led pop/punk rock – but if they have stars next to their names it means I’m […]
“I only fucked you as a joke!” sing the ladies in Seattle’s Childbirth. Ow.
The system is bullshit. The system isn’t about music. The system is about marketing.
A foghorn of a Croydon singing voice, Quality Street-tin drums and curiously deft and layered guitars, almost tripping over themselves in their distorted rush to get to the end.
If a white man advertised for white bassist that would be seen as racist. Well, yeah it would, and they do.