My main man. Tad Doyle.
This is so molten and heavy, and full-on fucking ROCK, it makes the term ‘grunge’ seem patsy-waist in comparison.
“Most music critics are reading other music critics to find out what they should like”
The name of the album is Cracked Love & Other Drugs. The name of the band is Unnatural Helpers.
I was researching my Nirvana book in Seattle while this issue was being put together.
It’s a little bit Nancy & Lee. It’s a whole load The Mamas And Papas. It’s very Seattle.
Grunge. Done badly, it’s horrendous. (I was going to link to a Silverchair video here, but thought better of it.)
“It’s Rachel,” writes – er – Rachel. “Everett, I’m sure you’re wondering if it’s raining here. It fucking is.”
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 […]