Punisher of drums for Deerhoof (and fellow introvert) Greg Saunier, shot by the lovely folk of Gauche. All videos by Jason Seiple. Thursday, August 11, 2016 T-Shirt for the day: Melt-Banana tee, grey. Acquired back in April after seeing Melt-Banana open for Melvins (in 20 minutes or less). You cannot force the dance. The dance […]
Everything is wrong. You want to know how wrong? I have seen plenty of Greatest Guitarists of All Time lists, vacantly staring as I have, and not one of them has listed Rachel Aggs in its Top 10. Now, we can agree, I know very little about music, certainly not as much as those venerated […]
Thanks to Lee Alexandra Adcock for posting the links up for me. I was going to write my standard introduction… very displeased with the lack of motivation in the class blah blah blah old man forming wordless sounds at clouds blah blah blah who is not taking this assignment as seriously as they should blah blah blah… but […]
This series been around for a while now. There have been around 700 of these suckers, give or take. My initial vow – not to repeat the same band twice – was broken years ago (initially by Kate Nash, if I recall correct). Too many names. So much wonderful music. I forget sometimes. No reason. I just […]
Photo by Ryan Richardson. The girls-in-rock thing is still an issue. Don’t forget that. Sean Adams at Drowned in Sound reminded everyone a few weeks back that rock festivals across the UK still book mostly dudes. (And I can’t find the article for the life of me. There goes my illuminating example.) Over here, musicians […]
This week – well, apart from stoking the forest fire that should spark on this post – we shall keep the good vibes rolling by hyping the hell out of the new compilation from Brighton saviors Tuff Enuff. The comp begins as if it might implode. SNAKESKIN! SNAKESKIN! Like actual snakeskin, the tune crackles and […]
Give ’em time, I reckon. They’ve got energy, attitude, a spark. Let’s see if they turn into a Savages or a Divorce. I know which side of the line I’ll be cheering from.
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.
The Shoebox is packed. It’s hot and sweaty to the point where I would have trimmed my eyebrows before I left if I’d known they were going to be this soaked and heavy.
Shorts have always been a little difficult to pull off.