Re-Mit isn’t a breakthrough by anyone’s standards, but it’s something. It’s another book in the bible of The Fall.
Sometimes when I listen to Tago Mago I find it hard to believe that mere human beings made this music.
I gave it name. “Oblique hip-hop”: angular but open, unkinked but unlinked
This sound is so glorious! It’s like if (early) B-52s and Pylon remained the best-known bands from Athens instead of … goddammit, what was that band’s name again? Coldplay?
I want to dance like Gene Vincent and his Blue Caps
Been watching Sidney Poitier’s 1961 tour de force, A Raisin In The Sun. (The original was the first play written by a black woman to debut on Broadway.) Damn, but it’s fine. Pride and anger and assimilationist issues and identity problem and ingrained racism and humour and despair and liquor and Nigerian pride and feminism […]
The following is reprinted from my favourite US newspaper, The Stranger. I once punched a fellow music critic for telling me how much he liked Dexys. I’m not proud of myself. It was due to drink more than passion. It was at one of those interminable mid-’90s “grunge” Reading Festivals, late at night, in a […]