
Motor City Burning
Five seconds to realize your purpose here on the planet! Easy. Continue reading Motor City Burning
Five seconds to realize your purpose here on the planet! Easy. Continue reading Motor City Burning
In which our young hero learns about 1960’s porn distribution techniques Continue reading Big Chicken Legs
First time I’ve played this in about a decade Continue reading I Don’t Believe In Beatles
She said love, Lord above! Now you’re tryin’ to trick me in love! Continue reading Steam
In which our young hero gets workshopped Continue reading Hey Bruce You Up There?
In which our young hero wrestles with a 5D alien soundscape Continue reading Heiße Ratten
Thank Jimi that Rover did, eventually, move over Continue reading If You Can Just Get Your Mind Together
Tonsure, or not tonsure? that is the question Continue reading Alright, My Name’s Gary
Sketches from Spain? Continue reading Interjection Used To Stir Up Excitement
Softly, dear boy, we don’t want to DISTURB the doughnut Continue reading Softly, Dear Boy
The worst Free LP contains their best song. Continue reading That Highway Band
A ruthlessly cunning and hideously selective burglar? Continue reading And I Noticed There Wasn’t A Chair
Minimalist music, Maximalist forehead Continue reading Baba O’Terry
Just like a parsnip Continue reading Bob Dylan’s 80th Dream
You need cooling, 1537’s not fooling Continue reading ‘Twas In The Darkest Depths Of Mordor
The monster heavy, heavy sound. Continue reading Split Infinities
Holding your face to the white-hot flame of rock and roll. Continue reading The Killer, Kills
The best 10 LPs of 2020. Deal with it. Continue reading 1537 vs. 2020
Quite good guitarist in Christmas record shock. Continue reading Should Auld Acquaintance Be Feedback
In which our young hero sniggers at his own proctological joke. Continue reading I Named My Raccoon After A Boxer
In which our young hero considers the best LP ever named after a 14th century Welsh manuscript. Continue reading Some Heavy Ones Left, £3 Each
In which our young hero mistakes tumescence for transcendence. Continue reading Oedipussy Magnet
In which our young hero ponders the ineffable essence of the ocean. Continue reading Beached Buoy
We here at 1537 dig farmers. End of statement. Continue reading I Shall Be Free No. 1537
In which our young hero writes in praise of archaeology Continue reading Sussed Scepter Bull
An overly long review of a Dylan release of dubious legality, but not quality. Continue reading Baby, Let Me Follow You Dow
The greatest living Welshman … writes about a compatriot. Continue reading Daylight Throbbery
In which Paul depukeinates a platter. Continue reading When I Heard It, I Didn’t Puke
Not all king’s wear crowns, but the best do carpentry. Continue reading King Hits String