No division of joy here Continue reading 3, 5, 0, 1, 2, 5 – Go!
Dr Spooner in the house! Continue reading For Fox Sake!
Tame Impala, Same Impala, not Lame Impala Continue reading Innersleeper
Get your fill of future-gothic-retro-noir-fi here! Continue reading Wake Me Up Before You Crow-Crow
See ya Primals, I’m outta here! Continue reading Junkie Soul Hell Shoot Suicide Doctor Girl
Hos-Tile Roof-Tiles, reptile? Continue reading Prole Art Treat?
Released on Transgressive Records – has anything ever been more fucking apt?! Continue reading The Power And The Glory Hole
Let’s play hide the salami and listen to Fugazi? Continue reading Let’s Make Love And …
From sexy sea to sexy sea Continue reading Sexy Results
In which our young hero sniggers at his own proctological joke. Continue reading I Named My Raccoon After A Boxer
White bread, no roughage. Continue reading Not Slaughter
The 1537 motoring column makes its’ debut. Continue reading My Other Car Is A Windhoeker Maschinenfabrik Wer’wolf MKII
Be a frayed, be very frayed. Continue reading Royally Truxed Up
You hum it, I’ll painstakingly transcribe it. Continue reading Julian Cope: Julian H. Cope Lyrics
At last a nice sensible rock star mentions insurance. Continue reading The Rite Stuff
Wee? sleekit? cow’rin? tim’rous? then, dear beastie, this is not an LP for you. Continue reading Fulsome Prism Blues
An LP that sounds identical to its front cover. Continue reading The Drugs Won
What is next to the moon? Continue reading Up To Mark Kozelek In You
I am the resurrection and I am the light, the Stone Roses 2nd isn’t shite Continue reading Guns ‘n’ Stones’s
My mate’s older brother once dated Trudi from this band. Continue reading Trudi, Or Not Trudi – That Is The Question
Huge cock, sitting up straight and odd? Now there’s a 12″ for you. Continue reading That’s One Big Cock
Once in a while you got to
Burn down your house keep your dreaming alive. Continue reading Yes, The Good Ones
The Auteurs hauteur prevented them from becoming haute couture. Continue reading It’s Not Really Kylie, Is It?
Sexy panther skunk guitar-o-rama-lama-ding-dong. Welcome, Primals. Continue reading Bobby Plant On Harmonica
Once upon a time I would have awarded it a Kid C, now? Kid A Continue reading Gliding Through The Abattoir
A rag bag of reviews tenuously held together by some half-assed conceptual link. Again. Continue reading Slide Guitar, Glide Sitar
Impeccable class and restraint? It has to be 1537. Continue reading C-Q-D/Sea
Wiggy Giggy Giggy Wiggy Wiggy Giggy Giggy Continue reading Wiggy Giggy Giggy Wiggy Wiggy Giggy Giggy
Tales from the old country Continue reading We Grow Fat On The Charms Of Our Idle Dreary Days
A proper Fall review for all of us maladjusted little monkeys. Continue reading Chariots Of Ire