The Rite Stuff
At last a nice sensible rock star mentions insurance. Continue reading The Rite Stuff
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
An LP best eaten, or best kept? our hero deliberates. Continue reading Would You Keep It? Would You Eat It?
Because Phair’s fair, innit? Continue reading Exile On Man Street
Taxi for Mr Windsor? Taxi for Mr Windsor? Continue reading Lenin And McCarthy
The Boogaloo Guru says ‘drink me’. Continue reading 1537 vs. RSD 2018
Hey, it’s the festive season! This calls for a derranged psych cow punk assault on the senses. Continue reading Strange Glaze
In which our hero grapples with an LP with a very rude title. Don’t these chaps have any common decency? Continue reading Gospill Poppers
In which our hero admits he is a filthy mutt. Continue reading The Mutt’s Nuts
You want punk? we got punk. You want toilet roll? we got that too. Continue reading Stink Stank Stunk
In which our hero embarks on a chick-related dancefloor quest. Failing. Continue reading Soufflé So Good, So What
Go, go little record go It is named by Some guy named Joe (Trompe Le Monde) And redneckers they get us … Continue reading This Ain’t No Fuckin’ Around
We’ve been courteous I like that, turn it up I like that, turn it up Solid head. You’re leaning heavily against … Continue reading I Like That, Turn It Up
‘Oh no it’s that same asshole again. I thought it would never come to this. Look, the guy threw a Birkenstock … Continue reading James’ Addiction
Here’s an interesting one, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion Acme, from all the way back in the late twentieth century. I fell … Continue reading JSBX ACME OKAY
Well in honour of the sun beginning to show its face shyly around these parts recently I reached for another … Continue reading Acoustic Airlock