Reverb, Anderson, Fast Green Dick, Porkbeast and Vom. Continue reading All Hail, Porkbeast!
An overly long review of a Dylan release of dubious legality, but not quality. Continue reading Baby, Let Me Follow You Dow
A rag bag of reviews tenuously held together by some half-assed conceptual link. Again. Continue reading Slide Guitar, Glide Sitar
A learned treatise on the necessity of employing a luxuriantly moustachioed drummer. Continue reading I Lost It All In The Popcorn Box!
Tilda Swinton, conflict, tea – this post, quite literally, has something for everyone. Continue reading Check Out My Orbs, Baby
In which our young hero discovers the truth of the old Welsh adage, Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose. Continue reading I Ain’t No Glamour Boy – I’M FIERCE!
Colin told me to like this LP, so I did. Continue reading Hey Man, I Am cool; I Am The Breeze
In which Paul depukeinates a platter. Continue reading When I Heard It, I Didn’t Puke
Sick shrimp shit going down? can only be Elvis. Continue reading Shrimp! Shrimp! Shrimp!
Warped, twisted, detestable … 1537! Continue reading Thank Providence
Queen I: bit shit compared to The Works? Discuss (using appropriate diagrams). Continue reading Frustrate Their Knavish Tricks
Tales from the old country Continue reading We Grow Fat On The Charms Of Our Idle Dreary Days
In which our young hero poses the old monolithic, or monoriffic question. Continue reading Gills, Gills, Gills!
All hail the throbbing future! (and Zombies!!!) Continue reading Still Life In Tokyo, With Zombies
‘It was 20 years ago in May / Sean Lennon told the band to play’ Continue reading Sean Of The Dad
The eighties, No thanks! Continue reading 1537 Ain’t No Feeble Bastard
A proper Fall review for all of us maladjusted little monkeys. Continue reading Chariots Of Ire
Our hero gets to satisfy 29 years worth of secret yearning in one go. Continue reading 29 Year Itch
Because Phair’s fair, innit? Continue reading Exile On Man Street
Because he messed it up. Fool. Continue reading 1537 vs. Exile On Main Street: The Full Unabridged, Unexpurgated Review (Slight Return)
The full text from my 2014 paper – A Contextual Analysis of Contemporary Marxist Feminist Views on Exile On Main Street. Continue reading 1537 vs. Exile On Main Street: The Full Unabridged, Unexpurgated Review
What is a beach? When can one say one is truly on one? Neil knows. Continue reading Life Ain’t Nothing But Beaches And Money
‘Copacabana?! Oh baby, this is soul night!’ Continue reading 2000 Brain Cells Ago
Goats, Boats, shit and hash: Gluecifer, a fun day out for all the family. Continue reading The Sun Oslo Rises
A load of self-indulgent nonsense. Go read a proper post. Continue reading Frequency Issues
Spoiler Alert: our young hero writes about an LP he likes. Continue reading I Haven’t Fucked Much With The Past, But I’ve Fucked Plenty With The Future
The triumph of indomitable will in the face of horrific adversity, with added disco toms. Continue reading Casual Brutality, Adversity, Disco Toms
This reissue is as special as the post title pun is awful. That’s a lot of specialness. Continue reading Songs In The Donkey Of Life
In which our young hero gets very into restraint. Continue reading Sublime+3*
Taxi for Mr Windsor? Taxi for Mr Windsor? Continue reading Lenin And McCarthy