In which our young hero gets taken to Valhalla and back by a great LP. Continue reading In Every Bar There Was A Super Star With A Seven Year Itch
The ultimate in walking it like you’ve been talking it Continue reading Delivery For General Obasanjo
In which our young hero up stuff cuts. Continue reading 1735
Music to headbutt walls to Continue reading Devilman! Devilman!!
White bread, no roughage. Continue reading Not Slaughter
An LP that really should have been called something else. Continue reading I Might Just Follow
You don’t get to add ‘The Great’ onto you bands’ name for nothing. Continue reading Ting!
The 1537 motoring column makes its’ debut. Continue reading My Other Car Is A Windhoeker Maschinenfabrik Wer’wolf MKII
In which our hero grapples with the demon drink. Losing to a KO in the first round. Continue reading Ha! Ha! Urg!!
In which our young hero is let down by the interneterati. Continue reading Juwxbuh Beh, Juicebox Beh
Be a frayed, be very frayed. Continue reading Royally Truxed Up
In which our young hero asks if anyone’s got change for a $75. Continue reading Wood/Metal/Plastic/1537/Pattern/Rhythm/Rock
Of rugby, floods and Heavy Metal Kids. Continue reading Birth. School. Rugby. Work. Death.
Fleur dans votre bain, amour dans vos draps … whatever next? oh, that. Continue reading I’ll Hug You With My Legs, Baby
Marvel at our young hero’s restraint and unbreakable resolve! Continue reading 1537 Buys A Sandwich (Part Deux)
More strangeness, than quarks and charm. Continue reading You Shouldn’t Do That
What noise do ducks make? almost. Continue reading Quark Quark!
Wee? sleekit? cow’rin? tim’rous? then, dear beastie, this is not an LP for you. Continue reading Fulsome Prism Blues
An original draft of my PhD thesis on the musical and cultural significance of Floyd’s ultimate stoner landmark. Continue reading 1537 vs. Dark Side Of The Moon: Full Unabridged Review
In which our young hero scratches that angry political dancing itch Continue reading Can Giuli Do The Stroll?
Some righteous testimony for y’all. Continue reading High Times And Misdemeanours
About a racehorse. Maybe. Continue reading Wuther Fucka
Pure self-indulgent nonsense, with added boobs. Continue reading 1537 vs. 2019
What is next to the moon? Continue reading Up To Mark Kozelek In You
In which our young hero sets the controls for the heart of the pelvis. Continue reading Adamson Schmadamson
Sober, clean-living fun guaranteed! Continue reading Heads Will Roll
1537, pasty, muscular, fine looking is in bed with his woman, Mrs 1537, a doll, also pasty. Continue reading Black, Muscular, Fine Looking
I am the resurrection and I am the light, the Stone Roses 2nd isn’t shite Continue reading Guns ‘n’ Stones’s
The Almighty: just what did they ever have against God? Continue reading All High, All Wild, All Fuckin’ Mighty
Pitiful drivel and excuses. Continue reading I Complete You, Probably