2 LPs, 4 Tracks
Going Away? Going Out? Blown Away? Blown Out. Continue reading 2 LPs, 4 Tracks
Call Me Ishmael
Is it a girl Sean Connery? no Ishmael. Continue reading Call Me Ishmael
Gliding Through The Abattoir
Once upon a time I would have awarded it a Kid C, now? Kid A Continue reading Gliding Through The Abattoir
A Big Splash On The Amsterdam Vinyl Scene
A roving dweeb writes about canals and all that shit. Continue reading A Big Splash On The Amsterdam Vinyl Scene
Halloween ’66
14:57, almost as good as 1537, but not quite. Continue reading Halloween ’66
Monday Sad, Sad Monday
Monday, sad, sad Monday / She’s waiting for me / But I’m a long, long way from home. Continue reading Monday Sad, Sad Monday
All Hail, Porkbeast!
Reverb, Anderson, Fast Green Dick, Porkbeast and Vom. Continue reading All Hail, Porkbeast!
Baby, Let Me Follow You Dow
An overly long review of a Dylan release of dubious legality, but not quality. Continue reading Baby, Let Me Follow You Dow
Slide Guitar, Glide Sitar
A rag bag of reviews tenuously held together by some half-assed conceptual link. Again. Continue reading Slide Guitar, Glide Sitar
I Need A Drink, I Can’t Think, I Like The Kinks
In which our young hero ponders what the opposite of ergonomic is. Continue reading I Need A Drink, I Can’t Think, I Like The Kinks
Liebling Home Ain’t Easy
All hail the power of the sleevenote, especially when used to right wrongs and settle scores. Continue reading Liebling Home Ain’t Easy
All Sweetness And Blight
Heavy on the violin and societal collapse, a bit light on chuckles. It’s those zany GY!BE folk! Continue reading All Sweetness And Blight
1537 vs. 2018
2018 – 1537 = 481. That’s probably very significant. Continue reading 1537 vs. 2018
C-Q-D/Sea
Impeccable class and restraint? It has to be 1537. Continue reading C-Q-D/Sea
High Class Band
Twitch dancing like a brown acid casualty down on Yasgur’s Farm. Continue reading High Class Band
Satin-Clad Snake-Hipped Boogie Droog
Pricking Floyd’s large gravitarse. Continue reading Satin-Clad Snake-Hipped Boogie Droog
If I Was A Turkey, With My Priorities Straight
In which the true meaning of Christmas is discussed, dissected and eaten. Continue reading If I Was A Turkey, With My Priorities Straight
A Little Bit Sick In My Mouth
In which our young hero gets a bit nauseated and then gets over it. Continue reading A Little Bit Sick In My Mouth
Daylight Throbbery
The greatest living Welshman … writes about a compatriot. Continue reading Daylight Throbbery
Now The Party’s Over
In which our young hero enjoins everyone to ‘be more Bryan’. Continue reading Now The Party’s Over
Wiggy Giggy Giggy Wiggy Wiggy Giggy Giggy
Wiggy Giggy Giggy Wiggy Wiggy Giggy Giggy Continue reading Wiggy Giggy Giggy Wiggy Wiggy Giggy Giggy
Van Hailing
In which your intrepid correspondent discovers a great new band. Continue reading Van Hailing
The Dreams Ain’t Broken Down Here, They’re Just Walking With A Limp
Elvira, cheese and onion pasties, midgets. Continue reading The Dreams Ain’t Broken Down Here, They’re Just Walking With A Limp
Butch Casette-idy
In which our young hero gets very Butch. Continue reading Butch Casette-idy
Nostalgia For An Age Yet To Come
Invention, naiveite, archness, euphoria, melancholy and all that existential bollocks. Love Bites. Continue reading Nostalgia For An Age Yet To Come
I Lost It All In The Popcorn Box!
A learned treatise on the necessity of employing a luxuriantly moustachioed drummer. Continue reading I Lost It All In The Popcorn Box!
Les Synthé Analogique
Eschewing my usual ‘leave it 20 years’ policy, I review an LP released last Friday. Continue reading Les Synthé Analogique
Check Out My Orbs, Baby
Tilda Swinton, conflict, tea – this post, quite literally, has something for everyone. Continue reading Check Out My Orbs, Baby
I Ain’t No Glamour Boy – I’M FIERCE!
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!
Hey Man, I Am cool; I Am The Breeze
Colin told me to like this LP, so I did. Continue reading Hey Man, I Am cool; I Am The Breeze