“A record store, like Jesus and a puppy, are for life, not for a one day celebration.” So texted my associated editor, Orestes P. Xistos when I asked him if he’d join me in filming the people queuing outside Record Collector, a shop smack in the heart of the now dying Broomhill area of Sheffield, England. (more…)
Nevermind reached dizzying commercial heights mainly due to that song; you know the one about spirit with the video that has loads of smoke and cheerleaders. It defined the term ‘grunge’ to a lot of people, and for a few uneducated people, it probably still does. (more…)
I gotta be honest: for a big while I was “allergic” to Rock en Español. The reasons are a bit complex and not related to the music per se, but other factors. It took me a while to really warm up to any band from my own country, but then again, I was a late bloomer to most music. (more…)
Some albums strike a chord in the heart of individuals more than others. There are those that shake us to our bones, the metaphorical dirt and dust of our souls shook clean, leaving us clean and bright. Others are akin to a fire, illuminating and warming us. Of course the flipside to this analogy is that like a fire, these albums can eventually die out, leaving ashes, darkness and a feeling of cold in it’s place. (more…)
From time to time, we like to talk about albums that time has forgotten about. Lost Gems is a column dedicated to albums that were overlooked in their time or simply don’t get that much press today, and we think it’s a damn shame. This time around, we invited Simon Roberts (Morricone Dancehall, The Farewell State, The Letter) to write about a sweet little topaz called King for a Day, Fool for a Lifetime. (more…)
“So, where were you?”
“In a bus that passed through all the filming locations of Four Lions. It was as weird as that time that I answered a Physics exam with a quote by Tom Baker’s Doctor Who about entropy…” (more…)
It’s an interesting moment when The Pale Pacific‘s EP, Rules are predictable, stops. The thought of “what did I just listen to?” floats around in your head. Not because of them being overtly experimental guys with masks playing 5/4 signatures with lyrics about Picasso fighting Lavoisier, but because of the genres the band tackles. (more…)
Part 1: Rowche Rumble (Single) and Dragnet (Album) (1979)
Editor’s note: Pete and Ed are part of Sheffield‘s own Pisco Sour Hour. They also dabble in all things The Fall, going on a release-per-release basis in one mammoth of a project (here). We are happy to haven them guest-writing for us. (more…)
Singles reviewed : What the Blood Revealed, Adi Carter, Heroes of the Mexican Independence Movement, Johan Reinhold, Floating Death Picnic, The Bedford Incident, Black Market Serotonin, Nowhere Again, Ninetails, The Hudares
Greetings, readers bought all seven copies of my self-help guide, Getting back at the rustler that stole your red oxen (vol .2 Electric Boogaloo)! Welcome to another edition of our “off again, off again, hey it’s on again!” single reviews column. Granted, some of them aren’t singles, but I liked them and made my stupid human collaborators review ‘em. Mahalo.
This week’s singles are double-double, so watch out for that trans fat in our delicious cuts of smoked shoegazing bacon. Mind the indie dance chicken. And for Krist Novoselic‘s sake, don’t throw your bass in the air, you might end up writing political science for the rest of your life while you wallow in self-pity on that day you said no to a high paying job packing foodstuffs in orange bags at Sainsbury’s.
Ah, singles, right: