All journalists love to not enjoy award ceremonies because they think it makes them big-time 4real punk rockers. But they’re idiots who think that sex is playing into the hands of mattress companies. Last night was the 7,000th annual NME awards and if you like drugs and booze and music and models it was fun. The best bit was when everyone booed when Oasis won Best Band. HaHa.
One of the most consistently under-appreciated bands around at the moment has to be The Sticks. They are the reigning kings of caveman-garage-gunk ‘n’ roll, the lords of post-junk-jerk-wave. Why aren’t we following their private lives in the tabloids yet?
I wanted to go for something truly grim and frostbitten to reflect the recent-ish snow fall, but the only band that would have been truly fitting were Immortal, the true masters of nebular frost. However, I want to keep this blog to one post per band and I think I should save Immortal for the release of their new album later in the year, plus the snow has long since gone.
Hello again, here I am with another song for you to enjoy and twiddle your thumbs to and stuff. This time I’ve gone for a song by super kraut band Can.
Last week’s post was kind of out of line with the level of nepotism I’d told you to expect from this column so here I am back on track again with a new song made by one of my best friends.
Enter Shikari are shit, everyone knows that, but the above sees them casually sailing through a shit-filled river that runs through Pooville in a boat made out of freshly steaming faeces. Read more »
It was a sharp, cold winter morning in the unholy year of 2009 when the diabolical winds of nebular frost cast myself and Ben Rayner on the treacherous pilgrimage to Birmingham, the home of metal. Read more »
After sleeping on it for a while, it seems like things might be looking up for Dubstep. Skream’s simple but brilliant remix of La Roux’s “In For The Kill” is all that I’ve listened to this weekend and now Joker’s “Digidesign” has finally been given a release on the consistently ace Hyperdub label.
Hello, here I am again with another song that gets me feeling all sexy inside. This week I have gone for a song by my favourite band from Canterbury and one of the finest British prog bands of all time, Soft Machine.
I have no problem with back pieces, shit, I have a skull jellyfish eating Chiang Kai-Shek and Fidel Castro. But an ass piece? You had a man lean into your crack and etch delicate finger waves on your behind? That’s not a tattoo; that’s foreplay. More
OK, Niagara Falls, I'll see your inexplicable packs of Indian teens in front of the Hall of Presidents and raise you one black nu-metal fan driving a garbage truck in the Netherlands. More