Fuck 2016. You took Princess Leia, you took our faith in democracy and you took my guts away. Last year, I ranted about the crap music I hated in 2015 but things are different now. I look back over the past 12 months and, in between the hospital flashbacks and crushing pessimism for the future of humanity, there’s a handful of albums that I thought were brilliant. Here’s my Top 3. Continue reading
On 27th April 2016, I left the hospital to come home with my baby. An uncontrollable, uncaring, unpredictable shit machine. It’s messy to clean, difficult to change and it keeps me up at night, waking me sporadically.
Digbeth’s Boxxed venue was adorned with the finest psychedelic, Triassic and yuletide decorations for another Sensataria event on Saturday. A diverse crowd combined people reliving past glories of the psychedelic age and a younger demographic trading on borrowed nostalgia.
Most places have got their annual retrospective lists published before they’ve even dipped their toe into the icy waters of December. That doesn’t make sense to me, and a lot of those “Albums of 2015”-type lists are generally positive. Now that 2015 is completely behind us, here’s a rundown of what made me fed up about music in the past 12 months. Continue reading
As of 1st December, I have seen the Ant-Man movie. I missed Cap2, Ultron and Paul Rudd’s Marvel debut in cinemas but I’m finally caught up and ready to get my Civil War on. Yes. Let’s do it. Continue reading
The other day, I rediscovered (ie. remembered) this track I put together some time ago. It comes from a time where I listened to and made mostly electronic music.
There were ambitions for this track to be part of something bigger – maybe someday it will – but for now, enjoy.
At the nexus where Sabbath, Stooges and King Crimson meet exists II, the second album from aptly named Fuzz and one of the most exciting records to be released since their eponymous debut. Continue reading
Like all good progressive bands, Metric have a hugely broad range of sounds to draw on from their discography. None of their albums sounds quite like the one before it, and their live show is an odyssey through the different shades on their sonic palette. Continue reading
Never stand up when you can sit down. And never sit down when you can lie down.
I imagine bathing and grooming beyond The Final Frontier would be a quick and efficient process, like slip-on shoes or Amazon lockers. This is to assume that, by the time humanity reaches further out into space, we have not evolved beyond the need for bathing (either by losing our stink-producing capabilities or by evolving beyond being bothered by human stink).
Lush seems to think otherwise. Continue reading