Song of the day – 520: Nitty Scott MC
Slick, laconic and with a bit of that early Dream Warriors vibe.
Song of the day – 519: Brianna Perry
It’s about the strut, the pose, the swagger, the space between the silences, the insistent siren call of the clipped beats, the distortion in the bass frequencies.
Another letter to the poor sods at Uncool magazine…
“Mumford & Sons’ singular importance in rock’s current moment cannot be underestimated,” is not a sentence I ever imagined I’d read.
Dexys in the rain, part one
The rain was torrential, particularly during ‘Incapable Of Love’ and ‘Eileen’. It was great. Gave us a chance to prove our devotion
Fictional Sanchez Threatened by Actual True! (reprinted from NY Post 1999)
“Do you know how I know if a record of mine’s going to be a hit?” asked the label head rhetorically. “If Everett True is throwing up in my bathroom at the Rhiga at 3 a.m. during CMJ, it’s going to be a hit.”
Song of the day – 518: Angel Haze
Nasty, like diarrhea. Know what I’m sayin’?
Song of the day – 517: Sasha Go Hard
I like the energy here, the groove. I like the Sassy. I like Sasha Go Hard, whoever the fuck she may be
The iPod and the Function of Music
Unless a particular artistic discipline has massive popular support then it ceases to become culturally relevant.
One-minute reviews – 18: Soundgarden
Fuck reviewing albums in 140 characters or less.
