Yesterday and today | favo(u)rite songs of the Interweb (volume 4)
Thanks to Lee Alexandra Adcock for posting the links up for me. I was going to write my standard introduction… very displeased with the lack of motivation in the class blah blah blah old man forming wordless sounds at clouds blah blah blah who is not taking this assignment as seriously as they should blah blah blah… but […]
Where The Metaphor Fails | “Writing about music is like dancing about architecture”
By Ms Tiarney Miekus Anyone who cites this off-quoted quip has probably received a negative review. As far as one-liners go, it’s as vapid and reductive as they get. Yet this morning it greeted my Facebook feed alongside a hastily photoshopped Warholesque photo of Elvis Costello. Poor Costello in October 1983 for Musician magazine: “Writing about […]
The return of Everett True | 157. FFS
Russell’s voice from the right speaker. Alex’s voice from the left. Welcome to the next level. Collaborations don’t work/They don’t work/they don’t work. I don’t like films about film. I don’t like songs about songs. I love this. It’s arch and affectionate like my last cat Carla. It’s slinky like my first cat Slinky. It’s […]
Nick Marsh of Flesh For Lulu | Death & Remembrance
By Scott Creney I imagine the day the band finished working on this song they were convinced it was going to be huge. I can imagine them ordering some food, several cases of beer, maybe some champagne, maybe some celebratory white colombian powder to help the night go on forever. After a few years of […]
A year and change | The Return of Scott Creney
By Scott Creney Just so you know, I had CB’s lawyers (lawyer, singular, who are we kidding?) give this a quick readthrough to make sure I wasn’t disclosing too much information, but I figured a very, very small number of people might want an explanation before I started writing about music again—where have I been, […]
Before and after | a photojournal of Hinds on tour
I promised to type Carlotta is ill and ask fans to send jellybabies under each one, but I can’t figure out how to do that. So you’ll have to imagine it. Wow… that’s one vivid imagination you have there. This is the BEFORE gallery. This is the AFTER gallery. All pictures courtesy of Carlotta Cosials
The return of Everett True | 156. Slum Of Legs
We’re going on a song hunt. We’re going to find a great one. What a beautiful day! We’re not scared. Uh-uh! Riot Grrrl Scary, caring Riot Grrrl. We can’t go over it. We can’t go under it. Oh no! We’ve got to go through it! Roar-rrrrah! Roar-rrrrah! Roar-rrrrah! We’re going on a song hunt. We’re going to find a great one. What […]
‘No! Skating Polly, they kick ass and they’re heavy and they’re girls and I love it, it’s amazing!’
Who is the real Skating Polly? Hannah Golightly catches up with the band on their UK tour supporting Babes In Toyland to find out… 6pm 26 May 2015 I arrive at the venue and find the stage door. I’m greeted by Babes In Toyland’s PR woman […]
The return of Everett True | 155. Willow Beats
Hi there. I have another one for you. No wait, Where are you going? I can count to 1. ‘My Love’ is the greatest love song of the 1980s. Discuss. Who would have thought that BLANK BLANK would throw such a strange, long shadow? I like stuff that disorientates and comforts simultaneously. Kept on edge but […]
The return of Everett True | 154. Ravioli Me Away
Imagine if I lived in England still. I would be so happy, some nights. Imagine if I lived in England still. I would feel so miserable, isolated from all these wicked-cool people. Imagine if I lived in England still. The drum beats would sound like this. The keyboards would sound like this. The ominous shit would […]
