It’s lonely at the top, motherfuckers. We live in a culture where money equals power, but what happens when the money arrives and you still feel powerless? When there’s nothing left to buy and you’re dying inside? …
The day I stop listening to The Pastels is the day I stop listening to music…
What’s cool? Chain & The Gang’s new album, In Cool Blood, might help us to answer this question.…
Pale Green Ghosts is an album as diverse and hilarious, as dying and alive, as life itself. What more could you ask for? Prior approval? Grow up. The music world is a lot bigger than Pitchfork, and there are far more interesting journeys to go on than the path from a publicist’s e-mail to a writer’s inbox.…
Angela Carter crossed with the newspaper, myth and reality intertwined in a tragic dance. That's CocoRosie right there.…
The human brain is pretty much hard-wired on an evolutionary level to romanticize the past. It’s a survival mechanism, one of those things that keeps us going forward into the scary future. Our brain tends to ration out traumatic memories strictly on a need-to-know basis.…
Re-Mit isn’t a breakthrough by anyone’s standards, but it’s something. It’s another book in the bible of The Fall. …
There’s not much room for ‘fun’. No room for pom poms and a nihilistic refrain chanted ad nauseum like it’s a game. It’s straight down the line fucked upness, which is appropriate given the album is wedded so tightly to a heart that’s been badly burned. …
The London dreamers have borrowed their favourite parts from music’s past to create a headrush of love and mysticism…
I know plenty of people who will never, just based on the annoying dipshit band name alone, ever listen to this.…
Edgy, like pulling the wings off butterflies.…
"I wanted to humanize the computer, show its dynamism. I see myself as an aesthetician of emotionalism. If people see me in my johnnie, maybe they can see all the heart I'm pouring into this machine."…