SOTD #712 – Hag Face

The very name should chill your bones. As your lips form the words, you should welcome the slight shudder that slips down your back. You should feel compelled to fear. You should embrace the fear. As you would with Satan, Voldemort, Napalm Death, or the Glow Cloud. O great conjurers, o great terrors of the […]
‘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 […]
What I did tonight instead of going to see The Veronicas play live

I thanked whatever Lady you would like me to thank that I’m still blessed with some taste. I missed Hinds (I didn’t miss Hinds – I saw Hinds). But I missed Hinds. I stared blankly into blank inner space. I cheered myself for reaching a rating of 1500 on chess.com. I deleted someone from my […]
Your favourite three Babes In Toyland songs | a thoroughly scientific survey

Seven months ago, I asked folk to provide their favourite three Babes In Toyland songs. Many did. Perhaps more than I expected. There seemed nothing for it but to make a thoroughly scientific chart based on the results. So I did. And then I completely forgot about it. Bonus points to Joseph Kyle for getting […]
The Definitive List | The 100 Greatest Songs of All Time, Part 2

Ready? Got that box of tissues ready, in case emotion or disappointment overwhelms you? Your packet of sedatives, and blunted razors?
Deerhunter – Monomania (4AD)

I don’t like praising records for their focus and consistency — makes me feel like I’m in a corporate boardroom or something.
Song of the day – 489: Divorce
Great fucken scream. Matched ably by the great fucken noisescape.
Song of the day – 464: Kate Nash
Some folk may contend she’s been hanging out with the wrong people recently. Not from where I’m sitting.
The Boys @ The Zoo, 05.10.11
I’d prefer less Courtney Love between-song diatribes, more Mia Zapata rock and fucking roll