Song of the day – 669: Fly Ashtray
Fly Ashtray are a curious bunch of outsiders. They’re always late to the party, and never quite the same.
Song of the day – 668: Sky Ferreira
Would I take drugs with Sky Ferreira? Of course I fucking would.
Song of the day – 667: Ragana
I like the fact Black Sabbath and Unwound haven’t been a male institution for years.
Song of the day – 665: Alba Lua
Beautifully underplayed. A strange kind of quietened beauty from French trio Alba Lua.
Song of the day – 664: Edible Arrangements
Think somewhere between Pram and early Broadcast, that cerebral and slightly krautrocky, wide-eyed and naîve psychedelia, free of drug-addled influence and wah-pedals – but also not at all.
the single best paragraph I’ve written in a review for years
I can remember fuck all of my previous existence, just a few snatched and bloody snapshots.
Live Through This | the press clippings
Everett True is famous for two things. He’s the last of the big personality journalists…
Song of the day – 662: Laura Mvula
Here’s someone making empowered, brilliant pop on her own terms and no one needed to get paraded around in their knickers.
