Martha – Blisters In The Pit Of My Heart (Fortuna POP!)
I fell in love with Martha because she had sunburned shoulders, just like my girlfriend. Their downbeat admission that “the autumn forecast’s looking dismal again” somehow proved irresistible. And when ‘Ice Cream and Sunscreen’ suddenly sped up, my heart did the same, singing along to all band members of Martha bursting out in unison: “I […]
Hannah Golightly meets ILL, pt. 2: Ari Up, homophobia at home, and definitely no mandolins
Photo by Greta Buitkute. From left to right: Whitney, Hannah, Harri, Fiona. Missed part 1? Backtrack here. Transcribed by Lee Adcock. The original plan was to interview ILL for ten minutes. But where’s the fun in that when there are four like-minded people gathering together to discuss the things that matter to them musically one […]
The return of Everett True | 108. Fat White Family
Fuck damnit, I’m slow. Like, folk been talkin’ ’bout the Fatties for decades now. Same way folk been sayin’ that Taylor Swift album is really somethin’. Well, not the exact same way but similar, ya dig? With the newfound enthusiasm of the born-again pop/indie fan (delete as applicable). Like, somehow it’s being darin’ or risky […]
Song of the day – 668: Sky Ferreira
Would I take drugs with Sky Ferreira? Of course I fucking would.
A 10-point guide to reviewing music festivals
Animal Collective was like if a 10-year-old made a batch of E and forced you to take it even though you wanted to take a nap instead.
10 Most Read Entries on Collapse Board, 18.06.12 – 26.06.12
Some folk may contend she’s been hanging out with the wrong people recently. Not from where I’m sitting.
Song of the day – 465: Cats On Fire (+ some words on Pulp)
In their own way, they’re Smiths good: a backhanded compliment if ever I wrote one.
A new list from the NME, and some thoughts about pop-hackery
Secretly, what modern mainstream pop-hackery confirms is that there’s a fundamental sadness to the role of music writer, or at least there is if you let it take hold – you are employed to basically be a hanger-on, an eavesdropper, a spod, a geek, someone who won’t shut up about something the rest of the world just get on enjoying.
The Weeknd – House Of Balloons / Thursday / Echoes Of Silence (XO)
Sex, drugs, more sex, more drugs, each song details another night of Bacchanalian excess with no redemption in sight. Are you ready to party?
Highlights & Lowlights of Splendour In The Grass 2011
I enjoyed this year’s Splendour, as I always do.