Birthdays are weird, right? No-one wants to get any older - I’m quite old enough, thank you - yet we actually celebrate it happening. It’s like throwing a party every time you clear the gunk out of the shower plughole. It’s only going to happen again and it gets more depressing every time. Beach Riot’s … Continue reading Beach Riot: She’s A Hurricane
Juanita Stein: Black Winds
Howling Bells singer Juanita Stein released her debut solo album earlier this year, and deep cut Black Winds recently got the video treatment. Supposedly the track takes its cues from old photographs of the Dust Bowl; these pictures really are bleakness personified. Bleak, sure, but the track is more sultry than anything with that half-tone shift and … Continue reading Juanita Stein: Black Winds
Milk Disco: Weekender
Black Friday had me a ball of stress this weekend. I work in retail so I resent anyone with a disposable income to begin with; but then there’s the smug entitlement that comes with being lucky enough to have money on this weekend of all weekends. “Oh, these novelty drum sticks are cute!” No they’re … Continue reading Milk Disco: Weekender
Dama Scout: Toothache
I had a surreal moment this week when I found myself in a TV audience, stood meters behind popular telly person Holly Willoughby. In fact, I was right in shot, due - I’m sure - to my wily good looks and pleasantly fashionable manner. Unfortunately I was also incredibly sleep deprived and I’m sure you’ll … Continue reading Dama Scout: Toothache
Baoba Stereo Club: Lesteoeste
What with the new King Giz album coming out last week as a free download, I plugged my phone into my computer for the first time in ages. “Would you like to sync your iPhone?” You have to, obviously. And then all hell breaks loose. Windows smash, small children start to cry, and iTunes staggers … Continue reading Baoba Stereo Club: Lesteoeste
Ben Pagano & The Space Machine: Members Only
I find myself longing for a good long train journey. The leafy security of routine has boiled over; the repetition of city same-dom wears on and escape seems overdue. There’s nothing better than sitting in contentment as the scenery races by; alone at a window seat, the rain lashes streams of white, piercing caramel sunset stretching … Continue reading Ben Pagano & The Space Machine: Members Only
Bibio: Phantom Brickworks
“Nick, are you still ill?” Yep. It never ends. The never-abating products of my overly keen and under-effective immune system continue to fill my head and leak from my face. At the same time I involuntarily find myself on a personal crusade to break the world record for number of Lemsips (well, the Boots own-brand … Continue reading Bibio: Phantom Brickworks
