You can always count on the Pet Shop Boys for pop that engages the brain, heart and dancing feet.
It’s Glasto weekend – except there’s no Glasto this year, of course – but here’s a memory from a Glasto of years gone by.
Almost 25 years since the Spice Girls were unleashed onto an unsuspecting planet. Bloody hell.
Speaking of girl power, here’s a Lady Gaga review I wrote in 2009, during yet another of my myriad attempts at being a music writer. Enjoy!
The wonderful tale of Alison Moyet and the Resurrection of my Love For Music.
Half way through the week: it’s time to arm ourselves with knives*, guns** and girl power. *given that this is 2021 where everything is Serious Business can I just add that I DON’T MEAN THIS LITERALLY ** or this
Is that the bounciest, jauntiest flute solo you’ve ever heard in a Manics song? I think it is!
It’s Monday morning, and we need a little time to wake up.
We have finally made it to the one gig of my life for which I have the least to say.
All the songs of my life, #7 and #8: “The Ship Song” and “The Mercy Seat” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
The story of my meandering yet mighty life-long love for Nick Cave begins here, sometime around my 15th birthday.