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So it's another hot summer night in June and Toby's still at large while Steph lies on her death bed and Sissy's packing her case to leave the Elstree wendy house for one last time and... ...Donna, the one who got sacked by Elastica for shooting up too many times finally »
Thank God for unpredictability! At a time when 99% of the demos I get to hear sound like bad copies of the Manics or The Strokes, or worse still, Nirvana wannabees, it makes a change to hear something that musically sounds like Ginger Wildheart fronting Menswear! I kid you»
Before I mention anything about this song, let's get one thing straight - country and western music can NEVER, EVER be considered cool by anyone under the age of 60 (unless of course you had the misfortune to be born in Burnley or some other redneck outpost). There are probably a thousand and one reasons why, but»
Sir Winston Churchill once said “We will fight them on the beaches…”, which in a parallel universe where Mansfield is a seaside town, could have some bearing on the air of antagonism seeping through the streets of this nondescript outpost.
Except of course, that dear old Winnie pro»
It's 1987 and 'Catchphrase' is on the telly, so I look at the guide for the local cinema but all we've got is 'Flashdance', so I listen to the radio and there's Johnny Hates Jazz giving me 'Shattered Dreams'... But what's this I hear? Some kind of Tom Hanks soundalike in 'Radi»
Boy this is loud! We're only twenty seconds in and already les Flames! are inciting aural anarchy - "We got the rock, we got the roll, we got the sound to get you excited!" and then...whoosh!!! High speed chainsaw buzz guitars and high pitched throat crunching screams combine to produce the most ins»
Tonight I've been glued in front of the TV, watching the Eurovistic cringeometer rise to 4,000 (and let's face it, Austria should have won for turning Fred Durst into Antoine De Caunes over a three-minute breakfast cereal commercial). Unlike their football teams, the Italians did fuck all, al»
Prejudice is a dirty word, and an even more difficult trait to overcome, so when you're entrusted to listen to an album that's splattered with the words "garage" and "punk" it can prove to be a thankless task hearing the finished product in its entirity without becoming entrapped in a sense of deja-vu»
Summer's here kids, and with it comes the sound of a wasp being shredded by a Kenwood Chef, its eyeballs scraped out by a cocktail stick followed by its wings until it's a piece of fluff waiting to reside in your navel. "Give me one chance? Please?" But this can't happen, oh irritating black and yell»
There's nothing worse than having your hopes built up only for them to plunge from a great height in a matter of minutes. When you see a name like The Revs you tend to expect them to sport mohicans and studded leather jackets and have names like Jerry Attrick and play the most visceral churning buzz»
Kerbang, Kerbang, Pow! Pow! Pow! Ker-langggggg!! That can only be one thing, right? The sound of Satan Presley serenading the Waltons accompanied by the emancipated grandchildren of Duane Eddy twanging away in the background. “Your head’s too big but your mind’s too small” scream»
You can probably count on the fingers of one hand the number of interesting and worthwhile bands that weren’t influenced by the Buzzcocks. Sadly the only time anyone mentions their name these days is by association with a BBC2 comedy gameshow. Not that television appearances will ever be a worry for»
If Catholics love Jesus and Muslims praise Allah, where does that leave those who worship at the shrine of Belle and Sebastian? In here tonight, for a guess… Because this is what the first Bowlie Weekender felt like. Obscure classics by the likes of Denim and the BMX Bandits drif»
"Mud slide for a joyride, drop my pants before I look around / drop rocks on my sunblock…tough search for a good rhyme". If only Lee, Duncan and the other two had met Pillow Talk twelve months ago then 'Fly By' might have been one of the most intentionally comical moments in pop»
Tired of the Strokes? Bored of Oasis? Fed up to the back teeth with Linkin Park?
May I suggest you carry on reading because Nottingham based four piece Sufferkiss may just be the antidote you’re looking for. Formed on Valentine’s Day 2001, Sufferkiss have rapidly attr»
Fortunately, the days when the words 'Australia's' and 'music scene' were linked together in the same sentence by the names Angry Anderson and Rolf Harris are well and truly behind us, and whether or not you like the Vines and Jet, no one can argue that for the time being»
I hope I'm wrong but the signs look ominous.
Having been dropped by their record label and then seeing bass player Paul Douglas depart a matter of just a few weeks later, most cynics would be sounding the death knell for Six By Seven.
Add to that the fact that the merchandise stall is awash with»
Leeds based (via Scunthorpe) four-piece FULC are a rare commodity – an English rock band who don’t sound like they have some strange fascination that involves metamorphosising into Americans. Originally formed at the back end of 1998, the current line up (Duane Walker – guitar & vocals, »
It may be hard to believe, but The Cardigans have been around for ten years now, and ‘Long Gone Before Daylight’ is actually their fifth long player. Whereas their last album ‘Gran Turismo’ was a fast and furious onslaught of larger than life pop tunes and even bigger hits (‘Erase/Rewind’<»
Every once in a while, you’ll discover a book or a song, maybe a piece of film even, that inspires you to get off your lazy ass and do something creative. Now before anyone rushes out looking for the latest Dom And The Cynics release, don’t bother, cos that last sentence wasn’t meant to be taken literally in»
One of my ambitions was to be able to play air guitar as good as Bill and Ted, so off I traipsed down to my local GT Sports for that age old air guitar accessory, the tennis racket. Sadly, it's been lying under my bed now for a good six or more years, destined for a lifetime in a charity shop window, or wo»
It must be a nightmare if you’ve just started your own band and you’re trying to make a name for yourselves, especially if London’s the place where you wanna make it happen. Why? Because there are gonna be literally thousands of likeminded souls in the same boat, and only those who can offer something very»
Well it’s that time of year again, when the NME hold their annual 'Scraping The Bottom Of The Barrel' awards, which basically involves forcing the collective works of some second rate bunch of chancers down people’s throats ‘til their eyes, ears, nose, mouth and stomach need to be removed. Previous winner»
Sometimes you need cheering up, and when your team’s just given away a future England captain for the paltry sum of £2.25m and they haven’t won for seven games, you know things can’t get much worse. (please note that Dom is a sadly afflicted Nottingham Forest Fan - sports Ed) Until Tempertwig clambe»