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spent on how you got your way into the gig. Not good journalism, really!

And bringing out the "goth" cliche - tiresome and complete lack of knowledge of the length and breadth of The Cure's catalogue. A bit of lippy and eyeliner might make their image Goth, but the music? With all that pop strong melody?

giraffe me up!

(another of their projects) is more lively, but quiet pretty music still has its place.

- especially 'The Sun Smells Too Loud’. They've gone downhill in that department, steadily. Hope the new material rocks, though.

so clinical and airless in atmosphere. Like a snotty art gallery. Bring back the old style store, please!

I'm ill and hallucinating enough without this as well!

if that's the case.

- no wonder she covers it up half the time in pictures.

As for the music = pure Nathan Barley bollox.

Ipso Facto's eyebrows..!!

Also, We Are Physics' guitarist resembles Ross from The League of Gentlemen.

solo song from Nikolai there, quite rustic French and Matt Elliot. Was kind of waiting for it to veer away from sounding like an intro and kick into something more full though, maybe with vocals too.

- you're out of your mind!

I tend to find the opposite; that we have some serious lacking going on. But rock journalism's always been about pretentiousness (CF: NME in the mid 90s when it was actually witty and interesting) to be honest. I'd rather have verbosity and crazed imagination than dumbed down could-have-been-written-by-a-twelve-year-old simplicity - which I find a lot of online, to be honest (goes back to my statement below about how anyone can post reviews and stuff up nowadays, so the form has lost its spark).

I agree with you that we need the presence of some genuine insights and ideas, and that fanzines might make way for bigger and better things too, if more of us got up and did stuff (I'm in the process of getting active on this front again soon, actually, hurrah). "Careless Talk Costs Lives" revolutionised things for me, but "Plan B" just isn't the same.

With the internet, it's far easier to scroll and skim read and get the gist, which you can't do as quickly with a printed magazine. People (me included, to some extent) just can't be bothered anymore. Internet = immediacy. You can click on links and be taken straight to the music, whereas with a mag, takes more effort.

Also, when you think about how many scores and scores of blogs, zines, sites, etc are out there; everyone has become a music critic. The music journalist is a dead concept now, because anyone can do it; the form of it all has been debased and all the magic has gone.

Moreover, with Myspace, downloads, etc, it's all purely about the music speaking for itself now. You just need to catch a name, type it in and decide for yourself. You don't have to read about haircuts and new movements and bullsh*t; you can just hit play and run away with it.

listen to the early / mid period stuff - completely different to this garbled nonsense, and much more accessible with pure melody!

They played the best bits of this album at the Somerset House gig not so long ago, so this isn't so wild. Weird festival choice though.

but the gigs are always secret so it's all lowkey and exclusive which isn't much use unless you're psychic or drink in there every single night.

The Luminaire isn't a pub. It's a gig venue.

- he looks hungover to utter death, and scary with it!

... all the above videos all at once and it's much more interesting than each of them on their own. Or maybe you'd prefer the sonics of a dentist's drill?

Also: the title of this article is erroneous. That man is always enraged, provocation uneccessary. I hope Dom Gourlay had a long lie down post-speak, anyway.

"it’s surely no coincidence that the guy in the band who famously bonded over a love of Warhol muse Edie Sedgwick wound up dating Kate Moss"

taking them to a pie and pasty factory going to ween them off drugs? Are they crack-filled pies?