bsmrocks has written the following articles:
I had hoped to begin this by wishing everyone a happy new year, but unfortunately it's taken me a few too many weeks to make a start and have therefore missed my window and crossed into the "it's February, it's just weird to say happy new year now" territ»
It's a bit of a cliché to say it, but where has this year gone? 2009 has vanished in the blink of an eye and I've already found myself busy shopping for wrapping paper, gift tags and the worst of the worst decorations to help fill venues across the countr»
DiS' regular column from Big Scary Monsters Records' Kev Douch.»
I'm not sure if it makes me a smalltown boy, but gigs of more than 300 people have a habit of striking fear into my quickly beating heart...»
This past weekend I attended The Great Escape festival in Brighton. It's my second year there and nice to see the event expanding, rounded off triumphantly with a chaotic Big Scary Monsters showcase at the grotty Hobgoblin. A packed out venue and one-in-one-out system, naked band members, sing-alongs, giant hornets ruling the beer garden and an after-party on the beach were just some of the things which made it a special day and a great way to round off a messy weekend by the blustery sea.»
I started writing this some weeks ago, sitting in the back of our pimped up little hire car as we sped across the US, enjoying the unbelievably good US classic rock radio and relishing the chance to turn onto a new road every 150 or so miles. Unfortunately, thanks to the busy nature of the trip and the ensuing email catch-up (welcome home!) it has taken me until now, sitting in my front room in drizzly Oxford, only just back into sleeping on UK time and proudly sporting a “Don’t Mess With Texas” t-shirt (just one small part of my strong new tourist wardrobe), to find time to sit and write this thing up. Lets start at the start shall we? »
I decided not to write this month's column from Wetherspoons. I didn't want to give the impression that I'm some kind of dirty alcoholic who lives on £1.29 Sailor Jerry rum and value breakfasts. Instead I'm at home, currently cooking some form of chicken curry and only half-thinking about having a drink.»
Amid all of this Factory Records coverage we felt it an apt day to launch a new regular column from one of our favourite independent labels of the modern. »
