It all seemed so innocent. Didn’t it? It did t’me. Fuck it for a while I believed it would be fun. They were some how much more likeable than oasis, who looked like they might give you a kicking and steal our weed, or the pedo looker Jarvis. Fucking blur were all shouty like bumping… Read more

Myths of the near future. What do they mean by that? The obvious poetical necessity of it, as a concept is that of a stunning arrogance. It reeks of the smug old boy system, of school ties and port, of ruddy faced men in blazers laughingly clubbing a baby seal to death. The idea of… Read more

Razorlightning rod. White jean wearing crocks of cack. In the morning you know you won’t remember a thing is a gleeful telling of date rape, as Johnny crows and dances round the semi conscious naked form of some drugged girl he’s about to plough. Disgusting. And they play it on the radio. I hope the… Read more

I love Lily Allen. She’s fucking fantastic. I would eat her if I could. On bread with a little brown sauce. She has a damn sweet voice, a beautiful turn of phrase, and a wildly misjudged sense of style. Fuck it I’m not going into any greater details, it’s a good album and she is… Read more

The record stomps and drags you through it, it passes you by so quickly you don’t notice the time past- your head full of the gory details, like driving past a nasty car smash at 90mph on a freeway, and you swear that you saw a half dead guy trying to pull his decapitated girls… Read more

Hot damn this was like having my head dunked into joy, take this image and run with it, and some money and buy this little brilliance, this unsurpassed sample of heavens elevator music and smile, smile like a Cheshire cat manufacturer whose just replaced his entire work force with a machine. You will be listening… Read more