Do you know a man, probably a friend of your father who’s single and tries to insist you call him uncle? He wears ironed jeans and a polo neck jumper under his shirt. He drinks gin and tonic, but insists it Gordons and Shweps. He’d happily wear a cravat, and, you suspect, have sex with… Read more

You know the Mylo song Destroy Rock and Roll. Well these guys heard it and took it seriously. Now I’m sure people will argue, and not without reason that RHCPricks have been subtly trying to kill rock for years, cynically producing horrible radio friendly poptastic rocklightwalk to channel money away from other bands actually trying… Read more

Enough already with Johnny Cash. Yes, Hurt can make me weep like a child uncontrollably, confronting my brash immortality with the horrible truth of my mortality. And much of the America recordings are very good. And even this album is good. Brimming with menace, honesty and energy. But come on now lads. Yeah its a… Read more

God that girl can wail! She’s some fucking lungs on her, and a good aul tune between her and the backing band. There’s a real urgency to it. And, although its the norm nower days, you can dance to it, but more importantly you want to, and you find yourself a bit drunk yelling the… Read more

I spent some time in India, as you may well know, and on one occasion I was taking a train across the desert between Jaipur and Jaisalmer. Anyway it was a long journey, and although you could get some tea every time the wallah came round, the hot sweet tea full of Cinnamon and cloves… Read more

Tell me, if I describe ‘P Diddy’ as a vacuous mouth breathing troglodyte, does that make me a racist? He, his MTV show ‘making the band’, and the lifestyle he espouses – seem utterly devoid of any worth or value. This superficial urban ‘culture’ does a disservice to America’s swelling, ethnically diverse and politically disenfranchised… Read more