
Once upon a time in the days of black and white and the British pound being split up into unfathomable fractions, fans of football teams would clap and twirl their rattles, cheering on their favourite football team and having a pint or six, with a hard luck to or from the opposing fanbase. Something changed

We’re not really into the whole post-punk, long anorak, well-read indie music stuff on these pages. We’re not saying that it is a bad thing, rather, just letting you know that with these things, we’re an unreliable source. And so to Black Midi who were the darlings of lads in cherry red Doc Martens, gloomy

Funny what people turn into films these days. The latest to surprise us (not unpleasantly, mind) is the movie about indie slacker kings, Pavement. It is called ‘Pavements’ and directed by Alex Ross Perry who we don’t know, but we’re going to assume they love a trucker cap and a plaid shirt and some beat

In record collector circles, Dorothy Carter is a big ticket and her ‘Troubadour’ LP is the stuff of legend. Originally released back in 1976, it was a pioneering and unique work and linked up folk with other-worldly avant-garde behaviours. It’s a wild and beautiful body of work. She studied formally before finding herself in a

The Lemon Twigs have hit a hot streak lately, and in that time, have set up their own record label. Very nice indeed. What that has translated into now, is a solo cut from Brian D’Addario called ‘Till The Morning’, which has a mild echo of The Band in it, along with all the lovely,…

Ever see Method Man and Redman’s name together on a new release and hope it sounds exactly like you’d hope it’d sound? Great news for you then, because the legendary pair have teamed up on a track that sounds like super fun Golden Era hip hop that’s funny, fun, brassy, and all that good stuff.

Electric pioneer and Canadian music legend Bruce Haack is always worth diving into when it comes to one of the most interesting and brilliantly oddball back catalogues, so news of a reissue is worth pricking your ears up for. His 1975 work ‘This Old Man’ is being tarted up and you’ll be able to buy…

“You broke my sitar, motherfucker!” In the current climate of pop and rock, it might be impossible to think of a documentary like ‘DIG!’ being made. So unflinching is it in parts, that you can’t foresee the manicured bands of 2025 allowing themselves to be shown quite as starkly as The Dandy Warhols and Brian…
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