Intermission
August 14, 2008
I’m at Edinburgh Festival. Chill. Normal service will resume shortly.
Talk Talk Talk and Mr. Agreeable, 18th February 1995
August 12, 2008
Everett True reviews The Pixes, Ride and other live at Crystal Palace Bowl, 15th June 1991
August 11, 2008
Everett True reviews The Pixies, Ride, Cud, The Miltown Brothers & The Boo Radleys live at the Crystal Palace Bowl.
“The Pixies are living affirmation that rock is still alive and kicking its way far into our lives. The greatest rock band on the planet? Name me another of their stature.”
I have to agree with ET and it’s really pleasing to think that unlike many bands who were puffed up to dizzy heights only to vaporise to nothing outside of whatever crest of a scene they rode up on, The Pixies music is still as vital and compelling now as it was then. Truly a great, great band.
Carter USM cover of Melody Maker 15th June 1991
August 10, 2008
Simon Reynolds interviews The Stone Roses, 3rd June 1989
August 9, 2008
Advertisment for The Reading Festival, 1989
August 8, 2008
With August Bank Holiday coming up I thought it’d be fun to post this ad for Reading Festival. When you look at all these bands, most of whom have broken up long ago, it rather puts into perspective how well 7th on the bill, My Bloody Valentine have done. New Model Army are still together though!
Just discovered that Spin magazine put their entire magazine online for free via Simon Reynolds recent piece on My Bloody Valentine. Amazing!
This is the funniest thing I saw all week. Watch to the end…it really kicks in around 1.10. Hold tight!
Patchouli oil? Check. Dry ice? Check. Bags of flour (extra large)? Check.
Sutherland signs off his review with “This model will run and run until doomsday” and what a good forecast that turns out to be as The Neph have just played two back to back shows at the Shepherd’s Bush Empire in July 2008. Into “the great goth preoccupation with death” we go. Here’s Moonchild. Overblown, ridiculously pretentious, but classic.
Also on this page Dave Jennings reviews Ghost Stories by The Dream Syndicate. Push reviews At the Rivers Edge by The Crazy Pink Revolvers and Mick Mercer reviews 3LB by Thatcher on Acid.
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Talk Talk Talk & Mr. Agreeable, 16th April 1994
August 6, 2008
Both pages of Talk Talk Talk this time because I saw that Oasis debut single advert and thought “ohh look…that’s a bit of history is that” and besides, I never know when then cat might strike again.
Note how Mr. Agreeable beats the currently fashionable take on rubbishing Primal Scream by slagging them off perfectly in a single sentence as far back as 1994.
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Kurt Cobain on the cover of Melody Maker, 16th April 1994
August 5, 2008
Kurt Cobain obituary cover of Melody Maker, 16th April 1994. Photo by Stephen Sweet (taken in New York 1993)
Believe it or not, 3 days ago this cover was in pristine condition. I’d kept it for 14 years without a mark on it. Then last night I came back to find the cat had decided to use it to mop up whatever unquantifiable secretion came out of his body. So now it looks like this, all fucked up, battered and stained. A bit like Kurt really.
On the subject of bodily secretions, if you like animation then take the phone off the hook for 9 minutes and watch this fantastic piece of work. Don’t skip bits or it’ll spoil the finale. Well worth it.
David Stubbs contemplates Kurt Cobains suicide, 16th April 1994. Main photo Steve Gullick.
ET conspiciously absent from all the obituary/features that ran in the wake of Cobain’s death. You get the feeling these pieces were written more out of a sense of duty and ‘having to cover it’ than anything else. But I’ve just re-read this piece and Stubbs does an admirable job given the task.
Tangentially related (I always think of Nirvana as the band that kick started ‘indie’s’ demise even though they were on Geffen when they broke) is this excellent feature from The Independent entitled “Does the world really need another indie band?”. Came across this today when trying to find out who The Wombats are for work. Depressingly I’ve subsequently realised that I have heard their instantly forgettable “Let’s dance to Joy Division” dirge. Indie landfill indeed.
Someday day a real rain will come…at Glastonbury….at T in the Park….at Reading…..









