Inspiral Carpets on the cover of Melody Maker, 14th April 1990. Photos Kevin Westenberg.

So this is how it feels to be lonely
this is how it feels to be small
this is how it feels when Lehman Brothers mean nothing at all

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Melody Maker singles of the year 1988

Melody Maker singles of the year 1988.

Got lots to say but no time right now. A few points on the above.

You Made Me Realise should be No.1 and Freak Scene should be No.2

Although you’re most likely to hear Crash as the soundtrack to a compilation of home movies it is a *great* pop single and should be higher.

The Young Gods inexplicably make the charts. I never got them and I know I wasn’t the only one. Someone commented a while back about how they seemed like an elaborate practical joke, as if Stubbs and co. had had a pub bet between themselves that they could break even the most difficult, avant-nonsense group. I think bovine masses got it right on this occasion.

Thanks again to the Idolator for the traffic spike. Thanks to everyone that emailed too – it’s really nice to hear from everyone.

I have to get ready for a 40th birthday party now, not mine quite yet, but fucking hell….40!

Chris Roberts interviews The Sugarcubes - part two, 24th-31st December 1988

Chris Roberts interviews The Sugarcubes – part two, 24th-31st December 1988.

Chris Roberts interviews The Sugarcubes - part 1, 24th-31st December 1988

Chris Roberts interviews The Sugarcubes – part one, 24th-31st December 1988. Photos by Andy Catlin. Part 2 tomorrow.

See if you can avoid staring at the eyebrows on Bjork. I can’t.

If you’ve never heard the Justin Robertson remix of Birthday then do so immediately!

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Talk Talk Talk featuring Mr. Agreeable and Pepe Le Punk, 25th February 1995

So yesterday, what with it possibly being the end of the world as we know it, I was all set to post an R.E.M. interview, but then I started drawing the Songs About Fucking album cover in MS Paint. Oh that won’t take long I thought, but once I got going I kept tweaking and changing, and then there was no time left to post. But y’know…if the world had ended at least I’d have used my last time on the planet constructively..right? I am such a twat.

So tonight here’s some Talk Talk Talk with Mr. Agreeable and Pepe Le Punk in recognition of the post on The Idolator re: “Dear Backlash” and the follow up comments about it. Thanks to Michaelangelo Matos for the post. Is it just me or does the C.U.N.T. featured here look like Andrew Collins?

Feel free to check up on the state of the world yourself every so often, using this handy url

or for those of you who want something a little more serious

The Vinyl Curtain. Melody Makers best albums of 1987

Apologies again for the missing part of the page, which met with some sort of nasty incident with a scalpel. No idea why.

For the completeists the missing records from 1987 were

28. Squirrel and g-man… – Happy Mondays
29. Oh! tears baby – Win
30. At my window – Townes Van Zandt

I know this because of this great link that lists all the end of year charts from the Melody Maker from 1979 to 2000 when it died.

Link thanks to Hieronymus of Hesselink over at the When Saturday Comes message board

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Dear Backlash - David Stubbs offers advice to the would be MM letter writers

Dear Readers,

Do you remember the humble letter? There are a couple of pictures on this piece to remind you exactly what one looks like should your memory fail you. A real handwritten letter is such a rare commodity these days and certainly as rare as to be practically extinct in the context of readers writing letters to N.M.E. as Morrissey famously did. Look that’s him in the background holding up an electric typewriter. Yes, electric…kinda like power steering for your fingers.

These days the only sort of letters anyone receives invariably hail from over friendly corporations, who, purely in the interests of trying to help us overcome life’s little hiccups, write to remind us that “in difficult times like these” they can help…because “there never has been a better time to buy [insert product or service] from [insert ‘helpful’ corporation name here]”. Cunts.

I can remember a time not that long ago, before faxes, emails, message boards and txts, when the letter was KING. It was THE medium of all communication with the press simply because it was the ONLY medium of communication with the press. You’ll understand of course that I NEVER once wrote to Melody Maker, precisely for fear of eliciting the sort of sniggering ridicule on the 25th floor that Wing Co. Stubbs sums up here. With typical gusto, and drawing on (deep breath), Shakespeare, Chaucer, Kant, Wittgenstein (twice), Kafka, neoclassical English literature, Salvador Dali, haiku poetry, James Joyce and Keats, Stubbs belittles yet consistently  entertains throughout. Thoroughly enjoyable but so very much of its time, and not only because of all those overtly intellectual reference points.

Can you imagine the sort of responses to this there would be these days if there were online comments below. LOL!!!!!!!!

I was never a prolific letter writer but sending and receiving letters was something special, a rare treat due to the physicality of the item. I haven’t written a letter for ages so I make this rash promise. I will write a proper letter to the first person that gets in touch with their postal address. With this letter I will include not only kind words but also the Dear Backlash page featured here. Consider this proposal open and valid until such a time that this page says it’s not.

Yours in anticipation,


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