The Velvet Underground can’t have invented everything. Even though sometimes it seems a bit like they did. They can’t have because they only started putting records out in 1967 and, by that time, The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band had been released and The Beatles had already invented everything. Well, not everything maybe,…
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It’s Only Baroque & Roll But I Like It. Or, I Want You, Bach. A Top Ten.
“If ever there’s an obscene noise to be made on an instrument, it’s going to come out of a guitar… That’s why I like it… The disgusting stink of a too-loud electric guitar: now that’s my idea of good time.” Frank Zappa An Introduction to Baroque n Roll. First things first, I hate Frank Zappa…
Indie Moans And The Raiders Of The Pop Charts. Or, ‘Don’t Pop’: How The Stone Roses Killed Indie And The Problem With Populism.
In my youth, if I was anything, I was an indie kid. In reality, I probably listened to more music from the 1960s than I did modern (for the time) indie music. And the reason that, of all the new music that was being released at that time, I chose to listen to indie…
The Gift Of The Fab(s). Or, Here Comes The Son(s Of God, allegedly): Why The Beatles Are Underrated.
When I wrote the last post, about The Stone Roses’ Second Coming debacle, I mentioned that I felt I might have been a bit hard on them and possibly I might do well to redress the balance of having a big old moan by being enthusiastic about something for a change. As it is, I’m…
Tense Tory Love Songs, The Stone Roses’ Second Coming. Or, Great Gestations.
I’ve written a couple of posts about The Stone Roses before, and they’ve mainly been celebratory which is right because they were important to me at that formative age. I’ve mentioned that I might write about how I went off them but I’ve been putting it off because, well, it seems a bit harsh. You…
I Am The Carpenter. Or, See How They Run Like Pigs From A Gun: See How They Cry.
“I weep for you,” the Walrus said: “I deeply sympathise.” With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes. Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, Lewis Carroll. At junior school I didn’t have very much to do with girls, viewing them as being…
I Wanna Be À Rebours. Or, It Don’t Come Easy. Unless It Does.
On things coming naturally and having to work at stuff. I like a lot of albums. Recently, I posted 10 albums that meant – probably, at least for those ten days – the most to me. Even though a lot of those records – and a lot more besides – do mean something in particular…
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