It started in the late nineties with James Murphy; punk rock drummer with a yen for listening to punk music with a dancey element to it. Cue The Gang Of Four, Can and an emphatic indebtedness to the ‘no-wave’ of 70s New York. A meet up with Tim Goldsworthy in Murphy’s studio being used by none other than David Holmes and before you know it they’re heading off to back to America for apple-pie and E’s with Murphy’s mother. Legendary Continue Reading

Difficult one this, piece of history and all that, but judged on its own merit this collection of raw (no, very raw) demos for early Pixie’s songs like ‘The Holiday Song’, ‘Caribou’ and ‘Subbacultha’ is a fairly testing 40 or so minutes for any listener. I don’t want to say ‘for fans only’ but it’s very difficult not to, amounting as it does to very little more than audio notes for the band’s recording of ‘Come On Pilgrim’ in 1987 Continue Reading

Presently touring with Clinic, Autoflux are rumoured to be one of the sharpest recent finds on the LA music scene and have already notched up performances with a dizzying array of music radicals: The White Stripes, the Breeders, Tortoise, Broadcast, and Blonde Redhead. Not that the band is as pasty and fresh-faced as you might imagine, all three members having cut their teeth on a fine old oddment of art and experimental projects in the last 10 years. Vocalist and Continue Reading

Coming off a totally different conveyor belt to that of the Strokes and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs was never going to be easy.  Showing the darker side of NYC, even harder.  Whilst neatly sidestepping the converse and suit jacket chic and heading straight for the suits, Interpol have always been somewhat unfashionable musically in comparison to many of their Big Apple contemporaries.  They could easily have by passed the radar, but after the hopelessness of ‘Turn on the Bright lights’, Continue Reading

A collective endeavour between erstwhile Los Angeles MCs Aceyalone and Mikah 9 (of the Freestyle Fellowship) and Abstract Rude (of Abstract Tribe Unique), Haiku D’Etat are together again for ‘Coup De Theatre’, released on the 16th October on the New York City Decon label. With guest slots from Blackalicious, Lyrics Born, Lateef, and Bus Driver and production from Fat Jack, Chief XL, Spacek, Kenny Segal, PMG, and DJ Drez ‘Coup De Theatre’ provides a cool, loungey and improvisational theatre of Continue Reading

Likes swimming against the tide, eh? A bit of a maverick . Likes to shock. Shit. I got it: ‘Shock City Maverick’. So the title could be better. So what? The boy from White Plains, New York and original lynch-pin of the spectacular and experimental beat-boy surrealists, Antipop Consortium and one time paid-up member of the Brooklyn Boom Poetic Collective, Beans is all set to return to the ring with ‘Shock City Maverick’, long-awaited follow-up to Bean’s full-length debut ‘Tomorrow Continue Reading

It’s an album that has already instigated a pedantic and infuriating game of Orwellian ‘double think’ over at magazines like the NME in Britain; are we to say it’s good and risk being ripped apart by the street savvy youth with his I-Pod and his copy of The Steet’s ‘A Grand Don’t Come For Free’ or do we say it’s bad and risk missing the kitsch-retro post-modernist boat altogether? Or is this what folks are expecting? We’ll sit on the Continue Reading

Whimsy – it’s a funny old quality. A valuable social feature perhaps, but a funny one nonetheless. A personality undoubtedly benefits from it – it’s like an accessory, tarting up what’s already there, even to the extent that one can be defined by how they accessorise – but to be swathed in it, or buried beneath it? For other things to be left to merely accessorise it? Do you see what I’m trying to say with this at all? The Continue Reading

Originally scheduled for release in 1995 and to be entitled Seven Days a Week, Tommy Stinson’s post-Replacements ‘Perfect’ album was shelved due to record company politics. But not just record company politics one can imagine. The fact that it simply wasn’t very good may have had something to do with it. Not that there’s any glaring errors, just that it rattles along without in a psudeo-Clash army kind of way without ever really threatening any kind of positive rock violence. Continue Reading

Camper Van Beethoven are back. Camper Van who? Okay, these were the guys who kick started the whole college rock thing in the US in the mid-eighties along with folks like Black Flag, Husker Du, The Minutemen and Sonic Youth and provided an eager and self-consciously geekish fraternity of bedsitters, bedwetters and art students such hopelessly shambolic masterpices as ‘Take The Skinheads Bowling’ and ‘Joe Stalin’s Cadillac’. It was funny at the time in an intelligent, screwball, ‘hey lets do the Continue Reading