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There are various little moments that stick out from when I was a child. Accidentally smashing the front room television is one – my Dad was not best pleased; nearly getting hit by a car is another – my Mum chastised me for that one. I even remember my thrill as Sky broadcast the Transformers film at 6am one Christmas Day morning – neither parent displayed much pleasure at the early call. But
One year before he assumed the lead role in Doctor Who, Tom Baker was just another struggling actor, taking odd jobs just to make ends meat. The Liverpudlian had enjoyed a modicum of success following his portrayal of Rasputin in the 1971 Oscar Award winning Nicholas and Alexandra, yet within two years found himself reduced to bit parts and insignificant roles. For a time, Baker also took on
Unbelievably, I still meet people that believe music stopped progressing following the death of Kurt Cobain in April 1994. Indeed, a short lull most certainly followed his death, but art will always progress in the face of death. Whether or not a piece of art becomes a commercial successful is not only irrelevant, but a moronic concept. Those that breed commercial art, seek solely to pursue
When Andreas Dorau penned "Fred vom Jupiter" as part of a school project, it is unlikely the seventeen-year-old realised that he had struck gold. Released in 1981, the electropop single was released by Dorau on the Ata-Tak label under the banner of Die Doraus und die Marinas. It would become a minor hit in Germany, Austria and the UK, where it was released by Mute Records. The song, which
Following successful support slots with the likes of Beck, Public Enemy and The Beastie Boys in the late-90's, Australian electronic group The Avalanches eventually released their début album at the start of the new century. The release, Since I Left You, was originally pencilled in for release in early 2000; however this release date was pushed back on a number of occasions, as the group
Fucking hell... there are simply not enough expletives in the world to justify this fucking shit.
Rising to the fore during the second generation of punk, London group The Ruts became one of the few from that genre to truly reach a wider audience. The beginnings of the imposing foursome actually veered towards the burgeoning "Oi!" movement before musical leanings saw them drift into grounds defined by reggae and dub. Part of their sound was also guided by their association with numerous
With the release of their self-titled debut LP on themselves, Dublin-based noise prosecutors Kill! Kill! Death! Death! have made a stand, by producing mindless, yet fun lo-fi garage punk. The ten-tracks shift through lo-fi a number of powder induced gears, although at times the incessant noise slips into dirge territory. It would have nicer had the drums sounded somewhat crisper - as it stands,
With percussion ricocheting amongst the speakers, Pram's sixth album, The Museum of Imaginary Animals presents itself as a curious entity. Although the songs within were still more cohesive than later efforts, the Birmingham group drifted away from their dream-pop leanings, offering up avant-garde pieces that brought Rosie Cuckson's eerie and distant vocals to the fore. Signifying that was The
Swift dissipation, whilst flickering memories caress the dirt-tainted concrete – rain sodden under an ashen brazen sky. It isn’t just cold; it actually feels cold… and desolate… and desperate. These smoky lives wither and lie in wait – colourless and featureless thanks to the persuasion of modern life. Identikit people and every single one of them billowing with nonsense – is it any wonder
"I am here toooo zuck yur bllooood......"