Ed Sheeran is shit. Google translated into Spanish, Arabic, English, Albanian, Telugu and back into English


Ed Sheeran sucks. Read the rest of this entry »

Morrissey is shit


Morrissey is shit. Read the rest of this entry »

Bon Iver is shit


Bon Iver is shit. Read the rest of this entry »

Bono is shit


Bono is shit. Read the rest of this entry »

Billy Corgan is shit


Billy Corgan is shit. Read the rest of this entry »

Dave Grohl is shit


Dave Grohl is shit. Read the rest of this entry »

Chris Martin is shit


Chris Martin is shit. Read the rest of this entry »

Ed Sheeran is shit


Ed Sheeran is shit. Read the rest of this entry »

No Monster Club. Where Did You Get That Milkshake? In words. And a bit of postmodernism.


The first song reminds me of the Tronics, and its title references The B-52s. So does its sound, now I think on it. In a distorto, male way.  Read the rest of this entry »

Nicholas Allbrook. Pure Gardiya. In hyperbole.



This is the music that made me want to write about music. Read the rest of this entry »

Tough Tits. Anxious. In words.



Can’t help noticing that on the press release for this new single (‘Anxious’ b/w ‘No Know’) I don’t get a sniff of a mention. Line of Best Fit, Louder than War, Vice, The Quietus… oh yeah baby. Read the rest of this entry »

Foxy Morons. Foxy Morons. In words.



First thing you need to know is that there are a surprising number of bands called Foxy Morons or Foxymorons, or theatrical acts.  Read the rest of this entry »

The Moonbears. Let’s get nice with… In words.



Neil Kulkarni, yeah? His band from Cov, yeah?  Read the rest of this entry »

Red Red Krovvy. Red Red Krovvy. In words.



I was there. I lived it. No, fuck you.  Read the rest of this entry »

More great songs. And albums. From 2016.



Not to be confused with the previous post. Read the rest of this entry »

My albums. And songs. Of 2016



I sat in a convivial pub the other night as around me convivial sorts chattered and laughed. I could barely hear a word. Every so often, the sound of what appeared to be a band tuning up threatened to break down even that little of my personal space. I do not need, not REQUIRE an excess of noise. I love music but not when it no longer sounds like music. The first few in this list are walk-homes, and have been played in any number of situations – on the train, on the train, in a car, late at night, for comfort, for company, for challenge, for conversation. Sometimes, even my family has heard them. The rest fade into silence, or a default Anticipation Is So Much Better category where my imagining of their sound is always comforting than the sound itself (assuming I have heard it). Some of these are here because I wholeheartedly approve of them. Some are here as a nod to my lost community. Some are even here because they make me happy. If you still require a rating system, then using the one patented by Scott Creney several years back all of these rate One (out of One). I have provided links to where I wrote about the music in question, if applicable.

Biggest disappointment? Easy. Dexys.
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the music crit as David-troll (FB)



The last couple of days, bored through inertia, I took to gently trolling my peers on Facebook. Read the rest of this entry »

star ratings in music reviews (0/*****)



I was sent the following questions from a music journalism student at Huddersfield Uni. I thought I would share my answers with you. Read the rest of this entry »

editorial to Careless Talk Costs Lives #1



This is the final issue of Careless Talk Costs Lives. Read the rest of this entry »

Giving me a million reasons; what I listen to when I hear a new album


I try to never focus too hard, first listen. Read the rest of this entry »

The greatest performance



“Go on, cry cry, your tears won’t change a thing”. Read the rest of this entry »

10 Bob Dylan songs you should die before you hear



You win. Again. All you bastards with your linear narratives. All you male bastards, writing entire worlds out of existence. Read the rest of this entry »

Bob Dylan wins the Nobel Prize for Literature ; some facts



Bob Dylan winning a Nobel Prize for Literature says nothing about the quality of Dylan’s work and everything about the age, ethnicity and gender of the Nobel Prize for Literature judges. Read the rest of this entry »

10 reasons I have not written about the new Jenny Hval yet



Once again, music critics fail to grasp magic. Fail to grasp music. They think that through describing music you can approximate an understanding or appreciation of music. No. No you can’t. All you can do by describing music is to appear Second Rate. Read the rest of this entry »

I want to write about Tough Tits ; no fucks given and none taken



I recall stories of Earth early on. Read the rest of this entry »