Thirty years ago I was buying a lot of vinyl from Spillers, more out of necessity than anything else. I didn’t particularly warm to the place – it was cramped, and the staff could be aloof.

Around the same […]

Fabs – Yesterday and Today – butcher sleeve.

Caravanserai?

I was only 50/50 on this, and must confess a detour to Googleland for a confirmatory vote. But horsepiss immediately suggested something confrontational and uncompromising, like Einstürzende Neubauten. Is it Haus der Lüge?

Horned head raises the spectre of any number of Jamiroquai albums. Say it ain’t so.

Houses of the Holy Moonflowers. I played the 12″ of Get Higher a lot around 1990. Baggy, loose and groovy. Still gets the occasional outing when I’m pretending not to be old.

On the recent Pete Doherty thread, Gary suggested that Paul Weller, like Doherty, would be the kind of person inclined to punch a hedgehog. Personally, I don’t think he’d stoop so low. I sense a ruthless […]

Well, it could be Fatherhood by Babybird. But prepartum suggests an image of a foetus to me, so l’ll plump for The Moody Blues, In Search of the Lost Chord.

A cave in the Midlands. Could this be something from Black Sabbath?

Yay! But docked 0.05 points for an unnecessary plural at the end there.

Incredibly close. In astronomical units.

Words and Music by St Etienne?

Clowns

Oh yeah. It’s Burgers by Hot Tuna.

For no apparent reason, I can remember Agnew’s first ball in Test cricket. I think he was picked for England around the mid-80s, when Botham was on the naughty step. Fast-medium from Leicestershire. Played about […]

Camping with Keith and Candice Marie. Love it.

I thought he was good in The Birdcage.

My first though was Sir Thomas of Dolby’s third album. But too obvious, perhaps. A Buick put me in mind of a Telly Savalas solo album. Which led me to those French funksters Kojak, and their album Crime in the […]

REM. Murmur.

Crosby Stills & Nash. Live it up.