The London Suede is a fantastic name. Very 60s.

And his ridiculous blonde wig.

Kamasi… the Vivid Video of jazz?

Even that queer TOTP version of The Weight is brilliant.

Morricone has scored many many films, and quite a lot of them have the distinction of being fairly rubbish apart from the soundtrack.

The collected Tarantino would be a wonderful thing if it was just the music rather than the tiresome films attached to them.

The album (or albums*) is a brilliant, extraordinary thing, totally unlike anything else ever released. The SPs finish the 70s by doing a double concept album laced with narration and strings. Wow.

(* there […]

The answer of course is the Too Late to Stop Now gigs, or Misty at CounterEurovision. I haven’t seen or heard any gigs to rival those on terms of atmos, excitement and kinetic musicianship.

Failing that, the […]

Amen.

Have you tried listening to dialogue these days? All that sighing and grunting, not exactly Shakespeare is it?

Mind you my taste in films is pretty specialist.

Easy Rider… the film is tedious. The album stonks.

I refer the right honourable lady to the works of Low.

PS. I saw the Buddster at Cambridge Folk Festival in 1992 and I have to say he was fookin boss. Consummate showman, like most Chicago-style blues players of his era.

Little goes ‘Woahhh” and Large goes “Eeeeuuuurrrgghhh”. That’s the difference.

Coldplay go ‘Woahhh” and Radiohead go “Eeeeuuuurrrgghhh”. That’s the difference.

Amen. Nirvana were a good little band, on the scale of someone like Milltown Brothers. That’s all.

I think I may have had a convo with an Afterworder this very night.

If you know who I am, flash your lights.

Is that a joke for them too? Are we to keep our eyes peeled for things like “Hooray for the Blackshirts… Three More From Them Later”

Thank god there are no “sixties dodgers” in the top three. People might be under the mistaken impression that the last forty years have actually happened.

That Jim Callaghan is soooo nebulous.

I don’t know what Peter Jones would say but whatever it was he would start by saying “Well…”

Bwahaha!

Like he can remember anything he’s said. You’re lucky if he doesn’t start singing “Feelings”