When we did a best album of the noughties, I nominated Stramash, by Colin Steele, a bebop/trad Scottish/chamber fusion piece, from 2009. When the same set of musicians performed it live, at Celtic Connections in […]

I have just aquired and am enjoying the latest Countess of Fife album, the second one, the Contess being the alter ego of the Rezillo/Revillo, Fae Fife. McGee present and correct with allocably appropriate twang appeal.

Yes

That Deslondes album is great, btw. I thought the Black Keys dulll and derivative. Both, as covers albums, were compulsory listens for me.

@patrick-crowther was that, no longer here, still in Italy and on fb.

Or, as we call it in this house: 1 duvet cover, stuffed for winter, empty in the heat.

Must lern to reed proper.

As was Sandinista, but that was deliberate, to keep down the price.

True and pure altruism of the top drawer. Utter, utter respect.

Plus I spelt it wrong, which is embarrassing….

As in Rusty Bedsprings, by I.P. Knightley. I find Bon Iver in full, um, flow, makes me think of his poor mother. All those sheets, night after night after night.

A month of 2 halves was May. Or probably 6 or 7. Let’s start with the routine…. Telly: as ever, more failed starts than keepers, switching off during a first or second episode. Half Man was one such, des […]

Say it ain’t so.

Blimey, no, @Bejesus, it isn’t, it is ghastly!!! Sentimental twaddle with a side order of shite, that makes the entire earlier output of B&S seem worthwhile. The video is vile too; Murdoch comes across as a once m […]

Dippy dippy here, which sounds how you might catch it.

So you wil like the Elevator Songs, with Gabriel Kahn, I have been written to about?

I have always wondered about those billboards at field edges: “Farmer’s Own Seed”….

Isn’t it parme-ZHaan in the US? Se also ‘erbs.

There’s a bloke in Waitrose whenever I go in, if it’s a Friday, parked inconveniently, with his trolley obstructing the rest of the magazines, reading Staffordshire Life, or some such pap, cover to cover, whilst […]

I’ve stopped watching the BBC news channel. Is Nick Eardley still a political reporter? I swear he is the proof that Stanley Baxter did actually sire a son.