I had picked up on the Mates of State on their prior album, Re-Arrange Us. It caught my attention but I didn't love it. But it was good enough that I started looking into their back catalogue and keeping an eye on their future. In case you don't know them, Mates of State is a... Continue Reading →
I recently watched the BBC4 documentary Music for Mistfits: The Story of Indie. While the three part series covers oft-told stories, the effect of viewing them as a group under the indie banner is really satisfying. It also fills some gaps with bands and songs that often didn't get play outside of the UK. With that bounty... Continue Reading →
We are inundated with cash-in cover songs that introduce new acts that have "talent" but no real songs of their own. But in a small number of cases, songs are reinterpreted as a way of bringing something new to the song. In an even smaller number of cases, those cover versions eclipse their original versions... Continue Reading →
The first trailer for Trainspotting 2 was released this week. I've watched it a dozen times so far. I so need this film to be good.
https://open.spotify.com/album/5VcL09CBaLiYwSgzpOTCio I had to start somewhere, so why not here? I rescued this album out of the 2 for $3 bin at a local record shop earlier this year. Ultravox was a new wave outfit out of London that saw some success in the early 80's. I really only knew them for the... Continue Reading →
spotify:album:4V92Puney9WxGPecKtLG4L On their first two efforts, Red Roses For You, and Rum, Sodomy, and The Lash, The Pogues established themselves as one of the most interesting, if novel, bands in post-punk London. The band, led by Shane MacGowan, traded fuzzbox guitars for mandolins and pipes to create a sound as powerful as any, more "mainstream",... Continue Reading →
Years after decrying the Ramones in a letter to Melody Maker as an unknown fan ("The Ramones have absolutely nothing to add that is of relevance or importance and should be rightly filed and forgotten."), Morrissey thrilled fans at a show in Brooklyn with this ripping cover of Judy is a Punk.
[I lied. There will be a bit of Bowie in this.] When I read the news of David Bowie's death at 6:30 am my time on Monday morning, I was shocked. A simple "rip David Bowie" was in my news feed on social media. What made it shocking was that (1) he seemed ageless, and... Continue Reading →