The mixtape is dead. Long live the mixtape!
It all started with Lee Davies*, on our annual church coach trip to the seaside, sometime in the early 90s. “Here, have a listen to this”, he enthusiastically commanded, shoving a pair of scratchy foam Walkman headphones onto my ringleted ten-year-old head. Lee was two years older than me, friends with my cousin, and my…
Review: Michael Kiwanuka, Tramshed, Cardiff – 17.10.2016
It’s a treat to watch an act of this stature in this great venue, but I doubt we’ll see him back here again, as bigger things surely beckon.
Goodnight Bobby…and musings on musical deaths
Three mornings this week the boy has been minding his own business in the kitchen only to be disturbed by hollered snippets of misery from the floor above. Thanks to my habit of checking Twitter before I even contemplate getting up, I’ve become a bit of a bed-bound bearer of bad news. It goes a…
She-Bop: A history of women in rock and pop
It’s such a cliché to not like Mondays that I really wish I did like them. I’ve tried hard to flirt with Monday, to trick myself into pretending it’s actually Thursday, but to no avail. *gallic shrug* Mondays are bitty, frequently overwhelming, require the organisational zeal of a great military leader and never quite leave…
Love songs reimagined
There’s little better on a sunny day than bagging a place on a sun lounger in the garden and tuning in to Huey (the achingly cool Noo Yoiker from the Fun Lovin Criminals) on BBC 6 Music. Never plays a duff tune, and as for that chocolatey “hot dwogs and cwaffee” drawl…. Today he played…