saint mungo. mary. and midge

The skies might be clear, dusted lightly just with veins of ash, but my humour is grey to middling.Determined to make something of it, I climb down out of the box and venture out to rub shoulders with tourists and Spring Bank Holidaymakers. It intrigues me why so many tourists hasten to this city. Even

the last movie

“There are moments that I’ve had some real brilliance, you know. But I think they are moments. And sometimes – in a career – moments are enough. I never felt I played the great part. I never felt that I directed the great movie… I can’t say that it’s anybody’s fault but my own.”I was

a loaf supreme

montage by ib. I have Holly to thank for this learning curve. For joining the dots and uncovering shared DNA from a time not so long ago when king ether and happenstance still reigned absolute; when genetic code could not be matched through a Uniform Resource Locator.Supreme Dicks came together in Massachusetts in 1982. Somewhere

barrow boy | flirting with disaster

In spite   of the glam jacket, Surrey boys Mud were too steeped in chips and gravy to turn a convincing trick in the US when hitmakers Nicky Chinn and Mike Chapman came calling.Between their formation in 1966 – out of the ashes of Ramainder and Les Gray’s The Mourners – and their signing with Mickie

the case for the defence

“I love this blog not just for the editor’s musical taste (which is exemplary), but also for his artful presentation of the material. Rather than post entire albums (which I don’t approve of), he instead zeroes in on a particular song or two and offers it along with anecdotal text which is as smart as

our man flint: a breakfast of kings

montage by ib.It was so hot this morning we breakfasted in a Brazillian cafe in the Trongate. Sufficiently searing that my elderly – non portable – PPC went into thermal shutdown before we ventured out. Intel does not equate with intelligence. The Motorola is still boss, but slow. As to our prolonged alfresco fueling, not

communiqué #27: more riz for your sunday spliff

illustration by Boris Artzybasheff: 25 May 1899 – 16 July 1965. Somewhat tiring of this, quite frankly, I have these few words to impart:DMCA ballbreakers and ambulance chasers; suck my F@CKIN’ cock.Suffer one more paragraph of mine to be deleted, and I’ll toast you and your litter of rats. If you wish to see ‘product’

detroit nickel bag

Sometimes the good shit rolls right on by. Streaming ticker tape and all manner of sweet things stashed in the glove compartment. You don’t catch up with it until much later. When it’s burned out. Jacked up on bricks in a vacant lot; nose down in a ditch with its hood popped open and the

"one"

A veteran of Duke Reid’s Treasure Isle label, Edward O’Sullivan Lee scored his first hit as producer in 1967: Roy Shirley’s “Musical Field” for WIRL. From there it was a steppin’ razor to renting space at Channel One.Throughout the 1970s, virtually every dub 7″ produced by Lee for his own imprint came stamped with a

subject to alteration

▼ WIRE: MR. SUIT from “Pink Flag” LP (Harvest EMI) 1977 (UK)

toilet love

the patented o®eaganomics toilet synthesizer™. From Oreaganomics latest issue, “The Red Velvet Sessions“; produced by Andrew Small and available to download exclusively on CLLCT. I was chatting with an Oreaganomic late last night. What with wildly conflicting time zones, etc, I found it quite impossible to get a handle on what hour of day or

the fabled lost album | maryjane redux

Given that Life Support has now been pulled, it might be timely to indulge in a little hospital resurrection. ‘Hospital’, in the legal sense: “a charitable institution for the education of the young” ; as a word, a tongue-twister for infants and those waking from a coma. The ward has been closed. The files shredded.

bomis prendin: seconds too late

Further to an earlier piece here on Richmond’s Karen Cooper Complex, travel directly to WFMU to avail yourself of Jason Sigal’s concise overview on the experimental scene which existed in Virginia and Washington DC between 1970 and 1981. As archived on the previously lauded FMA, DC’s Bomis Prendin was born of a “mutating collective” originally

déjà vu: hector’s house

What started out in my brain as a Midnight Florida Fantasy soon escalated into a delirium haunted by flutterings of ZaZa & Kiki in “La Maison de Toutou“. Which ultimately led me here.According to the mighty Loronix, “O Violão E… Tapajós” is the second album from Sebastião Tapajós; produced by João Mello, featuring only Tapajós

tsunami

The weightlessness of surfing, the unmonitored pursuit that iscatching a waveinto dead space populatedby figments, brings me crashing to the beach.Buried. Inside out;retching around a glassy pebble. A gallstone. An avalanche of unanswered mail,virtual splintered bone.Orbit and muscle, unblinking eye. The sin of omission. A harbinger.

fulham fallout

Having watched Gordon Brown’s oddly compelling – and no doubt thoroughly sincere – farewell performance oustide No. 10 yesterday evening, two small boys and wife in tow, I awoke to see a caravan of Fulham FC partisans rolling into Hamburg ahead of the UEFA Europa League Final. On Freeview, that is. I have not, without

on your bike: tomorrow belongs to me

Joe Boyd – legendary returning officer and foreign envoy – cited Tomorrow’s appearance at the UFO Club as being a singular defining moment in his commentary on the fractured 1960s, “White Bicycles“. In a rudimentary concession to proportional representation, perhaps, it was observed that Fairie defector, John Charles Alder duly kicked up a hallucinogenic storm.

tumbling dice

an idiot’s guide to casting off. Contrary to popular belief, the phrase, “the die has been cast“, owes nothing to the singular of dice.Rather, it is a wholly historical reference to the occasion when Julius Caesar usurped the law of senate and crossed with his Legions over the Rubicon into Rome. The act of an