Songs for the Bewildered: We’re Going out the Same Way we Came in
A twiddled knob? A pair of headphones loosely clasped to a pair of ears? A graphic equalizer being slyly manipulated by a finger? Standing...
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Fucking the Man
Does rock no longer concern itself with bothering "The Man"? With frying The Man's tiny little square brain? I mean, it used to be...
The Museum of Cultural Waste: 1970s Vinyl and the Pornification of all things
Listen, for any length of time, to the likes of Joe Duffy (Ireland's patron saint of reactionary hand-wringers) and you'll come away...
All will love me and despair!
As I stood in line (vino bottle in hand) at our local booze merchants on Thursday evening, my wandering eyes alighted on the following...
Fat Man Can’t Musical
Since Willow can't/won't sleep without some level of constant background noise, we've had to press the tinny bedroom wireless into...
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
Just popping in briefly to wish one and all a Merry Post-solstice Wintermass X-festival.
Uncle Phil Spector (the world's Christmassiest...
The Brutal Sound of Two Euro Horror
This Halloween sees me (somewhat reluctantly) abandoning my usual routine. There'll be no carving of turnips,1 no careful choosing...
Makes People Disappear
There's something vaguely touching and poignant about mysteries that have (due to the whims of fashion) passed out of mainstream popular...
Beneath the Planet of the Apes: Damn Your Hypocrisies!
What, I ask, does one do when home for a few days with "the sickness"?
Huddle sobbing in the corner munching packets of paracetamol?...
Dreadful Badges & Dreadfuller Music
Hewn from the molten plasticks of hell flame it has come. The dread mark that speaks of pain, of pestilence and of putridity. Long...
Songs for the Bewildered: Pal of My Cradle Days
Writing about music close to one's heart can be be tricky. The challenge of trying to capture – through clumsy, clunky prose...
To Whom it Concerns…It’s The Manky Toy Show (Live)!
9.00 – Hup! Hup! Quiet down now.
Welcome dear friends, lads and lassies, boys and girls, mices and meeses, to the first ever...
Cloisim an tiún, is tú mo rún
Writing in Village (Feb 22nd, 2007) John Waters described how "hurtful and confusing" he'd found it when Joe Duffy read out (o'er...
Down where the red worms circle like sharks
A few snippets from last weekend to reinvigorate a slumbering blog.
29/04/07 – 4.18 P.M.
I’m not a fan of Sundays, particularly...
They are celestial, we are terrestrial: Eurovision Countdown, Pt. 1
Though John Waters' spectacularly clunky and hokey lyrics for Ireland's 2007 Eurovision entry ("They Can’t Stop The Spring") were...
