Category archives: Music
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 murder suspect) has been hogging our turntable all week, so I’ll let Darlene Love take it (and us) away. Enjoy.
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 of monster movies, and no poisoning of local children with cheap & nasty sweeties. Instead, I’ll be performing best-man duties (and… continue reading »
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? Maybe. Offer up one’s soul to the dark lords for a magical cure? Perhaps. Watch all… continue reading »
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 hath man (and woman) sought the avoidance of its vile company…its terrible curse! Those who bear… continue reading »
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 – its ethereal and deeply personal pleasures is a challenge this blog has rarely taken on. It’s far… continue reading »
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 fustar.info Manky Toy Show. We have a great live program (un)prepared for you tonight. Music, mirth, merriment… continue reading »
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 the radio) Waters’ lyrics for Ireland’s Eurovision entry and “lined up a couple of cornerboys to slag them… continue reading »
