Cattle
There would come a day, inevitably, when our so-called columnist would tip himself over the edge. That day has come, he has finally lost it and what broke him?
Cattle. CATTLE!
Matt Berry: Turn On, Tune In, Sit Down
TV themes from our formative years are as much a part of our lives as the pop we cherish. With A new album of theme tune covers, Matt Berry is doing more than looking back, he’s preserving them for future generations
International Teachers Of Pop: Fun with some Teachers, man
Female-fronted synthpop that would have ridden roughshod over the charts in the good old days. Hands up who wants to hear Sheffield’s International Teachers Of Pop?
Amoeba blobby thing
When our so-called columnist gets ideas above his station, we hang him upside down in the stationery cupboard for a bit. We forgot we’d put him there this month. He went a bit odd, can you spot the difference?
Caveman
We’ve spent this month hiding all manner of computers, pens and stone tablets, but somehow he still managed to cough up a column. Come to think of it, did he actually write this? Even we don’t know anymore…
Tunng: Night Tales and Dark Arts
Tunng are a band full of strange misfits. which is a good thing. It’s why the twinkling lights and long shadows of their new album, ‘songs you make at night’, sets it up as a proper contender for one of our records of the year
Mullet Mickey’s Taste Emporium
Our so-called columnist walks an ever-decreasing fine line between having a job and, well, how to put this? not having a job. Here he wins our Annual first mention of Xmas competition, by some distance…
1988
If our columnist had a time machine and went to 1988 and we pulled the plug out, accidentally, it would only take him 30 years to walk home from the past. Oh look, here he comes now…
WH Lung: Breath of Fresh Air
Shunning support slots in favour of their own headline shows and a stop-you-in-your-tracks debut album, ‘Incidental Music’, it’s time to sit up and pay attention to Manchester’s WH Lung…
The Moon
Welcome to the the official sports pages of electronic music. Going where no man has gone before, eh? If he’s not careful our unhinged columnist will be queuing up where lots of people have been before – the dole office