Nordine Staïfi
Sweeping the forgotten corridors of music, this month Scott Blixen turns his attention to Algerian electronicist Nordine Staïfi
Jonny Slut : That Nagging Feeling
With a killer electroclash compilation just released, Nag Nag Nag founder and DJ Jonny Slut lifts the lid on wild club nights, his Human League fixation and the time Cilla Black got down to some seriously filthy tunes
The Cleaners From Venus ‘Corridor Of Dreams’
Professional Englishman Martin Newell recounts the story of 1982’s ‘Corridor Of Dreams’, a classic track by The Cleaners From Venus born out of industry disillusionment, fraught relationships and a love for the “damp, misty lands” of Essex
Tristram Cary: A Century In Sound
This year marks the centenary of Tristram Cary’s birth. Regarded as the father of British electronic music, it’s……
Morgan Fisher
Freewheeling through time and space, Kris Needs continues his adventures in sound. This month: Morgan Fisher
Cold War Electronica: A For Armageddon
By the mid-1980s, the threat of nuclear annihilation was dominating British culture. Actor Reece Dinsdale and film editor John Cary look back at their contributions to two keystones of the Cold War aesthetic – ‘Threads’ and ‘When The Wind Blows’
Optimo Espacio
In the weeks before his recent untimely death, Keith McIvor, aka JD Twitch, revisited the birth of Optimo Espacio, the celebrated Glasgow club night he helmed with Jonnie Wilkes, from 1997 to 2010 and beyond
Cold War Electronica: Cold Warrior
Factory Records insider and founding member of Die Unbekannten, Mark Reeder arrived in West Berlin in 1978. His Cold War life in the divided city, smuggling music into the East like a dangerous subversive, reads like a post-punk spy yarn
Graham Massey
As 808 State’s Graham Massey prepares to tour 1991’s acid house/rave classic ‘Ex:el’, he revisits his various influences, from Hawkwind to jazz
Cold War Electronica: The Hands Of Doom
Created in 1947, the Doomsday Clock is a terrifying visual representation of how near we are to the end of the world. The closer that the hands get to midnight, the closer we get to oblivion