Rattus Norvegicus by the Stranglers (1977)
I’m internally conflicted about punk. Its abrasive, bile-spewing nihilism is compelling; its wilfully obstreperous lack of melody and musicianship less […]
I’m internally conflicted about punk. Its abrasive, bile-spewing nihilism is compelling; its wilfully obstreperous lack of melody and musicianship less […]
My favourite band growing up were the Manic Street Preachers, a Welsh rock act that rose to prominence in the
Rumours is the sound of a disintegrating band. Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks were embroiled in a bad-tempered separation while
It’s easy to forget that, in the late 1970s, there was indeed anarchy in the UK. The economic growth and
What madness is this? Coming immediately off the back of the review of Born to Run, surely one of the
The review of Hotel California hinted at a dichotomy between, on the one hand, the gender-bending, experimental, slightly deviant aesthetic
I like the Dude, but the Dude hates the fuckin’ Eagles, man, which is only to be expected, because they
My parents repeatedly played Too Low For Zero in our car during the 80s, so Elton John reminds me vividly
I have no connection to Neil Young: I didn’t listen to him growing up, my family didn’t, my friends didn’t,
Seems strange in retrospect but, according to music critics like Ken Barnes and Simon Reynolds, the primary architect of 70s