Weird. This band is long gone, it’s barely possible to get hold of any of their stuff, and apart from enthusiastic music fans barely anyone has heard of them.
And yet and yet and yet… Remember The Turtles? No, me neither, but they are clearly well loved amongst the actual makers of music because [...]
Well, I couldn’t find an mp3 for this one, but this is JC’s entry to the Campest Song in the Universe competition. Alan Cumming. Gosh. Is this the one you meant JC or have I got a comedy version by mistake? Or is this genuinely as sensible as this song ever [...]
I’m sure you’ve heard of this lad already, as he has already made an appearance on a few blogs but, never one to be silent when there’s needless chattering to do, I thought I stick in my tuppence-worth.
There really seems to be a lot of this sort of folky, bluesy stuff around and I think [...]
Well I thought gay Star Wars was the campest song in the history of popular music, but as usual you lot disagree. JC from The Vinyl Villain threw his toys oot the pram and declared it ’shit’ which, whilst hardly a disputable statement, was largely the point of the original post. I wasn’t suggesting dinner [...]
I often get the impression that Rilo Kiley generate a blinding fever of Indie Kid Panting Hots syndrome, simply due to the cocky foxiness of eye-candy-in-chief, Miss Jenny Lewis. She’s clearly decided in recent years that she is indeed a bit of a tasty morsel and that she shall be enjoying that for the [...]
Given the rude health of the Sheffield music scene and the more celebrated representatives thereof, it seems downright incongruous to see Richard Hawley as being part of the same beast. And I suppose he isn’t, really, despite his music being so rooted in the geography - both physical and emotional - of the place.
No, [...]
