Let me get this off my chest first of all, Tim Westwood is a twat.
Tim Westwood, or just Westwood, was BBC's "main man" for the world of hip-hop and reggae in the early 2000s; it wouldn't be until 2002 that they would properly embrace this side of mu...
Subtitled The American Radio Sessions, this double-disc set collects largely acoustic versions of classic T. Rex songs performed in 1971 and 1972, when the original glam rock pixie was trying to bust his way into America. Both the poor recording qual...
That Q-Tip spent his own money to purchase the rights to this previously-shelved album suggests how close it is to his heart. That it took the name he chose when converting to Islam in the mid-90s, Kamaal, as its title suggested that this follow-up t...
Released just four months after Today! in July 1965, The Beach Boys' ninth album was at first deemed by some to be a regression. Its predecessor had, on its second side, revealed the now studio-locked, pot-guzzling Brian Wilson's knack for melancholy...
Now known more for his fearsome reputation as a curmudgeonly r&b shouter in a hat, at one point in the dim and distant past, Van Morrison was, well... a happy curmudgeon. In the early '70s his magnificent voice and mystic vision were wedded to an idy...
It's long been my conviction that writing about music is one of the most widespread follies of modern times.
Each month, hundreds of thousands of words about music are written by people wearing converse trainers. What does it mean? Why bother descri...