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...
This latest collection commemorates the 50th anniversary of the day that Charles Hardin Holley (sic) climbed aboard his last plane ride. Who, you wonder, really needs to hear the story one more time: of how the geeky boy from Lubbock Texas heard Elvi...
The last great Who album
Many songs here have tinges of greatness in them but something or the other ( their length or the lyrics ) stops them from actually reaching their peak. New Song is a good one basically saying how self jerking the rock music ...
In 1992 Kate Rusby was, you fondly imagine, a nervy teenager who couldn't have dreamed of the outstanding career that lay ahead. The notion of a gentle young singer from Yorkshire with a mostly traditional repertoire lighting up a largely moribund Br...
An iconic anti war novel with some weird time travel bits ensconced within it. Sometimes, especially in the first half, I found the novel tedious in some parts but it soon opens up. The author alludes openly to war and philosophy even from the aliens...
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...