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...
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...
Whereas 1984's Purple Rain had seen Prince merge the on-screen and on-record perfectly, remaining a classic to this day, Parade can't quite claim to be as essential. Again a soundtrack to one of the Purple One's excursions into cinema, it supports th...
Trombonist Nils Wogram is pretty much unknown over here but has made a name for himself on the Eurojazz circuit, and this double CD is a fine showcase of his talent as both a player and composer.
CD one is given over to Wogram's sextet, an all brass ...
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...
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...