I hear the sirens calling
As the rain is gently falling

For One Night Only

The Clash, Penetration, The Killjoys and Mary Monday singlesThere’s some sort of cruel madness gripping Frome FM, my local community radio station. It’s the only explanation for them asking me to present a show. My show is called For One Night Only, because I’m going to dip into a different genre of music each time, and I’ll be on air once a month. The first one is a punk rock extravaganza – I shall be including the above singles by The Clash, Penetration, The Killjoys and the marvellous Mary Monday – and it goes out this Sunday (29 April) at 10.30pm. Do please try to contain your excitement until then.

You can tune in to hear the show live at the Frome FM website – hit the Listen Now button over on the right of the page – or listen to it on demand after Sunday by going to the Programmes Menu, then the Music Menu, then choosing For One Night Only in the list on the left. Easy peasy. And if you can’t stomach the idea of 90 minutes of either (a) punk or (b) me, you’ll find some other mighty splendid programmes in the Music Menu. I’d especially recommend Different Sounds, which is hosted by Mr Ian Leak, and The Jimjam Wigwam Show, which is hosted by Mr Jimjam Wigwam (of course).


Final reminder for Record Store Day

Raves From The Grave (Frome and Warminster)

This is Raves From The Grave in Frome, my local friendly record shop. It opened in 1997 and now, countless revolutions per minute later, there is a second Raves From The Grave in nearby Warminster. The two stores stock an incredible 100,000 titles between them, the Frome branch selling mainly CDs and DVDs, while vinyl fills most of the racks over in Warminster. Both the Raves From The Grave stores are taking part in this Saturday’s Record Store Day, with Bath experimental rockers The Blood Choir playing at the Warminister shop at 11am. The Blood Choir will be performing songs from their forthcoming debut album, “No Windows To The Old World”, which will be out on IRL in the summer. Click here to listen to some of their tracks on Soundcloud. They’ve got some good stuff up there.

More than 200 record shops around the UK are participating in this year’s Record Store Day. Check the store finder here to see if your local shop in one of them.


Won’t get spooled again

If you bought the NME during the 1980s, you’ll no doubt remember some of the compilation tapes given away free with the paper throughout the decade. I’ve got a tall and wobbly stack of NME tapes sitting on a shelf somewhere, but I haven’t heard any of them for yonks – not least because I don’t own a tape player these days. So I am very pleased to have discovered Press Play And Record, a website with digital rips of many of these superb compilations.

“C86” is perhaps the best known NME tape, its title briefly giving a new name to the jangly guitar music it featured (The Wedding Present, The Mighty Lemon Drops and The Shop Assistants, to name just a few), but my favourite has long been the wildly eclectic “C81”. The highlights include Cabaret Voltaire, The Specials and Robert Wyatt. It’s brilliant to hear the NME‘s jazz, blues and R&B collections again too, especially “Stompin’ At The Savoy”, a neck-jerking assortment of belters and honkers which first appeared on Savoy Records back in the 1940s.

The NME tapes were compiled by journalist Roy Carr, who’s never really got the credit he deserves for these spooled delights. Roy began writing for NME in the late 1960s and put together tapes and later CDs for all the IPC Media music magazines – Melody MakerMuzikVox and Uncut as well as the NME – for around 30 years.


Record Store Day 2012

Record Store Day 2012Record Store Day 2012 is set for Saturday 21 April, with over 200 shops across the UK taking part in the annual celebration of all things round and black (although sometimes other colours) and with a hole in the middle. As in previous years, a number of exclusive releases are planned for the day and these will be available only from participating shops. The releases that have caught my eye include:

  • Battles – The fourth and final part of the “Dross Glop” 12-inch vinyl only remix series (limited edition of 500 copies)
  • Lee “Scratch” Perry – Triple 10-inch box set of Perry’s classic 1973 “Blackboard Jungle Dub” album on red, yellow and green vinyl, plus a large poster of the album artwork
  • David Bowie – Seven-inch picture disc of “Starman” with the previously unreleased “Top Of The Pops” version of the song on the flip
  • Devo – “Live In Seattle 1981” double album recorded during the band’s “New Traditionalists” tour (the original cassette tape of this was found in a shoebox in Bob Casale’s house)
  • The Fall – “Night Of The Humerons” seven-inch, featuring a new track called “Victrola Time” and a live version of “Taking Off” (limited edition of 1,000 copies)
  • T-Rex – “Electric Sevens”, a box set of six seven-inch EPs of tracks from the 1971 “Electric Warrior” album, plus some demo versions and BBC recordings
  • Electronic Anthology Project – Brett Netson reworks nine Dinosaur Jr tracks in a synthpop stylee for “The Electronic Anthology Of Dinosaur Jr” and J Mascis adds new vocals

Click here to visit the Record Store Day website, where you can find out which shops are involved with the event and browse a complete list of this year’s exclusive releases. Now where did I put that 10 shillings record token I got from Auntie Sybil for my birthday…


From a soul classic to a punk rarity

I love this gritty version of The O’Jays’ superb “Back Stabbers” by Soo Catwoman, one of the most famous faces of the early punk days. Soo was the cover star of the Sex Pistols’ Anarchy In The UK fanzine and her distinctive hairstyle was later copied by Keith Flint of The Prodigy. She’s backed on this 1998 cut by one-time Generation X, Empire and Westworld guitarist Derwood Andrews (who also crafted the video) and drummer turned grail hunter Rat Scabies. It was recorded at The Arch, Rat’s studio under Kew Bridge, and I believe I am right in saying it was the first time Soo had committed her vocals to tape. Although the track wasn’t released back then, it’s now available as a download at CD Baby. Click here for Soo Catwoman’s CD Baby artist page and here for her website, where you’ll find some great merchandising on the store page.


Lennon, Rich, Jagger

John Lennon Rickenbacker advert (1965)

Buddy Rich Slingerland advert (1974)Mick Jagger Shure advert (1975)

John Lennon has a mountain of love for the Rickenbacker 1996, aka “The Beatle Backer”, and you can have one for a mere 159 guineas (advert from 1965), Buddy Rich shows off his effortlessly smooth and speedy sticks skills on his Slingerland kit (1974), and Mick Jagger is pretty damn sure about Shure (1975). Click each image for a bigger version.


Never mind The Buzzcocks, here’s Joy Division

I saw Joy Division play live once and they really were something special. This was in October 1979, supporting The Buzzcocks at Leeds University. I remember being stupidly excited about seeing them – I’d bought “Unknown Pleasures” when it came out a few months earlier and the vinyl was almost worn out by this point – and I pushed my way down the front to get as good a look as I could. Like most people, I was totally mesmerised by Ian Curtis. He put so much of himself into his performance, it was as though there was a little less of him with each passing moment. By the end of the set, he’d nothing left to give. All that remained was a thin, pale, shivering shadow. I still have a very vivid image of him being helped from the stage by a roadie at the close, the roadie’s arm clamped tightly around his shoulders as he steered him off into the wings.

I’ve been reminded of this after coming across the above review of the gig, which appeared in the following week’s Leeds Student newspaper, in a box of dusty cuttings the other day. I have no idea what happened to Casimir Fouldes (nowt on Google), but I reckon the sub editor ended up at The Guardian. The spelling of “wierd” may be excusable as a missed typo, but an apostrophe in “Hundred’s”? And a hyphen in “them-selves”. Now that’s what I call an atrocity exhibition.


Going places

Michele AriMichele Ari has itchy feet. She’s originally from Detroit, but she’s spent a chunk of time living in the Florida city of Tampa and another chunk of time living in Nashville, the country music capital. She moved to Manhattan a few months ago, but she’s heading for Portland in Oregon now. And I really do mean now. She’s sitting on the train as I write, her battered guitar across her knees and the rest of her belongings stacked up around her.

Going back to 2007, Michele also planned to spend a bit of time in the UK. She came over on what was basically a fact-finding mission. She wanted to meet a few of the promoters and journalists and radio folk she had been connecting with online. But she only made it as far as Gatwick Airport, where border control officers questioned her for several hours and, without much explanation, put her on the next flight home. She’s never returned to these shores and I can’t say I blame her, which is a pity both for her – she’s a big fan of British music, especially punk and new wave stuff – and for us.

I first came across Michele Ari during her Tampa days. She had just finished her debut recording, a six-track EP called “85th And Nowhere”. I loved her vaguely Debbie Harry-ish voice and the way she weaved stories of major disappointments and minor victories. The opening cut, the jangly and twangy “My Sleeping Beauty”, got its hooks into me so fast I was certain it was a cover. Was it heck. Since then, Michele has put out a second EP, “Mal A’ Propos”, played stacks of gigs, hung out with Mitch Easter (producer of the first two R.E.M. albums, plus Suzanne Vega and Pavement), had her photo taken with Elvis Costello, and got together another batch of songs ready for release later this year. She’s done a lot of packing and unpacking too, of course.

To celebrate her move to Portland, Michele has revamped her website – click here if you didn’t see the link at the top of this post – where you can find her two EPs available as downloads for the first time. She’s also released one of her new tracks,”Uncharted Territory”, as a download. It’s riffy and raucous and more overtly a rock song than anything she’s recorded before (she must be in the mood to experiment because another of her new tunes is a bit trip hoppy) and you can hear a clip of it on the audio player on her site. You can also listen to snippets of “My Sleeping Beauty” and “6am”, which is one of her poppier songs.

Seattle webzine The Wig Fits All Heads reckons Michele Ari is “going places”. Yeah, I’d say that was the truth in more ways than one.

Michele Ari photo by Linda Covello


Thank you for the Muzik

Junior Vasquez on the cover of Muzik (1995)

Carl Cox on the cover of Muzik (1995)Josh Wink on the cover of Muzik (1995)LTJ Bukem on the cover of Muzik (1996)Whoever’s responsible for the Muzik Magazine website deserves a hefty slap round the head and a hefty slap on the back. Scanning every page of every issue of Muzik (99 issues between 1995 and 2003) and turning each magazine into a downloadable PDF is an infringement of copyright on a grand scale. The publishers, IPC Media, are almost certain to try to close the site down if they ever got wind of it. Then again, Muzik has been out of print for nearly 10 years and the downloads are free, so nobody’s making any money out of the project. And it must have taken weeks and weeks to do all that bloody scanning and PDF-ing. It’s obviously been done by someone who has a large amount of love for the magazine.

As the editor of Muzik for the first 40-odd issues, I probably shouldn’t be telling you about this site. I also probably shouldn’t be telling you to grab what you can while you can. Tsch.

Junior Vasquez, Carl Cox, Josh Wink and LTJ Bukem photos by Vincent McDonald


Trudy, madly, deeply

I’m a happy chappy today. I’ve just got “Dirt Cheap Melody”, the new single from The Trudy.

I last wrote about The Trudy in 1989. Which is slightly strange because that was 23 years ago and I’m only 27 now. It’s the truth, I tell you. The group went missing for more than a decade, but resurfaced in 2006. They’re busy people – singer Melissa Jo Heathcote has recorded with the Easy Access Orchestra and Just Jack and is also a member of The Pukes, the all-female ukulele punk outfit, while guitarist Paul Crook has a parallel career as a dancer and is the reigning UK Lindy Hop Champion (I kid you not) – but I’m pleased they still have time for a little bit of Trudyosity. Last month, for instance, they played at a benefit gig in London for Cardiacs main man Tim Smith, who suffered a paralysing stroke in 2008. Peter Tagg, The Trudy’s founder and drummer, was in the original line-up of Cardiacs.

Back in 1989, I described Ms Heathcote as “bubbling constantly, like a coffee pot left on the stove” and I called her hair “a virtual froth”. Which wasn’t very kind of me. She is certainly still a lively beggar, but there’s something quite delicate about her voice on “Dirt Cheap Melody”, a song about youthful dreams turning into kitchen sink dramas. It’s about earworms too – kind of like a new slant on the opening lines of Helen Reddy’s “Angie Baby” (“You live your life by the songs you hear on the rock ‘n’ roll radio”) – and that’s more than a little fitting. “Dirt Cheap Melody” is bold and bright and breezy pop music with the lid blown off and a fat rainbow bursting out. If it doesn’t stick in your head, you’ll need to get yourself to a hospital and ask them to check your skull for holes. You’ve probably got a leak somewhere.

You can buy “Dirt Cheap Melody” from the Genepool download website, where it has been topping the best sellers list for the last two weeks. Click here for The Trudy’s Genepool page.


This is no laughing matter

The Hysterical InjuryThis is a tad embarrassing. I mean, you all know what a hip and happening guy I am, right? Come on, come on, speak up at the back. Hmmm. Well, anyway, having included “hysterical injury” in my mighty hilarious post about some of the unusual search engine terms people have used to find my blog, I’ve just found out that there’s a band called The Hysterical Injury. They’re based in Bath (so they’re local to me), they’re pretty bloody good, and my one-time Melody Maker colleague (and former flatmate) Ngaire Ruth wrote about them on her blog six months ago. So much for me being plugged into the contemporary music mainframe, then.

The Hysterical Injury are siblings Annie and Tom Gardiner. Annie sings and plays the bass. At least I think there’s a bass somewhere deep within that grumbling whorl of distortion. Tom plays the drums and particularly enjoys smashing the hell out of his cowbell. It’s often unruly stuff, but they also have some very delicate and fragrant melodies twisting through their songs. They vaguely remind me of Throwing Muses. Having performed over 200 live shows during the last two or three years and won support from the likes of Steve Lamacq and Tom Robinson, The Hysterical Injury have recently released their debut album, “Dead Wolf Situation”, which has been partly funded by Strummerville, the Joe Strummer Foundation. Click here to listen to “Dead Wolf Situation” at Bandcamp and use the player below to hear “Maths”, which I’d say is one of the best tracks.

Don’t ask me if these guys are the future of rock ‘n’ roll, though. To be honest, you’d be better off asking a tree.

The Hysterical Injury photo by Jamie Worsfold


Gaye Advert’s pants

The longer this blog goes on (and I’m surprised it has gone on this long), the more hits I’m getting through search engines. Which is great. Every hit is a good hit.

I’m very intrigued by the search engine terms that have brought some visitors here, though. They include “sweaty Marquee” (just about everything about The Marquee was sweaty, especially the sticky floor), “Marco & Tony Leeds bouncers 1980s”, “lego ladies”, “quick police sex” (two different searches, presumably pulled in by the Sex Pistols and Police tags), “poor Mrs Bonky”, “hysterical injury”, “sticks fingers up his nose” (I’m glad I don’t know why someone was looking for that) and “Scabies anak kucing” (answers on a postcard). But my favourites so far have to be “PJ Harvey pushes nose up” (what is it with noses, people?), “Georgian bukkake” (if we’re talking about some recently discovered 18th century pastime, I do hope Tony Robinson will soon be making a telly programme about it), and “Gaye Advert pants down”.

“Gaye Advert pants down” had me spluttering coffee everywhere when I saw it come up as one of my search engine referrals, but then I remembered there is an old photo of Gaye, The Adverts’ panda-eyed bass player, with her jeans round her knees and her knickers proudly on display to the world. Jolly nice knickers they are too. You can find the shot at the Punk 77 website. Tell them Google sent you.

Sitting in the waiting room

Fugazi were one of the best live bands I ever saw. Raw, intense, direct, explosive, painfully sincere. They only knew how to play one way – and they played it all the way. What I remember most about their gigs was the close connection between the group and the audience. Everybody had an equal role in the buzzing, churning, constantly shifting mass of energy. The above clip of them performing “Waiting Room” at the Wilson Center in their home city of Washington DC in late 1988 shows exactly what I’m talking about here. The footage was shot by Jim Spellman, who was the drummer of Sub Pop band Velocity Girl and is now a CNN journalist.

Fugazi clocked up something like 1,000 live shows during their 16 years on active service (they’ve been having what they call an “indefinite hiatus” since 2002) and a staggering 800 of their gigs were recorded by their sound engineers. A few of these were issued on CD in 2004 and now, after many years in development, the band have launched the Fugazi Live Series, a project which aims to make every one of their live audio recordings available online. It’s an ambitious plan, that’s for sure, but 180 shows have been posted in the last three months, all professionally mastered and ready to download at a suggested price of $5 each (less if you can’t afford that). The project is curated by Dischord Records, the US hardcore label owned by Fugazi frontman Ian MacKaye. As well as Fugazi’s records, Dischord has also put out material by the likes of Minor Threat (MacKaye’s band before Fugazi), Scream (Dave Grohl’s first group), Government Issue, Lungfish, Nation Of Ulysses and Soulside.

If that’s not enough Fugazi for you, click here to read the interview I did with the band in London in 1989. You should maybe have a nose around the rest of my archive website – Pushstuff –while you’re at it.

Pod gave rock ‘n’ roll to you

Congratulations to the guys at Podrophenia, who have just aired the 50th edition of their tasty radio show/podcast. Recorded in a bunker hidden beneath the golden streets of sunny Southend in Essex, Podrophenia is hosted by two dons of the UK music blogging world – Mondo from Planet Mondo and Piley from Start The Revolution Without Me. Each programme has a different theme (Charity Shop Classics and Ghosts, Ghoulies, Gremlins are among the memorable recent offerings) and Podrophenia 50 is a film special handily called, err, The Film Special. Tune in for Jackie Mittoo’s reggae version of “From Russia With Love”, Sigue Sigue Sputnik frontman Martin Degville covering “The Streets Of London”, and a pre-Small Faces Steve Marriott kicking up “Consider Yourself” from the original stage production of “Oliver!”, plus tales of the six-fingered man in “Get Carter” and how The Beatles talked about buying the film rights to “The Lord Of The Rings” back in the Sixties.

You can hear Podrophenia live on Tuesdays at 9pm on Chance Radio or click here to access the Podrophenia library at Planet Mondo and listen to the pods of your choosing at your leisure.

While Mondo and Piley are old hands at this podding thing, Steve Worrall from the Retro Man blog isn’t too familiar with the world of microphones and jingles, although you’d never guess that from his debut Retro Sonic pod. It’s a confident start and no mistake. The Retro Sonic 1 playlist takes in American psychedelic soulsters The Chambers Brothers, Aussie punk pioneers The Saints and Mancunian powerpopsters Fast Cars, and Steve’s got some quality guests with him in the studio as well – rock photographer Paul Slattery, who is maybe best known for his shots of The Smiths and Oasis, and the walking punk encyclopedia that is Adam Donovan from The Jetsonics. Well, when I say ‘studio’, I’m not sure they are actually in a studio, because there’s a big log fire crackling away in the background. “Think of it like the crackles on a nice bit of worn vinyl,” says Steve.

Click here for Retro Sonic 1 and here for a special bonus Retro Sonic interview with Paul Slattery.


Huey Morgan’s wine column

Huey Morgan's Wine Column from Mondo magazine (Issue 1)Huey Morgan's Wine Column from Mondo magazine (Issue 2)Huey Morgan's Wine Column from Mondo magazine (Issue 3)Way back when, I was the editor of a magazine called Mondo. It wasn’t around too long (2000 and 2001), which was a pity because I think we had some corking editorial ideas. But then I guess I would say that. Anyway, one of our regular features was Huey’s Wine Column – a wine column by Huey Morgan of the Fun Lovin’ Criminals, who’s now maybe best known in the UK for his shows on BBC Radio 2 and Radio 6 Music. Huey didn’t pen his column himself, mind. It was ghost written by Mondo deputy editor Mark Wernham, who would fill a big box with bottles of wine, grab the office tape recorder, and meet with Huey at some secret location every month. That was generally the last we’d hear from Mark for a couple of days.

I’ve seen mentions of Huey’s Wine Column in lots of different places over the years (it’s on Huey’s Wikipedia page), but the copy has never been re-published anywhere (either in print or online). Not to my knowledge or Mark’s knowledge anyhow. So here, for your delectation and your delight, are scans of Huey’s first three Mondo wine columns, as they appeared in the magazine. Click an image for a large, readable version. Huey’s views are very entertaining, but you’ll find lots of useful tips too. I mean, when he says “Don’t drink wine with shit swimming around in it”, you’ve got to admit that’s sound advice.

Huey Morgan photos by Neil Cooper


Czech your head

Amanita Design's Samorost gameAmanita Design is an independent games company based in the Czech Republic. I didn’t think I’d ever heard of these chaps before I pitched up on their website a few days ago, but it turns out I had. Going back to around 2004, I was a big fan of what I now realise was Amanita’s earliest work – an online point-and-click puzzler called “Samorost” originally created as a thesis project by the company’s founder, Jakub Dvorský, while he was studying at the Academy of Arts in Prague.

The aim of “Samorost” (no idea what it means) is to guide a small humanoid character through a surreal world full of odd creatures. Our hero starts his journey in a spaceship made from a rusty old tin can and, once he’s landed his craft, he encounters a stoner in a coolie hat puffing at a bong, a critter with a voracious appetite for fish, a fella with a lightbulb for a head, lizards that race up the face of a cliff, hairy little goats that sing and fall off mountains when you click them… Come on now people, what’s not to like here? It’s got a trippy ambient jazz soundtrack too. When I first discovered it, I used to play “Samorost” for hours and hours. Days and days. Weeks and weeks. I swear there’s a version of me still playing it somewhere in another dimension.

Over in the Czech Republic meanwhile, Jakub Dvorský has been busy. From its humble beginnings as a university project, Amanita Design has developed into an eight-strong company of graphic artists, animators, programmers and musicians. The Amanita website features several free games, including “Samorost”, “Samorost 2”, “Rocketman” (created for Nike and based upon a cartoon version of American basketball star Vince Carter) and “Quest For The Rest” (created for symphonic rockers The Polyphonic Spree), plus a demo of Amanita’s first full-length game, “Machinarium”. There are also links to the team’s individual ventures. I’m especially liking Floex, the name under which game music composer Tomáš Dvořák records his atmospheric electronica. Hit the link to hear “Zorya”, the latest Floex album. It’s luxurious and haunting and magical stuff.

Jakub, Tomáš and the rest of the Amanita crew are supremely talented folk. I’ll even forgive them for causing me to waste a large chunk of my life. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a guy in a tin can spaceship who needs my help…


Double Deckers

Acid House DJsI’m both disturbed and intrigued by the news that Simon Cowell is preparing an “X Factor”-style TV talent show for DJs. I suppose I shouldn’t really be surprised that Cowell wants to extent his already excessive influence over another area of the music industry – and funnel more money into his bank account along the way – but he’s a wee bit late in his assertion that “DJs are the new rock stars”. Err, Simon, people have been saying that for well over 20 years.

I don’t feel any better about Cowell’s new show – I hope he calls it “Double Deckers” – knowing he’s joining forces with Overbrook Entertainment, a US production firm founded by Will Smith. By rights, Smith ought to have a solid understanding of the noble art of turntablism. When he first adopted the name The Fresh Prince, he was a rapper not a fictional TV character, and his partner was Jazzy Jeff, one of the finest hip hop scratch DJs of his day. As it goes, I interviewed Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince once. Lovely blokes they were too. The trouble is, Will Smith won’t be involved in the development of Cowell’s DJ show. Overbrook’s input will instead be directed by Smith’s wife, Jada Pinkett Smith. And she’s a singer in a heavy metal band.

However dismayed I might be at the notion of “Double Deckers” (please call it that, Simon), it’ll be fascinating to see how this pans out. Who will the judges be and what will they be judging? Beat matching and scratching skills, that’s for sure, but what about the use of effects and samples? Will contestants be judged on their choice of tunes? How will they be able to demonstrate building a set and steering a crowd? Will any spinner who’s got any sense want to join what will inevitably be a circus freak show? If it’s not a circus freak show, it won’t be watchable telly. If they’re actually any good, wouldn’t they rather take a stab at the highly respected DMC DJ Championships, which have been running in the UK and the US since 1985?

Thinking about it, there are still lots of mobile disco jocks out there, so perhaps these are the guys who will be queueing round the block when the auditions roll into town. In which case, you can forget mixing and scratching. The winner of Simon Cowell’s DJ show will be based on the ability to suddenly fade a track out and breathe unnaturally heavily into a microphone while saying, “Will the owner of the green Nissan Almera please move it because you’re blocking in the hall caretaker and she wants to get off home because she’s got the doctors first thing tomorrow. I’ll play some slow ones in a minute, but first off here’s an old favourite by The Dooleys…”


High heels, low lifes, perky popsters

I’ve been playing this video a lot since I stumbled across it last week. It’s a song called “Who Cares Anyway” by London electropop duo High Heels And Low Lifes, and this is indie music in the true sense of the phrase. They don’t have a label or a producer or a manager or any of that. They are doing everything themselves. For now, at least. The girl is Bekki Finnigan, the guy is Mista Mee, and “Who Cares Anyway” is about every girl/boy relationship there’s ever been. It has some neat lines – “It’s the crazy things you do / Creating new issues / When all I want is some new shoes / And may I add, handbags” – and it makes me think of The Specials’ “I Can’t Stand It”, on which Terry Hall and Rhoda Dakar declared their undying irritation with each other. Not that it sounds even remotely like The Specials, you understand.

High Heels And Low Lifes are planning to put out an album shortly. Having had a sneak preview of a few tracks, I’d say it was shaping up nicely. While I suspect their perky pop tunes and London twangs and Mista Mee’s cartoon-ish character will annoy the fuck out of the beard-stroking serious music brigade, that’s just another reason why I really like them.


Speedbass, microhouse and what-bient?

I can’t remember when I first discovered Ishkur’s Guide To Electronic Music but it was a good few years ago, so I am very pleased to have just come across it at the Digitally Imported online radio website. If you’ve not seen it before, Ishkur’s Guide is an interactive thingamabob illustrating the way that electronic music morphed into a million and one different genres and sub-genres in the 1980s and 1990s. It’s organised roughly chronologically and is highly entertaining as well as informative. If you have any interest in electronic music or dance music, there is absolutely no way you will find a better use for your mouse than clicking around this place. As interactive thingamabobs go, it really is one of the best.

Ishkur is a Canadian fella called Kenneth John Taylor, who apparently created the original Ishkur’s Guide in two weeks after telling a friend he could pigeonhole every electronic record in existence. That was in 2000. The most recent version (2.5) dates from 2005 and includes around five hours of sound files, including cuts by Kraftwerk, Giorgio Moroder and Throbbing Gristle, Chicago house and Detroit techno bigwigs such as Marshall Jefferson, Larry Heard and Juan Atkins, and examples of everything from speedbass and terrorcore to microhouse, illbient and liquid funk. You’ve never heard of any of those? Ah, that’s why you need Ishkur’s Guide, you see.

I particularly like Taylor’s funny, often barbed comments about a lot of the genres included on the guide. “I guess you could call this proto-trance – in much the same way a cow is proto-food,” he says of hi-NRG. His appraisal of 2-step garage begins “God, this stuff is so fucking boring”, while big beat is summarised as “The genre that finally made the homophobic frat house crowd accept that pussy electronic music at their Saturday night kegger parties”. Some trainspottery types have had a pop at Ishkur’s Guide for not always being entirely accurate and a few have suggested ways to improve it, but Taylor has responded to such criticisms by saying, “I’ll change it when I god damn feel like changing it”. Quite right too.

Shooting John Lydon

I love this shot of John Lydon, the sometime Sex Pistol and PiL ringmaster. It was taken outside The Limelight in London in 1987 by Mark Baker.

I worked with Mark at a cracking magazine called The Buzz during the late 1980s (after which he became the in-house photographer for Sony Records in the UK) and I was with him the night that he took this picture. John Lydon was going into The Limelight just as Mark was coming out. Or, to be slightly more accurate, Lydon was going in just as Mark was getting chucked out – quite literally, as it goes – having had a bit of a tussle with a couple of the club’s bouncers.

As Mark lay bloodied and battered on the pavement, he spotted Lydon heading up the steps to the club and shouted, “Hey, you don’t wanna go in there John, look what the bastards do to you”. At which, Lydon walked back down the steps, helped Mark to his feet and gave him a big hug. Mark, a consummate professional no matter how much booze he’s necked or how many times he’s been thumped (he was forever having tussles with bouncers), pulled his camera from his bag and asked Lydon if he’d pose for him. “You can have one shot,” answered Lydon – and one shot turned out to be enough. The V-sign was a lovely touch, as I’m sure you’ll agree.

Mark Baker has now produced a digital print of his John Lydon photograph in a limited edition of 45 copies at £45 each. The prints are 28 x 24 cm (paper size 33 x 48 cm), numbered and signed by Mark. They also come with a certificate of authenticity. Get in touch with Mark through his website – click here if you missed the link in the first paragraph – if you’d like to have one on your wall or you need more information.