I shouldn’t start by saying I remember being in New York last summer. I was walking twenty five feet above West 19th Street, slack-jawed at the effort and enthusiasm that went into transforming a...
Believe it or not, there is an upside to mourning “The Sopranos.” Like a heroin addict trying to kick the smack, you look for a methadone replacement amongst the countless DVD box sets. At the...
Art is in crisis – again. No, it's not a fight between alter-modernism and post-modernism or any other art world tussle. This time it's all about the money. Governments across Europe are...
Dalston weirdo Tony Benson is the host with the most. Come and relax in his bachelor pad after a hard day mooching, trying to score smack. Been to the local gay trance night at the “Joiner’s...
“If you really love her, send her roses,” the advertisements proclaim. “Diamonds are forever." "Say it with flowers." Woman waits to receive, whereas man hunts an appropriate gift to present....
Polysics are Japan’s answer to Devo. Weird, experimental, blending elements of pop, punk, rock, and New Wave into a stew that’s definitively Polysics, they’re fun and totally unique. With...
(In the 'zine that accompanied Los Campesinos! second album there's a quote emblazoned on white space: "Telling stories is telling lies". They're the words of B. S. Johnson, one of those forgotten...
I can’t decide whether Red Riding is the greatest movie trilogy since Satyajit Ray’s Apu films or simply the smoothest job of making three episodes fit together seamlessly while also working as...
Maybe it's the coffee, but on the way into New Cross the graffiti only seems to say 'Modern Life Is Rubbish'. Alongside the railway line, for what seems like a full five minute stretch, mounds of...
These days I imagine a life without you like one might imagine the seas ending – the story moves across barren landscapes flecked with the debris of dead civilizations and people live in tin...
