Speaking of Sas, she’s just started a new interview series, delving into minds via “awkward probing questions and a personalised mixtape”. I’m first cab off the rank today and she really did get me dusting off the brain and the music collection. WARNING: soundtrack contains Foreigner 
Last night I went to a Mogwai gig and sat in the Old People's Seats. For the past couple of years I've been fighting the urge to sit down at gigs. I remember when we went to see Radiohead with my pals Jane and Rory in 2003 and they had seated tickets. I thought they Read More
Rory sums up the Men At Work/Kookaburra case: Men at Work have just lost a case brought by Larrikin Music, a song publisher who bought the copyright of Kookaburra Sits in the Old Gum Tree from the Australian Girl Guides in 1990 and in July 2009 claimed that the flute riff in Down Under plagiarised Read More
Down on the misty Solway coast of Scotland lies a music festival called The Wickerman. It's named after the 1973 cult movie – many scenes were filmed in the area. The highlight of the festival is the burning of the big fella on Saturday night, except there's no Edward Woodward-type trapped inside. This is the Read More
On a bit of a Temptations bender this week. This could be a contender for the greatest lyrics of all time: Every stove has a fireand every car has a tire. Every fish has a bowland every shoe has a sole. Everybody's got something but me.
Back in our courting days Gareth was in a band. He’d disappear into a manky studio every Saturday with his mates, make a racket and then sit around eating pizza. That is when I discovered tuna and sweetcorn is considered a tasty topping in Scotland. Gareth played the bass, which is a very foxy instrument. Read More
Right now I'm watching a film on BBC4 about Scott Walker. You know, that bloke that David Bowie, Radiohead, Pulp et al always namecheck. So far the film is 50% interesting information and 50% random shots of famous musicians nodding with their eyes closed, Scotty crooning in the background. What I have been wondering for Read More
FAVOURITE GIG: Rush in Glasgow. I reluctantly tagged along with the prog-loving Doctor G and ended up a convert. Almost. I'd never seen so many mullets assembled under one roof: bleached mullets, permed mullets, bald mullets, lady mullets. It was my first ever gig that included lasers, flames and fifteen minute drum solos. It was Read More
So I’m all Big Kev excited about the news that Radiohead’s new album is coming out in ten teeny little days. I love their stealth tactics too, bypassing the record companies and avoiding the usual leaked copy hoopla by offering the album for download on their website, with the downloadee deciding how much to pay. Read More
Jeff Buckley died ten years ago today. When I heard the news I was all alone in my wee flat in Bathurst, second year of university. I cried and cried and moped and moped, sitting on the couch with something sugary, probably a jar of Nutella! For someone who only made one studio album in Read More
