Private Eye, nailing it once again. Are you listening, Jack McConnell, you ridiculous man?
The late Paul Foot’s Lockerbie investigation — a triumph of investigative journalism — is still available at http://www.private-eye.co.uk, priced £5
Private Eye, nailing it once again. Are you listening, Jack McConnell, you ridiculous man?
The late Paul Foot’s Lockerbie investigation — a triumph of investigative journalism — is still available at http://www.private-eye.co.uk, priced £5
(For those who don’t have Spotify: 1) Why not?; 2) It’s Flying Saucer.)

… the Dirty Projectors. (Yes, I know. Late to the party here.)
In this case, I think a picture is worth, ooh, about 50-75 words. (Three of which would have been “absolutely”, “fucking” and “awful”.)

So, yeh, I’ve shitcanned my old Last.fm account but the one thing I will miss is the occasional debate it occasioned (even if three-quarters of it was “lol Gedge”).
Anyway. Rather than trusting The Man and his increasingly flaky and half-arsed site to track my listening, I thought I’d resurrect this Tumblr as a kind of “What I’m Listening To” blog-type thing, even if it’s just so the occasional excellent dude gets to hear the occasional excellent band.
And this seems as fitting way as any to begin: Melody Maker’s Singles of 1988, courtesy of Mike T-Diva by way of John Doran. Prince: a bit over-rated? Discuss.
I’ve enjoyed using Tumblr. But, given that most of what I was doing with it was posting links and going: “Hmm, dudes, look at this”, I can’t help feeling Twitter has taken its place.
As I’ve said before: I’ve no idea who reads this. I get the impression the majority of hits are picked up by proxy when it feeds back into Facebook … in which case Twitter does the job just as well.
So. This is where it’s at, I guess.
George Monbiot argues cogently in The Guardian.
“A man who informs people that he gets up at six o’clock every morning, and seems to want a medal. People who say they speak as they find, and are somehow proud of it. Journalists who try and spell an interviewee’s laugh”
Half Man Half Biscuit: Breaking News. I’ve been mainlining them for a couple of days (ever since Ich Lüge Bullets linked to a complete archive of their Peel Sessions), remembering how much I love them, and wondering why I don’t listen to them more. Not big, but fucking clever.
Roll up, roll up: debunk that most depressing day of the year nonsense in the most creative way possible. From the estimable Mind Hacks.
Nothing we didn’t know already in this bleak little analysis from Dan Farber, but it’s a point that bears repeating. Now go out there and do your bit for democracy: buy a newspaper.
Yes, even the Daily Mail.