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...
Gallon Drunk's James Johnston is a busy boy. A member of Nick Cave's Bad Seeds since 1994, he's also spent part of this year touring with Faust, while bandmate Ian White has been working with Lydia Lunch. Saxophonist Terry Edwards too has done the ro...
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...
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...
The last great Who album
Many songs here have tinges of greatness in them but something or the other ( their length or the lyrics ) stops them from actually reaching their peak. New Song is a good one basically saying how self jerking the rock music ...
In 1992 Kate Rusby was, you fondly imagine, a nervy teenager who couldn't have dreamed of the outstanding career that lay ahead. The notion of a gentle young singer from Yorkshire with a mostly traditional repertoire lighting up a largely moribund Br...