And so the Pixies arrive at the 'difficult' fourth album stage. 'Difficult' because they haven't set so much as a little toe wrong to date, which naturally causes one to wonder just how much further they can travel in their pixilated state before tumbling head over arse?
Whether the name Andy Warhol suggests one of the most influential and innovative movers in the arts and popular culture this century, or just some chancer who made pots of money painting soup cans, Songs For Drella stands in its own right as a highly compelling piece of work.
Whether the name Andy Warhol suggests one of the most influential and innovative movers in the arts and popular culture this century, or just some chancer who made pots of money painting soup cans, Songs For Drella stands in its own right as a highly compelling piece of work.
With the notable exception of the House explosion, the vast bulk of 1988’s musical produce had about as much to recommend it as attempting a pub crawl on a rainy Good Friday. As ever, though, there were sufficient instances of real quality to put at least a superficial gloss on events.
In Dublin recently to lend his support to the AIDS Action Alliance all-star Olympic Ballroom bash, Tom Robinson took time out to reflect on his Spokesman For A Generation past, his nervous breakdowns, his sexual re-orientation and his re-embracement of the Quaker faith
The three thirty-threes of eighty-six were the Half Biscuit’s ‘Back In The DHSS’ (whacky, witty and tv sussed) and The The’s ‘Infected’ (tense, big and scary). Iggy Pop, David Sylvian and The Housemartins accounted for many happy hours while Blue In Heaven’s ‘Explicit Material’ exuded power with a minimum of pomp.
Establishment rules O.K.! That’s the message to be drawn from ’85s long playing output!
In a year which has been yawn-inducing rather than epoch-making, it speaks volumes about the state of the art that the year’s best buys were reissues of one sort or another by Echo And The Bunnymen, Velvet Underground and The Doors.
An unsatisfying year for albums. In this video age I’m rapidly falling victim to the 'Instant Gratification Syndrome’. Why wade through 45 mins of uneven music for the sake of one or two highlights when it’s so easy to make video and audio recordings of favourite songs.
