“Billy was the one Andy counted on.”, R.I.P Billy Name… Billy Name, the photographer who immortalized the silver madness of Warhol’s factory in the 1960s, died on July 18, 2016. He was 76 years old. The Huffington Post are reporting that “Milk Studios, a New York City gallery that has shown Name’s work, confirmed news…
Seth Lakeman is set to release a new album “Ballads Of The Broken Few”, expect it on Spetember 16th via Cooking Vinyl, there’s a press release somewhere around here, lost in the mess and the seagull fallout. You don’t need press releases and such do you, here’s the video and more importantly the song…. …
Hastings then, off to the seaside for the second leg of this year’s always keenly anticipated Art Car Boot Fair adventure. The tradition now is to follow the main event down East London’s Brick Lane with an Art Car Boot Fair day trip, in past years the destination has been to take part in the…
Burning and looting baby all night long… The Sound Of The Summer? On the lips of everyone you meet, the damn thing really is an earworm, have to call it as it really really is, might have to retract everything previously said about that new Miraculous Mule single, it might just be their best thing…
Really like the fact that Studio 1.1 is almost defiantly hanging on there behind the brightly painted door half way along a Redchurch Street now almost totally fallen to the soulless greed and corporate designer label shallowness that is now really seriously strangling the creative life and integrity out of East London. Somebody moaned that…
Can’t be avoided, can’t pretend it hasn’t happened, It has to be called as seen or heard, and especially when something or someone or someband or somesuchthing who you’ve championed so much goes and slightly lets you down. It has to be said, not massively impressed with the politeness of the Sound Of Summer, it…
Organ Thing? Saint Agnes have a new thing, so do The Amorettes, Poil are doing things, here’s some things. Let the neighbours call the cops or the paint delivery company or someone from somewhere, don’t call us, don’t ask us, what do we know? The new Saint Agnes single is out as a limited edition…
Displacement? Words? Another show…. art…. blah blah… this… that… words? What’s words worth?…. there goes the neighbourhood…. beer…paint…. rust…. people…. words… friends…old friends, new friends…. foes, toes, stepping on toes, artists, egos… words… I was on the way to the show yesterday morning, off along the road, painting under arm, off to hang it in…
Another slice of East London is on the way out, the railway arches of Clare Street, the East London caves, East London’s primitive cave system (as the ever excellent writer Iain Sinclair described them) are going, the family businesses, the car repair shops that were here when no one else wanted to be, the East…
Embarked on one of those clear out the in-box sessions earlier today. Every day, a hundred or so e.mails mostly scatter-gunned at us by highly paid not very selective music PR companies, along with an e.mail or two direct from a big name “independent” record labels and occasionally something a little more personal from a…
