We discover today that our favourite rock 'n' roll freesheet The Stool Pigeon has called it a day. This is sad. The Stool Pigeon was a far more eclectic, imaginative and better written paper than any of the newsstand music mags. Its creators say they are tired. I know how they feel. It signs off, however, with this neat little rundown of music writing's most egregious cliches, which includes the single most imbecilic interrogative in the entire journalistic canon. I should know. I've used it dozens of times myself. So, was that a conscious decision...?
Entr'acte: we boldly propose this sequence from Holy Motors as the most awesome accordion action available to anyone, anywhere, basically. After that, RL Burnside's original version of Let My Baby Ride. As above, so bellows.
Curious as to how things were working out at HMV during the dying days of the troubled franchise - where for nine days 18 years ago we managed to hold down a job - I was mooching round a branch in north London. Since I had roughly no money to spend this was an entirely speculative recce. Amid the cut-price, out-of-license blues compilations and the vast array of magical headphones was a GG Allin CD going for 17 quid. That seemed odd. We won't be posting GG Allin here. But we are posting Butthole Surfers, with whom we are mildly obsessed at the moment. "They were drinking from a fountain that was pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain..."
We're working on a full cash-focused playlist for a small side project. But basically, we just heart the Jim Jones Revue.