Look! Here's our little book 'The Last Eight Minutes of Light' to buy on Amazon.

So, Lou's gone. But Loop are back. ATP's End of an Era Pt 2 - curated by our favourite hypo-dronic psychonauts - is about as close as is humanely possible to a dream line-up round here. Here's the first interview Loop have given for about 20 years, and below that The Velvet Underground's Sister Ray in all its 14 minute glory: the moment rock 'n' roll stopped saying 'oh yeah' and started saying 'no' instead.

And here, excitingly, it is. You can now buy my little ebook 'The Last Eight Minutes of Light' from Galley Beggar Press.

It comes with some kind words of approval by the mighty Eimear McBride, author of A Girl is a Half Formed Thing (and officially a genius; she's up for the Goldsmiths Prize this year). "This is a great story; I hope to be seeing more of Jon Fortgang."

What's it all about? Here's the blurb: "A beautifully realised story of teenage angst, parental angst, step-parental angst and getting things into proportion..."

And here are some words from the story to whet your appetite:

For your eleventh birthday last month he gave you two things: a yellow Frisbee and a CD by a band called AC/DC. “I loved this record when I was your age,” he said, though you sensed this was for your mum’s benefit rather than yours. “Made me the man I am today.” Personally, you can think of no poorer recommendation.

For the other 4,201 words (roughly) go right here right now. It costs a quid! Merely!

We failed to announce this event while there was a chance for anyone round here to actually go, but I was delighted to find myself alongside Galley Beggar Press writers Eimear McBride, Andrew Lovett, Jonathan Gibbs and Samuel Wright, reading a short extract from 'The Last Eight Minutes of Light' at the excellent Big Green Bookshop in London this weekend.

Go here to check out Galley Beggar's stuff. Putting on our disinterested critic's hat - unworn for a while - we're kinda thinking of 'em as Sub-Pop or 4AD: there's a whole risk-taking, DIY vibe about their stuff and also a clearly emerging aesthetic. 

Anyway, our small contribution to all this wonderful activity will be available to purchase as part of Galley Beggar's 'Singles Club' thing from this Friday. We will, no doubt, find time for a quick social media sweep later this week.

I'd meant to post this ages ago, but here it is at last. The excellent writer Paul Ewan gets in touch and sends us a copy of his very funny - and eerily accurate, in a fabulously beer-damaged kinda way - book 'London Pub Reviews'.

These are beautifully conceived little vignettes by a fictional pub reviewer who's constantly keeping the deluge at bay. I particularly love his Kafka-esque account of fish-feeding in our former local, the Harringey Arms up in Crouch End. Getcha round in here.

You can also read Paul's account of breakfast with Sonic Youth - marginally less traumatic, we imagine, than dinner with Swans - in this great piece over at Five Dials, which also features our friend Matthew De Abaitua's brilliant account of life with a young - but not in a good way - Will Self.

Most of my adventures these days - a bit like like Mr. Ben - begin and end in north London charity shops. This week our eyes glaze over at a copy of World Domination Enterprise's 1985 album 'Let's Play Domination'. Simon Reynolds called them 'psychobilly concrete' and you can read a proper feature on 'em over at the lovely and excellent Quietus. This is the music Withnail might have made. It's hard to imagine it even being dreamed of now.

Below is the only significant bit of footage online, an extract from SnubTV from the early 1990s. "People should be at home, by themselves, watching detergent adverts..."