Just like the best below-the-radar hip-hop instrumental of all-time is East Flatbush Project's "Tried By 12."
"Out there" music (like, "Wow that's some weird and far out free jazz") is one thing, but what about when music is literally out there?
My Disco make little electroclash glam boys wilt like a penis on shitty coke.
Dudes. Do you fucking even realise that if it hadn't been for partying and booze, the two guys from Death From Above would probably never have met!
I recently gave my friend a copy of Xiu Xiu's new album and he almost killed himself.
Even though east London branches of Domino's pizza had a record number of delivery orders on Valentine's Day, the scaredy cat management told all their workers that no delivery men could go anywhere near the tower blocks.
We've got love and hugs and kisses in spades for Rephlex Records but what the fuck are they doing releasing that Grime compilation?
Can somebody please outlaw transatlantic long-distance relationships?
BARR is this kid Brendan Fowler from Baltimore via New York, but he lives in Los Angeles, which is where he belongs.
Is it such a surprise that Brooklyn's most disturbing brutality rapper is responsible for a heartrending New York story of redemption?
There is no cuter guy than a dirty metal-punk dude from the South with a fuck-off attitude and one of those sinewy, muscle-y white-trash bodies.
Back in the early 1990s, when grunge was fading away and boy bands were cramming into the golden elevator, recent college graduate Pat Gubler helped start a band called Tower Recordings.
When the Beta Band put out their amazing first three EPs back in 1998, it seemed like they were about to blow bullshit Britpop to pieces and create a musical revolution that would engulf the world and usher in a new age of psychedelia and love.
Last month, we lamented the legal troubles of Diddy's other manservant, Prettyboy Loon.
My friend Greg is getting married and it's the funniest thing I've ever seen.
I dj and perform with DAMN, am a music consultant, produce, remix, and edit material for fashion wankers and corporate winkies alike and I co promote the Bang Gang with my good friends.
A lot of bands at the moment seem to share a similar formula. Sure, they mix in their own unique ingredients, but the recipe remains pretty much the same.
Kate Wax had a job once. She sold sports shoes in a shop in Geneva but hated it.
M.O.P. are the music industry's biggest bullies, the gun-clapping Ted Nugents of hip-hop.
Before Dizzee Rascal got signed and became the emo-hipster's poster child of the year, he was a struggling East London garage MC.
Lighting engineers are the kings of rock and roll.
Things started to get really dark for The Libertines around about the time they were making the debut album with Mick Jones in London.
Listen, Columbo. You're mad because your money comes slow, and what you make in a year, I make at one show.
Attention, all uber-minimal techno geeks: take a deep breath and brace yourself for the bad news: the revenge of the nerds is over.