At the beginning of 2008, the Australian national news reported on a small, isolated Aboriginal community deep in the Northern Territory, aka the middle of nowhere, aka Satan's Asshole, aka East Bumblefuck.
Larry Jon Wilson is the first person you see when you watch Heartworn Highways, the definitive documentary of the outlaw country movement of the mid-70s led by heroes like Townes Van Zandt and Steve Earle.
Grime is going through a bit of a make-or-break period right now. Most of the better MCs have long given up trying to be grimey and are now doing pop songs with 80s revivalists and covering the Ting Tings (Dizzee).
A while ago we started doing monthly issue launch parties at the Old Blue Last. The whole concept should have been pretty elementary: have a party, a bunch of people drink and the bands covered in the magazine that month come down and play.
Sorry, jaded white guy who professes to like rap music but can't remember the other guy's name out of Mobb Deep, but we love Soulja Boy. Since when did rap music being fun and goofy again become a bad thing?
This is Norwegian black-metal band Vomit in their practice space. Vomit was formed around '82 by a few 13-year-old scumbags. They were also early members of Mayhem (who shared this very space with them).
As it's the Mexico Issue we popped over to our buddy Ivan Mendiola's flat in London and played him a stack of this month's records so that we could get a real-life Mexican's view on recorded sound in June 2008.
Marion Barry, the much maligned former mayor of Washington, DC, is mostly known as a punch line. As a synonym for "smoking crack," he embodied white America's media-based fantasy of 80s urban blacks-entitled, lazy, corrupt, drug addled, and taking advanta…
A few years ago, when that big Scorsese-produced PBS special of films about "The Blues" was about to premiere, I was exceptionally psyched to hear that Wim Wenders (Paris, Texas, Wings Of Desire) made one about this gospel blues singer named Blind