Kurt Vile's b'lieve i'm goin down reminds you that, however hard things get, you're not on this journey alone and all you can do is suck it up and smile.
I can feel the cultural story of the mid-90s contracting to the point where great British albums of that time are being airbrushed out of musical history.
Furman's new album Perpetual Motion People is another gem, and I hope it makes him a huge star, but in these days of Sam Smith and Ed Sheeran selling out stadiums the problem might well be that he’s nowhere near bland enough.
“Okay” said Noel ‘not a fan of cover versions’ Gallagher, “Six! Six covers versions! Is that all you’ve got?'
I grew up in the relatively quaint surroundings of the north Shropshire countryside. And by ‘relatively quaint’ I mean ‘boring as fuck’. My maternal Grandparents by contrast lived in Halewood, Liverpool, one of the roughest parts in one of Britain’s most deprived cities. As a kid I fucking loved visiting it.
Noel Gallagher recently said that a cover version by its very essence is only a watered-down version of the original song. He's wrong.