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Lost Trades; The Bird, The Book & The Barrel
Even though they put a man on the moon four years before I was born, I swear it’s the little things summoning me to a care-home for the terminally bewildered. I’m pre-empting what-they-can’t-do-these-days scenarios, but why so soon? All the years of diluting the kid’s squash, I observed they look rather stout of recent. My… Read more
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Thirty Years a Raver: Part 3: We Made Some Noise
Twas the night before my life done gone flipped upside down. It may not have been the colossal party the rest of the country were having, but Marlborough was, and always will be, lost in its own little world. Numerous attendees at the aforementioned Read’m and Weep rock concert on the common, just three years… Read more
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Song of the Day 37: Beaux Gris Gris & The Apocalypse
At least I think it’s number 37, sorta spaced on the song of the day for a while there. So what better time to reintroduce this quick feature where I generally waffle some crap and share a music video then when our friends Beaux Gris Gris & The Apocalypse knock out an awesomely catchy rock… Read more
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June: State of the Thing; a Monthly Guide to Last and This Coming Month of Devizine
So, who told the April showers that the lockdown applied to it? Come on, I want names! Last month of lockdown was dry and clement, as soon as things starts opening up again, it phased between drizzle and downpour; you can’t make it up. Yes, I wrote this too soon; bang on cue, here comes… Read more
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Nothing Good, Longcoats; I disagree!
Have no worries, Ollie, you’re a spring chicken, mate! Out this Friday, another dynamite single from Bath’s indie-pop trio, Longcoats, and this time it considers age. Subjective, isn’t it? I mean my boss calls me “young Darren,” but my daughter constantly reminds me I’m as ancient as ye gods. I have to wonder what Bruce… Read more
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Thirty Years a Raver, Part 2: We Called it Acieeed!
A branch of a classy supermarket chain seems an unlikely place to start a story of one’s first rave experience. It was a shop which, on a later occasion, my mate and I decided to walk ten miles back to, to thank them for such a lovely pizza. Overlooking the fact, it was the extra… Read more
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