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I'm currently looking at - and listening to - a music package that arrived yesterday, with something between amazement and bemusement. It's nothing less than an 81 (yes, EIGHTY ONE) triple CD of the London post-punk group The Homosexuals, Astral Glamour, complete with 30-page full color booklet and gate-fold sleeve. During their time together, The Homosexuals released, so I understand, just half a dozen singles and EPs, none of which received much attention outside the underground, which must make this package one of the most comprehensive back catalogue compilations ever released. In fact, a quick fun Sunday Pub Quiz that can run through the week and beyond. Can anyone name a MORE comprehensive compilation/box set for a LESS well-known group?

Jamming! 8: with the only archived feature on The Homosexuals

The new triple CD, with 81 songs by a group that never released a full album. You can buy it at the hyped2death web site

Part of the feature from Jamming! 8.

There's a real nice reproduction of the Jamming! 8 front cover in the booklet. I still find it absolutely amazing that my feature on The Homosexuals back in the summer of '79 was the only, ever published piece on the band. In fact, of all my claims to fame, this must be the weirdest. (I won't run a Pub Quiz for other suggestions on that topic…!) I've scanned the piece to join the Jamming! Archives and will be posting it imminently.

I've held on to my Homosexuals singles over the years; they've become quite valuable, especially since my occasional DJ partner Dan Selzer declared The Homosexuals the greatest group of all time and set young New Yorkers off on a frenzied search through E-Bay and various record fairs. Great music, always. And I'm enjoying what I’m currently hearing off the first CD. Whether I can listen to all three CDs back to back is another matter.

Bruno McQuillan, The Homosexuals founder, is playing New York's Knitting Factory this Friday July 23 as opening act to one of the few groups from that era (and earlier) that claim to be even weirder: Suicide. Also on the bill is DJ Ray Velasquez with his VJ wife Vanessa and their Sabotage Sound System, and two newer groups, The Flesh and Umbrella Brigade. Looks like my pick of the week.



It's April Fool's Day today, isn't it? It must be. Why else do I go online this morning and find myself victim of this hoax several times over? (Thanks to everyone who sent it, by the way.) Unfortunately, the rumour also came to me via the Crystal Palace Info Service so some people are taking it seriously. I'm willing to bet – in fact, in all good conscience I have to bet – a visit to the tattoo removal people that it doesn't come off.

Talking of people sending me e-mails about Palace, my thanks to fellow baldy Vince Skinner for this reminder that having a full head of hair is not necessarily something to boast about. Iain Phillip: one of the many Scots who played for the Palace back when I first started going to see them. Now, where's the Don Rogers card?


Had a brilliant Brooklyn evening out last night, catching good music outdoors at Prospect Park and indoors at Southpaw. More of the same today, with the Siren Festival – at least as much of it as I can stomach. (The line-up is pretty daunting, even for a veteran like me.) An exodus to the island of Manhattan tonight for my Tiswas slot, and then maybe even more music tomorrow. I'm pretty much done with The Clash project so expect me to start posting pictures and reviews galore from this long weekend as of Monday morning.



A reminder: I will be Guest DJ tomorrow, Saturday 17th, at TISWAS at Don Hill's in Manhattan. Whether or not you're going to the Siren Festival at Coney Island (as I am), it would be great to see you down there. I'll be playing around midnight, and more information can be found here.


Exhibitionist is the wrong title to apply to Jeff Mills. Sure, he is one of the most talented DJs in the world, and his tendency to play just seconds of a techno 12" before seamlessly moving on to his next choice has astounded audiences worldwide. But he's a quiet, intelligent, modest man not given to bouts of exhibitionism a la Fatboy Slim, Sandra Collins or Paul Oakenfold. In the DJ booth, Mills is a model of Zen–like calm.

But because of his unique skills, that DJ booth is usually crowded with, or surrounded by, anoraks and DJ wanna-bes desperate to get a glimpse of Mills' magic fingers. Now the Detroit native has finally given those kids what they want, recording a DVD, Exhibitionist, that shows how he mixes, with camera close-ups of his nimble digits flicking at the EQs and faders like the most dexterous of piano players. Originally intended as an educational tool, Exhibitionist works just as well as a party DVD: play it through your stereo system and it becomes a techno mix CD as good as any other, with the advantage over all those other techno mix CDs that you can always look up to see the DJ at work. (And with the subtitles on, you can just about figure which record he's playing - allowing that there is usually at least two, if not three, 12"s on deck at any one time.)

A man with impeccable reading taste: Jeff Mills at the launch of the new Halcyon store in Dumbo.

Performing as a mannequin: Jeff Mills at a Spanish boutique for the cover of Exhibitionist.

The additional advantage of a DVD over a mix CD is space: there's room on this double-sided disc for four different mix sets. Which makes its $20 (NTSC)/£16 (PAL) price tag a bargain. (Mills sells both formats for just $22 through his web site.) Three of those mixes are comprised of exclusively Mills compositions from his different labels Axis, Purpose Maker and Tomorrow, respectively - I did mention that Mills is one of the most prolific producers in techno, did I not? (As half of Underground Resistance in the very early 1990s, he was part of the first Detroit act to make techno political. Then as a solo artist embarking on concept albums, he was among the very first to prove that techno could be musical and not just rhythmic.) The fourth, Exhibitionist mix, finds him finally reaching out to include other artists.

There's also footage of Mills performing inside a Spanish boutique window, which seems most unlike him, though his zen-like calm does make him the perfect mannequin. And there's an on-screen interview with Mills in which he expounds – at great length - on his theories about techno as a way of life. He doesn't always make sense, but at least he's not talking drugged-up rubbish like half the world's globe-trotting record players. And as you listen to him talk, watch how he mixes, and best of all, as you instinctively start dancing to his music, you'll understand why so many of us look up to the better DJs. But not, I should add, as surrogate rock stars. Jeff Mills is the DJ as jazz musician.



The Village Voice website offers free music by several of the acts performing at the Siren Festival in Coney Island this Saturday. Among them: Mission of Burma, TV On The Radio, Har Mar Superstar, The Thermals, Death Cab For Cutie, ...And You Will Knows Us By The Trail of The Dead. This is what MP3s were designed for: to spread the musical word and entice people out to gigs. Point proven. Point taken. I found the link through my Brooklyn neighbour Coolfer's site. He also links to a BBC report that US acts sold more records in the UK last year than UK acts. We were talking about this a couple of months back in relation to "indie" acts. I suppose it was inevitable it would apply to mainstream acts too.



Reviewing my recent tasting notes, and having just finished Lawrence Osborne's engaging travelogue The Accidental Connoisseur, I've become acutely aware of the wine world's increased internationalism. This observation is nothing new, and nor is Osborne is the first to point out the following dichotomy… As wine has been lowered from its pedestal to become an everyday drink for the common man and woman, and as global market forces have enabled once isolated producers to sell their wine to people on the other side of the world, two things have happened: wine has gotten better, and it has become more similar.

This does not mean that every wine now tastes the same – though I know people who think that day will soon be here. But it does make it harder to figure out what it is we're drinking.


Take my tasting notes from last weekend. We started with "Long Island's first Viognier." That alone should give cause for concern. Viognier is a hot climate grape; Long Island is a cool climate region. Plus, Viognier is a fickle, troubling grape demanding great patience and expertise: Long Island wine-makers have yet to prove themselves capable much of either. (I was, however, impressed with a Bedell Viognier from the region a couple of years back.) All of which might explain the back label noting that the wine was "fermented and aged in French oak for eight months," a declaration intended, no doubt, to interest the neophyte, but for me, akin to learning that the next Underworld album will be recorded entirely on saxophone. Perhaps that's why, when I opened the wine, a Pindar 2003 Viognier, North Fork, I was hit by sharp aromas of citrus and gooseberries: I could have sworn I was smelling a Sauvignon Blanc. Still, some Viognier flavors of peach and apricot kicked in on the palate, including the heady perfume, which wafted into the nasal passages through the back door. At 12.5% alcohol, it was a little thin, which probably explains the oak, to beef it up and, in the process, give it a more internationally acceptable taste – like, say, a Sauvignon Blanc. Still, for all its mishandling, the wine eventually managed to show varietal integrity, and we quite warmed up to it. I had expected worse, especially for just $11. But I'd still like to taste a Long Island white wine that was unashamedly Long Island.


No such comparative problems with a Paige 23 Syrah 2000 from Santa Barbara County. The wine's intensely dark, impenetrable color, its rich, ripe fruit aromas of blackberry and blackcurrant, and, especially, its aromatic mintiness, made the wine's origin immediately apparent: California. The mintiness must be in the air: I find myself tasting it in Cabernet Sauvignon from Napa up north in the State, and from Mourvèdre in Contra Costa County. But I hadn't expected to taste it from the cooler climate of Santa Barbara County too. I loved the power of the Paige 23 – especially as accompaniment to grilled food – and 24 hours later, I was particularly taken by how its 14.0% alcohol remained so well balanced. But I was never quite certain that I was drinking a Syrah.

Paige 23 is a limited production estate, so the upfront fruit is not consciously aimed at, say the Long Island neophyte who wants reassurance about "fermentation in oak"; still, its overwhelming power suggested that it was nonetheless dressed to impress (wine critics and consumers alike.) They call this style "International." I call it a disturbing trend.


In Europe, there is also a tendency to design wines for the modern international palate. And I use the word 'design' deliberately: in many places, it means large producers churning out household name varietals with wacky names and logos, and in many other places it means smaller producers churning out unfamiliar varietals with equally wacky names and logos. I tend to avoid the former. And two experiments with the latter offered decidedly mixed results.

On the plus side was the Dehesa Gago 'G' 2002 from Spain. It's marketed in cleverly maximum/minimal fashion – with so much wording on the front label, in such small type, you're immediately provoked to pick up the bottle and start reading. Once you do, you'll be assured that the producer in question traverses the land looking for the best of the region's traditional grapes, and you will read much about the 2002 vintage, including the intensely dry summer (not uncommon in Spain's high-altitude vineyards) and wet autumn. What you won't find explained is what grapes you're drinking nor where the wine comes from. The label assumes you're either an expert and know this already, or that you're an imbecile and don't need to be informed. I'm somewhere in-between and would have liked the education.

So, I got out my wine books and discovered for myself. The wine states that it's from the Toro D.O., which I learned is a small, formerly declining region 150 miles north-west of Madrid, whose long-standing growers typically produced tough, tannic wines of up to 16% alcohol. (This one was a comfortable 13%.) And the label was marked, when I looked hard enough, Tinta de Toro, the local name for the Tempranillo grape, which shows up all across Spain, especially in Rioja, and Toro's neighboring Ribera. And the wine itself? Just fine. A raspberry nose, some blackcurrant and a little leather flavor, quite chewy, plummy and dusty, with a little spice amongst its cherry flavors, all of which suggests that the region's rustic charms have yet to be thoroughly eradicated. It lacked depth, and after a while I got a bored of its hefty mid-palate, but you can't expect too much more for a $10 wine from an ancient region currently undergoing such a drastic overhaul. This wine is also available right across Europe for around 8 Euros. Toro is clearly a region to watch.

Les Hérétiques: Name and label designed for the international market in a noble attempt to rescue a declining grape's reputation. Sadly, this Carignan is crap.


I'd expected similar satisfaction from Les Hérétiques 2002, from France's wine heartland, the Languedoc. It's the work of Château d'Oupia, who make a basic Minervois red and white wine that are renowned bargains. (I wrote about the white here.) Sold as a Vins de Pays de l'Herault, it comes through the hands of one of America's most finicky, argumentative, terroir-oriented importers.

Which just shows that anyone can make a mistake. Myself included. I should have balked at the name. French wine-makers don't call their wines Les Hérétiques. Especially not traditionalists like Andre Iché. The name – and its beautiful label with accompanying astronomy map - can only be a marketing concept dreamed up by the importers and aimed straight at a contrarian like myself. This wine is heretical, they say. Therefore it must be good.

But why is it heretical? Because it's 100% Carignan, the grape that grows so abundantly in the Languedoc it produced the European wine lake, all that surplus stuff nobody would drink once their local supermarkets started bringing in good cheap wines from the "new world." We're no longer meant to like it; the producers must be heretics for still believing in it.

As a blending partner, Carignan has its calling; it adds a certain character to many of my beloved southern French wines. And there's word out, from the Languedoc all the way to California that, when treated with care, when not over-cropped, when picked from the oldest, most concentrated of vines, it can produce some great wine on its own. Maybe. But Les Hérétiques is not one of those wines. Both times I tried it, I made similarly unattractive notes. There was a woodsy bramble briary nose, overly herbal and earthy. A soft attack, immediately followed by a bitter acidic taste with surprisingly tense tannins that served together to destroy the mid-palate, all ending in an overly hot, alcoholic finish. The second time I tried this wine, I couldn't manage it without food. Then some friends stopped by. They love red wine. I poured them a glass. They took a taste and handed it back. That's heresy for you!

Like the Dehesa Gago, Les Hérétiques is an attempt to revive a region's reputation by modern marketing methods – before the region gets torn up and replaced by "international grapes" like Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Syrah and such. But while the Dehesa Gago shows that the local Tinta de Toro grape merely needs taming and shrewd production, there's a reason the Languedoc's Carignan has been getting ripped up: it makes bad wine. The writers and importers and retailers and consumers were all correct to demand better quality from this over-productive region, and even if the price we pay is in increasingly clean and attractive but indistinct internationally homogenous wines, then that's the price we pay. Because all the designer labels and fancy names in the world won't get me paying for Les Hérétiques a third time.



I'd apologize for not posting much over the last week or two but as I know everyone understands, the web site is a labour of love, and when I'm writing a book, even a short one, I tend to get my head down and get on with it. In those moments when I need to switch subject matter - as when I riffed about Nick Hornby's Songbook - I've been writing up some accompanying reviews for the next Hitlist. In my dreams, I was planning on getting that up today before diving back down under for the rest of the week. Should I fail – i.e., if you're still looking at this paragraph at the top of the page come Tuesday or Wednesday – it will probably end up as an expanded July-August Hitlist.

In the meantime, a couple of new DJ Gigs to let you know about

This SATURDAY JULY 17 I will be back spinning at Tiswas, at Don Hill's in Manhattan, as a special Siren festival after-party. I always have a good time playing alongside Nick and Justine, so stop by after your day out at Coney Island, assuming you're not burned to a crisp or drunk as a newt.

FRIDAY AUGUST 6 will be the next Step On. Haven't figured out the theme yet for the happy hour: suggestions always welcomed.

And WEDNESDAY AUGUST 18 I will be playing the Balearica party at The Social on London's Little Portland Street, with Blue Room residents Chris Coco and Rob Da Bank. They've also asked me to read something and between now and then, we'll figure out exactly what and how. The Social, being a London pub, closes at 11pm, and that's probably just as well, given that I'm only flying in that morning. Anyways, it means all my fellow ageing Brits don't have to worry about losing out on sleep or catching cabs home and have no real excuse for not stopping in to say hello.

It takes more than a week of solitary confinement in the country to keep me away from live music. We spent this last Saturday afternoon and evening down at Hunter's fifth Annual Mountain Culture Festival where, apart from being introduced to some very cute llamas, and being exposed to more beautiful hand-made wood furniture than any number of over-priced Soho stores could ever offer, and enjoying the free tasting courtesy of Brotherwood Winery, we caught performances by Los Pleneros de la 21 and Kékélé. The former was a last minute replacement for Spain's Llan de Cubel and a little disappointing in the sense that they're from New York and were a bit like a busman's holiday for yours truly. The latter should have been a thrill: Kékélé are considered among Congo's finest musical exports, though as with many African groups they all live in Paris these days. This was the first night of the 11-piece band's American tour, and obviously they wanted to get things right. But their show came at the end of a nine-hour music festival and the local sound crew was clearly tired and frustrated and watching the clock. The combination of American impatience and African unhurriedness made for an increasingly tense hour-long wait as Kékélé set up, the sun set down, and the various merchants closed up for the night; we stayed long as we could but we had some hungry kids in tow who finally tired of catching frogs in the nearby pond and were in dire need of a bath and a (veggie) burger. Another time, maybe; what we saw of Kékélé nonetheless left us all with a big grin on our faces.

Los Pleneros de la 21...

...And the view from across the pond.

A link provided courtesy of MelodyNelson.com: The Scissor Sisters' cover of Franz Ferdinand's 'Take Me Out.'

In last week's Village Voice Fly Life column, Tricia Romano wrote about a new low point in New York nightlife: a DJ being given a ticket for "operation of sound reproduction device without a permit." Just to keep this on an even keel, I also read over the last week, in a New York Times piece on our city's outdoor concerts, that New York is home to over 500 FREE concerts this summer. I knew the figure was well into three figures but that surprises even me. Does any other city even come close?

Also in the Fly Life column: This following comment from a Farenheit 9/11 screening/discussion:

"For EDIE FALCO ( best known these days as Tony Soprano's on-screen wife Carmela) … who admitted to crying during the movie, the 9-11 segments were "very devastating" to watch. "It was the most personal connection," said the actress, who lives downtown. "I hope they realize this kind of aggression is not going to foster kindness in anyone. They're asking for it."

Oh, I'm sorry, I got a bit clumsy with the editing. That happens when people get political. The quote actually reads: "I hope they [the Bush administration] realize this kind of aggression is not going to foster kindness in anyone. We're asking for it."

I still think the first paragraph makes just as much sense.July 4 itself we spent at our favorite upstate family kid spot: Zoom Flume, a low-key water park that brings out the kid in every adult. I usually slide down the Anaconda

JULY 5-11: Nick Hornby's Songbook
JUNE 28-JULY 4: The Streets/Dizzee Rascal/I Am X/Funkstorung live, Wine, Football and festivals,
JUNE 21-27: Lollapalooza, Morrissey, Deadwood, London Calling, Stone Roses, Euro 2004,
JUNE 14-20: Fast Food and Cheap Oil, Party Prospects, More Clash, Radio Indie Pop
JUNE 7-13: MP3s vs AIFF, Step on, June Hitlist, The Clash,
MAY 31-JUNE 6: Benzos/The Hong Kong/Home Video live, Tribute Bands, Lester Bangs, Glad All Over
MAY 24-30: The Clash, Fear Of A Black Planet, Marvin Gaye, Sandy Bull, Richard Pryor, Stoop Sale LPs, Michael Moore, Nat Hentoff
MAY 17-23: 5th Ave Street Fair, James, Surefire/The Go Station live, Crystal Palace
MAY 10-16: Radio 4 live, John Entwistle, Jeff Mills, Wine notes, Joy Division covers
APR 26-MAY 9: Twenty Twos, Morningwood, French Kicks, Ambulance Ltd all live, More Than Nets, Mod, Turning 40
APR 19-25: 5 Boroughs Rock, The Number 3 Bus, Orbital split, MC5 reform
APR 6-19: British Press Cuttings, More Than Nets, Art Rockers and Brit Packers
MAR 29-APRIL 5: The Rapture/BRMC/Stellastarr* live, The Chinese Beatles, Freddie Adu
MAR 22-28: Singapore Sling live, Kerry on a Snowboard, Pricks on Clits, Eddie Izzard, Who's Two
MAR 15-21: TV On The Radio live, Tracking Terror, Bloomberg's Education Bloc, The Homosexuals,
MAR 8-14: The Undertones live, Winemakers Week, Madrid Bombings, Just In Jest
MAR 1-7: Rhone-gazing, Pop Culture Quiz answers, Who's Hindsight, March Hitlist
FEB 16-29: Lad Lit, American Primaries, New York novels, Candi Staton, the Pop Culture Quiz, World Musics In Context
FEB 9-15: Grammy gripes, Spacemen 3, Replacements, Touching The Void, Moon myths, Voice Jazz & Pop Poll
FEB 2-FEB 8: Suicide Girls in the flesh, Johnny Rotten's a Celebrity...So's Jodie Marsh
JAN 26-FEB 1: Starsailor/Stellastarr*/Ambulance live, Tiswas, Wine Watch, Politics Watch
JAN 19-25: Brooklyn Nets? LCD Soundsystem, Iowa Primary, The Melody, TV On The Radio
JAN 12-18: The Unicorns live, New York w(h)ines, Sex In The City, Curb Your Enthusiasm, S.U.V. Safety, Bands Reunited
JAN 5-11: Tony's Top 10s of 2003, Howard Dean and his credits, Mick Middles and Mark E. Smith, Mick Jones and Don Letts,

DEC 22-JAN 4: Blind Boys of Alabama live, Joe Strummer, Year-End Lists, Finding Nemo, The Return of The King
DEC 15-21: Placebo live, Park Slope, Angels In America, Saddam's capture
DEC 8-14: The Rapture live, Guardian readers change lightbulbs, Keep iJamming! Thriving
DEC 1-7: Cabaret Laws, Ready Brek, Kinky Friedman, Sir Ranulph Fiennes, Jonathan Lethem, Julie Burchill, Blizzard running
NOV 17-30: Lost In Music, Lost In Translation, Neil Boland, Political Polls, Press Clips, Australian Whines
NOV 10-16: Ben E. King live, Hedonism readings, A***nal, Charts on Fire
NOV 3-9: Brother Bear, Oneida, P. Diddy, Steve Kember, Guy Fawkes, Iraq, the Marathon
OCT 27-NOV 2: CMJ Music Marathon report, NYC Running Marathon preview, Prey For Rock'n'Roll, Yellow Dog, Gen Wesley Clark, Halloween
OCT 20-26: Television Personalities, defending New York rockers, Bill Drummond Is Read
OCT 6-19: LCD Soundsystem live, Renewable Brooklyn review, Blind Acceptance is a sign...
SEP29-OCT 5: New York w(h)ines parts 1 and 2, Bruce Springsteen at Shea Stadium.
SEP 22-28: Atlantic Antic, Pacifists for War: General Wesley Clark and the Democratic Debate, Danny Tenaglia, Running Wild, Steppenwolf
SEP 15-21: Radio 4/DJ Vadim live, Manhattan Mondaze, Circle of Light, Renewable Brooklyn
SEP 8-14: Central Park Film Festival, Roger (Daltrey) and me, September 11 Revisited, The Raveonettes/Stellastarr* live, Recording Idiots of America,
SEP1-7: Film Festivities, Party Monster, Keith Moon RIP
AUG 25-31: Punk Planet, Carlsonics, Copyright Protection, Cline Zinfandel, BRMC
AUG 18-24: Black Out Blame Game, John Shuttleworth, British Music mags, Greg Palast, The Thrills live.
AUG 11-17: The New York blackout, Restaurant reviews, The Media as Watchdog, What I Bought On My Holidays
AUG 4-10: Step On again, Shaun W. Ryder, Jack magazine, the BBC, the Weather, Detroit Cobras, football and Rock'n'Roll
JULY 28-AUG 3: De La Guarda, The Rapture, Radio 4, Stellastarr*, Jodie Marsh, A Tale of Two Lions, Hedonism launch photos,
JULY 14-27: Manchester Move Memories, Hedonism is Here, Holiday postcard
JULY 7-13: Chuck Jackson live, Step On, Beverley Beat, British Way of Life
JUNE30-JULY6: David Beckham, Geoffrey Armes, Happy Mondays, Step On at Royale
JUNE 23-29: Ceasars/The Realistics live, weddings and anniversaries, Cabaret laws.
JUNE 9-23: Hell W10, The Clash, Big Audio Dynamite, Nada Surf live, Field Day debacle
JUNE 2-8: Six Feet Under - Over, Field Day, Siren Fest, Crouching Tigher Hidden Cigarette
MAY 19-JUNE 1: Ian McCulloch live, New York's financial woes, Six Feet Under, Hedonism, Tommy Guerrero.
MAY 5-18: Live reviews of The Rapture, De La Soul, Carlsonics, Laptop, The Libertines, Echoboy, The Greenhornes; observations on Chris Coco/The Blue Room, The Apple Music Store, Alan Freed, Phil Spector, The Matrix Reloaded, Rare Earth, Tinnitus and Royale!
APRIL 28-MAY 4: Flaming Lips, Madonna, Bill Maher, The Dixie Chicks, the war
APRIL 21-27: Rotary Connection, War(n) Out, Cocaine Talk
APRIL 14-20: Belated London Musings on Death Disco and CPFC.
APRIL 7-13: London Musings: Madness, Inspiral Carpets, the Affair, the Palace, the Jam
MARCH 31-APRIL 6: Music be the spice of life, London Calling: Ten Observations from the Old Country
MARCH 24-30: Six Feet Under, Peaches/Elefant live, MP Frees and Busted Boy Bands
MARCH 17-23: Röyksopp live, Transmission, Worn-Out War Talk
MARCH 10-16: Live reviews: Stratford 4, Flaming Sideburns, Joe Jackson Band, Linkin Park. Why I Oppose The War (For Now).
MARCH 3-9: The Pursuit of Happiness, Weekend Players, U.S. Bombs, Al Farooq, A New Pessimism, Brooklyn Half Marathon
FEBRUARY 24-MARCH2: Orange Park, Ali G-Saddam Hussein-Dan Rather-Bill Maher-Jon Stewart TV reviews, Stellastarr*, James Murphy, The Station nightclub fire, the Grammys
FEBRUARY 17-23: Village Voice Poll, Singles Club, Smoke and Fire
FEBRUARY 3-16: Snug, The Face, Pink, Supergrass live, Keith Moon, Phil Spector, Gore Vidal
JANUARY 27-FEBRUARY 2: Communist Chic, Spiritland, Daddy You're A Hero, Keith Moon, State of the Union, CPFC and more on Iraq
JANUARY 20-26: Divisions of Laura Lee, Burning Brides, Words On War, Child Abuse of a Different Kind, Losing My Edge
JANUARY 13-19: Pete Townshend, Pee Wee Herman, South Park and more Pete Townshend
JANUARY 6-12: Interpol in concert, Tony Fletcher's Top 10 Albums and Singles of 2002, More on Joe Strummer and The Clash, Fever Pitch and Bend It Like Beckham.
DECEMBER 31 2002 -JAN 5 2003: A tribute to Joe Strummer, Radio 4 live on New Year's Eve

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