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SATURDAY NOVEMBER 20-SUNDAY NOVEMBER 21

THE WEEKEND REVIEW

FREQ NASTY – BRING ME THE HEAD OF FREQ NASTY (Skint)

I have a firm, fond memory of a post-dawn DJ set Freq Nasty played in the courtyard of Space at the Winter Music Conference in Miami in 2000; I happened to peaking and his beats happened to be breaking and the combination was, well, euphoric to say the least. Bring Me The Head…, Freq Nasty's second studio album, doesn't carry quite the same emotional rush as his DJ sets, but it's not for lack of trying. Recorded in the New Zealand native's adopted hometown of Brixton - and finally out in the States some eight months after its UK release 0 it's a deliberately iconoclastic adventure through a landscape primarily of his own considerable imagination. This refusal to fall into any easily-categorized bag (such as the nu skool breaks scene the Freq helped spearhead five years ago) makes for a fascinating real-time journey, but many of the beats, breaks, vocals and synth stabs fail to stick around after the record's finished.
Still, several cuts enliven in the short term. 'Fresh,' 'Boomba Clat,' 'Amped' and 'Punkadelic' all live up to their titles. The ballsy-named 'Clit Licka' includes predictable (though, surprisingly, not gratuitous) sounds of female orgasm. And 'Mad Situation,' with Junior Delgado on vocals, ends matters almost exactly the same way the Dub Pistols, with Horace Andy singing 'World Gone Crazy,' kicked off their last album Six Million Ways To Live. Which is to say perhaps, that if Bring Me The Head lacks occasionally in originality, it makes up for it with intent of purpose. B
Highlight: As someone who lives in the one place and spent every day of his teens in the other, the title 'Brooklyn 2 Brixton' has great personal relevance; fortunately, it's also the album's standout track. MC Kovas shouts out vocals in a hip-hop party fashion, ensuring that this down-tempo, dub-friendly break-beat is one song you'll be singing long after the album's stopped spinning.
Website: freqnasty.com
Free download: The Skint Records site streams all Darin Mcfadyen's singles. (Yes, Freq Nasty has a real name.) But you're better off at Darin's own site: enter through the door marked 'The Video Nasty Experience' and you'll find a world of remixes boomin back atcha, along with an online magazine that using each song title as a launching pad for anti-corporate screeds. For example, while listening to a loop of The Freestylers' take on 'Brooklyn 2 Brixton,' you read Darin's opinions on the subject of 'Bling©'. As follows:
Quote: "Would you let your grandpa dress you? No? Then why are you letting Tommy Hilfiger? There’s nothing ‘Bling’ about having some poor, malnourished sweatshop kid slaving over heavy machinery for no money so some fat middle class kid in Manchester can look like a big ho." Love it.


FRIDAY NOVEMBER 19

"I PRACTICED DAILY IN MY ROOM"

Today sees publication of a new Mojo/Q special, on the 100 Greatest Rock Icons or some similar arrangement of those words. I've contributed two profiles to the issue: a 1200 word piece on Pete Townshend and one twice that size on Joe Strummer. Given that I've written books that deal closely with each subject, I felt like I was on solid ground in defining what made them such figureheads and was happy to take on the assignments. What then fascinated me, as I got into the stories, was how damn similar they are/were – as archetypal anti-heroes, as trailblazing lyricists, as riveting performers, and as individuals who could/can be frustratingly contradictory but were/are always utterly sincere within the moment.

In fact, the features would have been a total pleasure but for the need to track down other musicians for quotes. I spent several days in a row, for example, calling The Libertines' Carl Barat, while he was touring America; he was asleep every time (this in the middle of the afternoon) with strict instructions not to be woken – despite the interview being officially scheduled through his publicists. Make of that what you will. Fortunately, it all came good in the end. I spoke to younger musicians like The Fiery Furnaces' Matt Friedberger about Townshend and Radio 4's Anthony Roman about Strummer; I was able to get Wayne Kramer from the MC5 to elucidate enthusiastically on Townshend's impact and influence; and, at the last moment – after, in fact, the piece had originally been handed in – I got none other than Mick Jones to talk about Joe Strummer.

Who better to talk about Joe Strummer than the man the New York Times thought was Joe Strummer?

That is, of course, a rock journalist's dream. But Mick, a coy subject at the best of times, was nursing a heavy cold acquired on tour with his new band Carbon/Silicon, and though he was happy to volunteer his time across the international phone line, was clearly struggling to stay alert. Ever keen to preserve Clash mythology, he was also reluctant to get deep into his relationship with Joe; he preferred I offer my comments and then agree or disagree with them as necessary. Interestingly, he only got animated when we talked about the demise of The Clash, stating, "It took us a long time to get over the group, I must say," and then, suddenly sounding very serious, adding, "Even if we ever have."

Now that the features are on the newsstands (at least I think they are), I'll clean up these transcripts and post them here on the site.

That kind of archiving was, funnily enough, about the extent of my original intent with this web site! All the record reviews and daily musings came along once I saw the potential to make this an ongoing magazine. And while, at least once a year, you'll find me passing round the hat for contributions to the site's upkeep, I've got to stress that I feel equally rewarded when I see the activity over in The Pub. We clearly hit a nostalgic nerve with our First Gig Memories: three new people signed up to The Pub simply to get in on the conversation. One of them is in Moscow (so he tells us) and one is in Sydney (as I know from personal contact). Welcome both. They join our regular Pubgoers all across Britain and the States and at least one member in New Zealand. At moments like this, I'm in total love with the 'Net.

I had mentioned seeing The Strawbs at the Croydon Fairfield Halls back in 1974. Emrue popped in to The Pub and said he would love to have seen them. It's not too late: by one of those magical moments of iJamming! synchronicity, my good South London expat friend Geoffrey Armes is playing with John Ford of The Strawbs tonight at StonyBrook University on Long Island. Good luck Geoffrey. And let us know: does John still play 'Part Of The Union'? It's the only song I remember – and I think the only reason my mum took us along!


THURSDAY NOVEMBER 18

YOU DO REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME

Glad to see so many of you responding immediately to my First Gig Memory from yesterday. Not a bad list, so far including as it does Chuck Berry, The Who, The Clash, and Apocalypse. (And yes, Apocalypse does count. I have photos of the show and a typed review by Sean Hogan, RIP, as evidence that it was a proper performance.) I'm sure more of you have equally interesting memories. Don't worry about being embarrassed: you're excused bad taste up until around your 16th birthday or later. Post them in The Pub.

Like Po1ntman, I could almost have claimed David Essex as a first experience. My mum took us to Godspell when Essex had the starring role - presumably around 1974. His voice was shot, though, and even with a hand-held microphone, we couldn't hear him. This was partly because the girls down front screamed every time he opened his mouth – which, now I think about it, is probably how he lost his voice to begin with, struggling to be heard over the top. The teenybopper behaviour was all very strange for a West End Theatre, like they were watching the Messiah or something...


MARATHON RUNNERS DO IT LONGER

"The apparently crucial role of running in human evolution, overlooked for the most part in previous research, is being proposed in an article in the journal Nature by two American scientists," reported yesterday's New York Times.

"While walking upright first set early human ancestors apart from their ape cousins, the scientists write, it may have been the ability to run long distances with springy step over the African savanna that influenced the transition to today's human body form.

"Dr. Bramble, a professor of biology [at the University of Utah ]and a specialist in the biomechanics of animal locomotion, said, 'Running made us human, at least in an anatomical sense,' adding that he and Dr. Lieberman [Harvard] were 'very confident that strong selection for running was instrumental in the origin of the modern human body form.'"

Marathoners are not mad then, we're just hanging on to our Darwinian instincts. That's a relief: I've been looking for some justification for my actions these last ten days, other than the Top 10 Reasons to Run A Marathon, as listed on a New Balance poster currently hanging in MY bedroom. (Sample Reason: Trophies Rust. Self-Esteem Doesn't.)

Hero? (Or lunatic?) Sir Ranulph Fiennes and running partner Dr Michael Stround at Staten Island. The pair successfully completed their 7th Marathon in 7 days.

Questions of sanity still hang over Sir Ranulph Fiennes, however. The Great (British) Adventurer (who I met on the way in to last year's run at Staten Island, looking calm and collected as he prepared to complete his seventh Marathon on six Continents in seven days) popped up on the BBC World News last night. Apparently, he's endured a life-long fear of heights – and he's conquering it by climbing Mount Everest! In preparation, he just completed seven peaks in the Ecuadorean Andes in ten days. The man is the last of a dying breed. Of inspirational lunatics.

Also last night – I was feeling under the weather, to be honest - I managed to sneak in another 30 minutes of the taped Marathon broadcast. Hats off to the 67-year old London woman, Marjery, who only took up running at age 60 and who was interviewed on 1st Avenue, looking for all the world like she was taking a casual jog rather than on her 20th mile of constant running. Asked why she'd participated this particular marathon, she concluded "I Just love New York."


KICK IT OUT!

Anyone who visits New York knows that it's just about impossible to be racist in this city. Sadly the same appears not to be true of Madrid. I spent 36 hours in the Spanish capital last year and fell in love with the place; I took it personally when the bastards bombed the commuter trains this last March 11. Unfortunately, bastards of a different kind surfaced this week in Madrid, making monkey noises and hurling other racist abuse at the black English footballers representing their country at both Under-21 and full level. Of all the ills in the world, nothing gets to me more than racism. I just feel like every other disease and prejudice stems from this particular phobia and I can't abide it. Should the England players have walked off the pitch? It would have sent out a strong message, that's for sure, but maybe the wrong one, encouraging other teams to use their own excuses to halt a game mid-flow. Better, perhaps, that the complaints are handled officially – and I'm pleased to see Tony Blair wasted no time launching an official complaint. Maybe UEFA should step in with sanctions. Better still, the IOC should lead by example and deny Madrid its candidacy for the 2012 Olympics. Or have they already forgotten 1936?


No sooner do I print that startling statistic that "If Wal-Mart were a country, it would be China's largest export market," than its prime American competitor, K-Mart, announces a buy-out of Sears to become America's third largest retailer. (Home Depot, unsurprisingly, would stay in second place.) Consumers who think these mergers are good for their bank accounts might want to read the small print recently sent my way (and most likely theirs) when the two financial giants Chase and Bank One merged. They've wasted no time at all increasing the cost of every single transaction on their customers' credit cards.


Read enough of my anti-corporate rants and you'll know I must be a Mac user. Obviously I'm relieved that Apple survived its dark days of the 1990s when it really looked like our equipment was destined to become obsolete. And it's hard to deny that the new products – from iPod hardware to Garage Band and iTunes software – is sleeker, sharper and more user-friendly than just about anything the PC manufacturors or Microsoft could offer. Wish I could say the same for Apple's flagship Mac store in Soho. Yes, it's a beautifully designed store, dripping in gleaming cool, so much so it wouldn't look out of place up on Madison Avenue alongside Gucci, Armani and companies. But that doesn't explain why it should keep customers waiting for up to 35 minutes to actually pay for something, while the painfully trendy staff – presumably on something above minimum wage, judging by their expensive haircuts – swan around the cash registers, trying to look busy without actually operating any of them. Me, I'm going back to Tekserve and MacMall for my supplies.

Final comment for Geeks: in using some of these new Apple apps, I've noticed that the company has become more and more like Microsoft: every new application works only within itself or alongside another, officially partnered application. For tech-phobic computer users, this can be a Godsend: I love the way you can export a mix straight out of Garage Band into iTunes. (One more click and you've got an MP3 of your own recording.) I don't like the way you can't find the individual audio files within your Garage Band recording, which prevents you from importing them into more professional audio software systems like CuBase or ProTools. I found a workaround – send the Garage Band file off to a computer that doesn't have Garage Band; it transfers the single file into a folder loaded with all the different AIFF files. You still have to work your way through these files to find the one you want, but at least the option is there. And it needs to be. I'll mourn the day that Apple becomes just another Microsoft.


WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 17

DO YOU REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME?

I visited my brother-in-law and his family last night. Their 12-year old(est) daughter was all excited from just attending her first concert: Good Charlotte, Sum 41, and two other pop-punk bands at The Starland Ballroom in Sayreville, New Jersey. It seemed quite a cool entry into the world of live music, and I not only loved hearing her stories of accidentally "falling into the mosh pit" (her friend's dad pulled them out!); I also enjoyed seeing her practice her soon-to-be-teenage slouch in her brand new Good Charlotte "hoodie." Good Charlotte are reviled by mainstream rock crits for the crime of appealing to 12-year old girls just like my niece, but hey, would we rather she was listening to Avril Lavigne?

(Campbell, for his part, is hooked on the SpongeBob SquarePants soundtrack, which includes the aforementioned Lavigne singing the title track, a bizarre theme song from The Flaming Lips, and contributions from acts as disparate as Ween and Motorhead. Soundtracks are notoriously incongruous to begin with, but this one takes the biscuit.)

Dinner conversation quickly turned to our own first concert experiences. I thought it might make an interesting thread for the Pub. My brother-in-law, who's a few years older than me and dates it back to the early-mid 1970s, thought his was probably Earth, Wind and Fire. My wife Posie thinks she may have been dragged along to that same concert, but also vividly recalls being given tickets to Peter Frampton, a couple of years after his Frampton Comes Alive had already reached overkill. (Don't worry, she made up for it in spades during the 1980s.) My brother-in-law's wife definitely wins the credibility award: her first show was The Ramones, her second (and third, fourth and fifth) was Bruce Springsteen. Then again, she's a few years younger, and The Ramones were firmly established in the concert halls by the point she saw them, in 1979.

And myself? If you discount my mother taking my brother and me to see The Strawbs at the Fairfield Halls in Croydon in 1974, then it would be Queen, A Night At The Opera tour, Hammersmith Odeon, December 1975. A friend at the Palace (Crystal, not Buckingham) sold me a spare ticket for face value: it happened to be in the back room of the balcony, but I had a great time nonetheless. My mother got fed up with walking around Hammersmith Roundabout for hours waiting to pick me up and talked her way into the stalls!

I stopped listening to Queen a few years later, but I'm with what I think is a majority of music fans who agree that when it comes to pomp and sheer spectacle, Freddie and co. were in a league of their own.

I'll post some memories about my next few shows after hearing from some of you. First concert, however embarrassed you may be about it now. Come on, let's hear it!


TUESDAY NOVEMBER 16

NEW YORK, YOU GOT ME DANCING... Reviews from the Club Scene


THE SCUMFROG – SIMMER (Effin)

Up front, uplifting and, let's be honest, essentially unoriginal four-to-the-floor crossover dance music from the Amsterdam-raised Jesse Houk, who has been nurtured by underground house maven Roger Sanchez since moving to New York in 1997 - even though his music lends itself more to the mainstream marketplace of Basement Jaxx, Chemical Brothers and co. In fact, there's a decidedly rock'n'roll feel to Simmer's many vocal cuts: the title track has a bluesy guitar riff underpinning it, and Houk sings 'Come On' as aggressively as any other 21st Century garage rocker imitating Mick Jagger. (It is not, however, an actual cover of the debut Stones single of the same name.) But The Scumfrog – love the music, hate the monikor – is also capable of arms-in-the-air anthems to rival his neighborhood peer Armand Van Helden: the album stand-out 'One Thing' manages to invoke the atmosphere of a Twilo/Space all-nighter, while casually delivering a message of positive determination. Only the dirty call-and-response of 'Bacon' (with Lucy Woodward) falls flat, and there are few listeners don't have a CD remote button on hand for such moments. B+
Quote: "Let me apologize for the voting behavior of most of my fellow Americans by offering a new free download."
Web Site: thescumfrog.com offers steady streaming of Jesse's music, though it crashes Netscape.
Free Download: Jesse regularly posts new tracks for his audience. Current offering is the nine-minute instrumental, 'Desert Bound,' from his Burning Man performance earlier this year. Safari downloaded it perfectly and transferred it straight to iTunes.


DFA: DFA COMPILATION #2 (DFA)

The production/label duo DFA, on the other hand, are heroes of the indie rock underground even though their own tastes lean increasingly towards deep house and retro disco. As they say in New York, which (like The Scumfrog), DFA also call home: go figure. The casually titled DFA Compilation #2 features two CDs, nine songs a piece, collecting together the label's various limited edition 12" singles. (Hipsters will know most of them; non-hipsters can take comfort in the fact that DFA actually hate hipsters.) On the surface, there appears to be an astonishing, sometimes awkward range of music here, from the simplistic deep house textures of Delia Gonzalez And Gavin Russom to the funk-punk celebration of The Rapture, from the experimental white noise of Black Dice to the self-mocking anthems of LCD Soundsystem.
What unites these tracks emotionally is the guiding hand of DFA individuals Tim Goldsworthy (bespectacled Brit, graduate of MoWax supergroup UNKLE) and James Murphy (gleefully disheveled New Yorker, shambolic DJ, even more shambolic LCD Soundsystem front man). What unites them musically is the cowbell, which shows up in everything from LCD's 'Beat Connection' to The Rapture's 'Echoes' to, not surprisingly, the reformed Liquid Liquid's 'Bellhead.' And what unites the DFA productions physically is the continuously mixed third disc, which begins with Pixeltan's 'Get Up'/'Say What,' ends an hour later with LCD's superb single 'Yeah,' and which archeologists may dig up in future years as a representation of a brief moment of communion on the (strictly underground) New York dance floor. A-
Quote: "We were eternal runners-up to people like David Holmes, who can't do anything but was so much more aggressive to succeed." James Murphy disses the Belfast Boy in the DFA bio.
Web Site: http://dfarecords.com Be warned, DFA prefer producing to surfing.
Free download: DFA mixes have been widely copied and bootlegged, especially during the period the Rapture album was on hold. The web site offers the DFA Compilation #mix disc – but only as a stream.


Statistic Of The Day:
81% of voters in New York City went for John Kerry in the November 2 election. (Heard this morning on WNYC.)


MONDAY NOVEMBER 15

"WE MET WHEN WE WERE AT SCHOOL"

"If Wal-Mart were a country, it would be China's largest export market."
From Stay Free! magazine's interview with Liza Featherstone, author of Selling Women Short: The Landmark Battle for Workers' Rights at Wal-Mart.

That statistic makes astounding reading, so much so that you have to wonder at its veracity. But it's accompanied in the magazine by a chart that shows why it may indeed be true. Wal-Mart's annual sales are bigger than the GDP of Sweden, Denmark, Ireland and Israel. Can it ever be healthy for any one retail company to wield such financial power?

Stay Free! started as a music fanzine in North Carolina over a decade ago. In recent years it's morphed into a more political mag, less along partly lines than as a general attempt to report on the unscrupolous activities of major corporations. The latest issue shifts focus again, concentrating mainly on editor Carrie McLaren's current neighborhood of Brooklyn. I'm pleased to Carrie has a sense of humor such as is lacking from some of the other political manifestos that dominate the local coffee shops; check out the spoof cover of the fictional American Gentrifier on the back of the magazine; I print the cover to the current Park Slope Reader to show that it's not far off the mark.

One of these images is satirizing the neighborhood...

...And one of them is saturating it....

The female cover star of American Gentrifier, incidentally, is our Campbell's adopted Auntie, Jeanne: what nine-year old would NOT want a neighbor who works at Lego? (Especially one as nice and generous as her.) However, Jeanne is no longer our neighbour; fed up with high rents, she moved to a cheaper neighborhood: Manhattan, I kid you not. (Love may have had something to do with it: the man in the picture is most certainly not her partner.) Stay Free! has a good number of other quality features – it takes a trip down the Gowanus Canal, checks out the arrival of the kids' entertainment franchise Chuck E. Cheese at the new Atlantic Terminal, runs a story on corporate America's fascination with 'cost-benefit analysis', and allows a Hoboken resident to sing the positive praises of Jersey over Brooklyn. If you see it around, pick up a copy. It will make a change from the endles puff reviews of all the new houseware stores on the Avenue.



I'm going to keep running daily reviews of albums over the next week or two; it takes me all month to get a whole Hitlist together, by which point it probably takes you all a whole week to read it. I do like pairing albums up alongside each other though, as I did on Friday. In the last couple of weeks, for example, I received advance American copies of albums already out in the UK: former Stone Roses frontman Ian Brown's Solarized, and former James front man Tim Booth's Bone. Both albums are on the Koch label, which obviously has more faith in formerly baggy front men than do the American majors. Both albums are good. Very good. Sadly, I received Solarized one day too late to play its most exuberant cut, 'Kiss Ya Lips' at the last Step On. Still, there's always next month. (And only next month.) Both Booth and Brown's albums have been held back until the New Year when, traditionally, there's more space in the marketplace for those less than household names.


Also on hold until 2005: the new Chemical Brothers album, Push The Button. I was fortunate enough to receive an advance copy already and while I'm not allowed to review it as yet, I'm happy to report my initial enthusiasm. It's been a tough year or more for dance music, with disappointing releases from former mainstays like Fatboy Slim, The Prodigy and Orbital, and few new acts emerging from their shadows to pick up the slack. Instead, with sales heading rapidly south, labels have closed up, groups have disbanded and even here in New York, long considered a capital of the genre, record stores have shuttered shop. The latest casualty is Sonic Groove, long the headquarters for the City's techno scene. It will be missed – by those who still frequented the place. Fortunately, the Chemical Brothers is not the only new album to prove there's still life in the scene; I'll try and review some of the others over the course of this week.



It must have been a good weekend to watch Match of The Day. Spurs 4, Arsenal 5. Fulham 1, Chelsea 4. And, sadly, thanks to a last-minute penalty in their favor, Liverpool 3, Palace 2. Just a few weeks after reports of dipping attendances amidst a growing frustration that only two or three teams are in competition for the title, the League Table reads less like the usual Premiership list of most wealthy clubs and more like a 1st Division rundown from the 70s: Chelsea, Arsenal, Everton, Middlesborough, Bolton, Aston Villa. Admittedly, only the top two are in likely competition for the title but at least the others, rarely among the glamour teams in recent years, know they have a chance for European glory on their hands.


2004 MUSINGS
NOV 1-7: The Futureheads live, The Election, Bono Vox, Step On, The Marathon,
OCT 25-31: John Peel tribute, Park Slope update, Expat Commentators for Kerry, The Libertines/Golden Republic/Sondre Lerche/VHS Or Beta/Concretes live
OCT 18-24: R.E.M., Kevin Tihista, Brian Wilson, Atomique. Anglo-American Angle, Jon Stewart,
OCT 11-17: Fiery Furnaces, Green Day, Bowling For Soup, Paul Weller, The Go! Team, Fatboy Slim, New York Wines and Dines, Dick Is A Killer,
OCT 4-10: Best of Best Of New York, Keep iJamming! Thriving, WebFriends, October Hitlist
SEP 26-OCT 3: This Sporting Life Parts 1 & 2 (football and Olympics), Full Court Music Press, Rudi, The Clash, Apocalypse
SEP 19-25: The Zutons/Thrills live, Brian Clough RIP, Iraq, Hunting, Virgin Trains, Punk Voters, Step On Steps Down
SEP 17: The V Festival Review: Pixies, Charlatans, Scissor Sisters, Fountains Of Wayne. Basement Jaxx, Audio Bullys, Freestyler, The Killers, Pink - and camp cameraderie.
SEP 12-16: Johnny Ramone, Village Voice vs. New York Press, Love Parades
SEP 11: Absolute Affirmation: A New York Hitlist.
SEP 3-10: The Futureheads live, The Good News, Step Off, No Sleep Till Brooklyn
AUG 23-SEP 2: No postings: On summer holiday.
AUG 16-22: 33 Notes on 45 Bands: Little Steven's International Underground Garage Festival
AUG 9-15: Step On, The Summer Hitlist
AUG 2-8: Crystal Palace are shirt, Crazy Legs are back, The British are Rapping, Losers Lounge, Step On
JULY 26-AUG 1: Farewell to Orbital, the Nike RunHitWonder, Pere Ubu in the Park, Devo, Dave Wakeling, Berger & Wyse
JULY 19-25: Live reviews: Mission Of Burma/Electric Six/The Fever/Van Hunt/Brazilian Girls/Apollo Heights/L Maestro; Crime Watch, Book Watch, TV Watch, Booze Watch
JULY 12-18: Jeff Mills' Exhibitionist DVD review, Midweek W(h)ines, Los Pleneros de la 21/Kékélé live, The Homosexuals,
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,

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STELLASTARR*
Live at Tiswas
Live at Bowery Ballroom
Live at Mercury Lounge
Live on the Hudson River
With Joe Strummer
Stellastarr* album review

SUICIDE GIRLS just wanna have fun

FEATURED WINE:
DOMAINE ROGER PERRIN
CHÂTEAUNEUF DU PAPE 2001
Rhône, France,

THE FEBRUARY HITLIST:
Ten That Got Away

NEW YORK W(H)INES Part 2

THE BEST OF 2003
Tony's Top Tens

FEATURED WINE REGION:
CÔTES DU RHÔNE-VILLAGES
updated and re-designed

The DECEMBER HITLIST
Bruce, Bowie, Iggy, Joe and Jodie...

From the Jamming! Archives
TONY PARSONS on BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN, 1984

THE IJAMMING! HITLIST:
Global Techtronica

THE DECEMBER HITLIST Part 2
TRIPPED OUT BRITS: Nine albums of vaguely psychedelic bliss

FEATURED ALBUM:
Eargasm by Plump DJs

FEATURED WINE:
Paul Durdilly Les Grandes Coasses Beaujolais Nouveau 2003

THE DECEMBER HITLIST Part 1
BRITISH DANCE MUSIC:
Down But Not Out

THE OTHER NEW YORK MARATHON: 10 Live Reviews from the CMJ Music Marathon, October 2003

THE OCTOBER HITLIST:
Albums from UK, USA, Canada, Australia, Iceland, Denmark, New York and New Jersey.

NEW YORK W(H)INES:
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

DANCING IN THE DARK:
Bruce Springsteen at Shea Stadium

The biggest night out that you'll ever have in." Jockey Slut
"Hedonism will have you gripped from start to finish, guaranteed." International DJ


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