For Gary Deep

We are gathered in a room lined with arches of red brick. Beams of light pattern the floor – blue, red, green. Music floods the air, our ears, our hearts.

But we are not in Wire. We are not dancing. Read more...

Goodbye, Mint Club

I need to stop going to gigs on acid.

Well, I don’t, because it’s brilliant, but I probably should when I intend to review them objectively because it makes everything sound so completely different. Tunes sound four dimensional. Mixing on … Read more...

Space Ritual

“People are strange when you’re a stranger”, said some bloke somewhere sometime.

And he was right; people are indeed strange, though I’d argue that the less of a stranger someone becomes to you, the stranger to you they become (if … Read more...