It's all gone wrong

Words won't do.

Megauptoad

I guess it was only a matter of time afore I scored one of those humorous Megaupload acronyms.

In my case, it was NME. That bastion of god-awful music 'journalism', where every other band sounds like Joy Division crossed with My Bloody Valentine. NME copy is the print equivalent of brains for zombies and its feckless readers devour its record label friendly words with similar fervour.

That reminds me - I must renew my subscription.

There's a whole world of music out their to be discovered: don't the those twats at NME be your tour guide. Your life'll be richer!

Has it really been blah months? I have been neglectful, to say the least!

I had to stop playing with this image of Das Mikester, as I was in danger of losing it.

The "sonic rape" (copyright Shendor on that one) of last night's My Bloody Valentine gig has left my head fragile and my right ear hissing. It was a great gig, good to see the band hasn't lost any of its raw power and that our nanny state hasn't yet had the chance to clamp out on dB levels at such gigs (although any will swing that it'll be MBV and the post-gig aurally crippled seeking retribution!).