Today, folks, is a mighty fine day indeed: riot grrrl heroes Sleater-Kinney have returned. The punk-trio will [url=http://www.nme.com/news/sleater-kinney/80512]release their first studio album[/url] in 10 years next year, with 'No Cities To Love' set to arrive in January 2015. Even better: they'll also be heading out on the road for a series of live shows including a spate of UK shows. If you've never seen them live before, then this is your chance. Don't miss it.
Yes, it's actually going to happen. Noel Gallagher will be on Celebrity Gogglebox tonight. With Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell, no less. "I can reveal to the nation that I will be on Celebrity Gogglebox – I'm taping it tomorrow with my good friends who just happen to be supermodels Naomi [Campbell] and Kate [Moss]," Noel recently told BBC 6 Music's Steve Lamacq.
Listening to the Top 40 in my youth was important. Every Sunday afternoon I would faithfully load my blank cassette tape into my Hi-Fi, patiently wait for a song I liked and hit record with a military-like precision. It was an important music source for my beloved Walkman (and it became an early but paltry attempt at DJ-ing). It also secured me a certain level of cachet on the school bus. However, no matter how hard I tried, hitting stop at the perfect moment to ensure I avoided capturing the presenter’s voice on my tape was impossible.
Over the past year artists have been clamouring to one-up each other when it comes to inventive ways of releasing music. We've had U2's iTunes debacle, Wu Tang Clan's multi-million dollar, lone copy of 'Once Upon A Time In Shaolin', Beyonce's all-video album, Thom Yorke's Bittorrent record, Aphex Twin's deep web 'Syro' shenanigans and now comes perhaps the most thought-out and considered of them all; Foo Fighters' eighth, 'Sonic Highways'.
Nominated for induction in 2015, The Smiths are an ill fit for The Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame... The Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame: the place where the light finally goes out. It’s rock's House Of Lords, where ancient relics of the rock age are inducted once doctors have confirmed that their primary creative functions have shut down for good. To be inducted is less an honour, more an invitation to a never-ending whist drive at the rock’n’roll retirement village.