Dirty Pretty Things
Fuck Albion. With dark clouds gathering over Britain, knives glinting and kids dying in the streets, the idea has never seemed so idiotic. While Pete Doherty slumbers contentedly in his own navel, it’s time for his spiritual brother to take...
Snowbombing 2008
It might only take an hour and a half to get there by plane, but Mayrhofen is a mighty long way from home. When NME arrives at the ski resort – which doesn’t seem to have had a makeover since 1972 – the town is awash with dark tales of girls...
Dirty Pretty Things: Waterloo To Anywhere
W hat became of the dreams we had? Three and a half years on from the utopian idyll mapped out on ‘Up The Bracket’ and the rock landscape is unrecognisable. Sonic juggernauts Franz and the Kaisers thunder by en route to the Stadium...
Dirty Pretty Things: Bang Bang You’re Dead
What’s in a band name? On the surface, a perfectly serviceable rock monicker, combining filth and finery, grit and gorgeousness in The Stone Roses vein. But also the name of a film in which one of the central narrative twists involves a human...
Dirty Pretty Things: The Cockpit, Leeds: Friday...
If there is one thing that Babyshambles have taught us, it’s to think twice before making a king out of a Libertine. In 18 months the Arcadian dream has been tarnished by everyone from drug dealers and policemen to smut-peddling tabloid hacks,...
