Garbage : Shut Your Mouth
This is not what we were promised. When Garbage first pitched up in the mid-'90s, they were primed to be a futurist techno-grunge steamroller, sleekly flattening everything in its path with unyieldingly marshall beats and purring guitars. No...
Garbage : Barcelona Razmatazz
Kids have been clustering outside Razzmatazz - a 2,500 capacity venue in the industrial district of Barcelona - all day, huddling in the meagre shade. As night falls, they get exactly what - and who - they came for. In tight white halter-top,...
Garbage : Bristol Colston Hall
Shirley Manson straps on a guitar for a brief solo jaunt and people cheer. She explains how Butch Vig gets jealous by this uncritical adulation, toiling away thanklessly behind his drums without comment, when all his frontsiren have to do is look...
Garbage : Breaking Up The Girl
In a world of sliding goalposts, where no-one can be sure of anything anymore – who really won 'Pop Idol'? Will drukqz still be illegal come summer? – at least Garbage have always been a constant. Their buffed AOR grunge, topped off by...
Garbage : Hamburg Grosse Freiheit 36
First off, let us snort through widened nostrils, paw the ground like priapic stallions and slap the back our necks with all like steam coming out of our collars. Because Shirley Manson is wearing a white vest with black braces and even blacker...
Garbage : Beautiful Garbage
"I think it's their 'London Calling'," Garbage 's press officer tells NME, helpfully comparing their third LP to the vibrant but vastly overrated third Clash LP. One man's genre-blurring moment of excess is another's, well, mess, and the...
Garbage : Androgyny
So Garbage return after 50 years with Shirley Manson looking a dead ringer fpr Anne Robinson and a song that sounds like the Pet Shop Boys ' 'What Have I Done To Deserve This?'. "Boys in the girls room," muses Shirley, "girls in the mens...
London Brixton Academy
Mad Ma Nature, given half a chance, will fill every ecological niche with mad variations on an already insane theme. And pop circa Space 1999 is living proof of this awesome Darwinian truth. Who needs smelly old heavy metal when we've got...
