Graham Coxon
Fast-forward four months to Blur’s Olympics gig in Hyde Park. Imagine the hordes of Stella’d-up lads “ woo-hoo ”-ing, the burger vans cooking up cheap meat and the people hollering for ‘Parklife’ outnumbering the quiet souls hoping for...
Graham Coxon - 'A+E'
Guitarists over 40 don’t have a great record for recapturing their teenage angst and fury with dignity. Once they hit middle-age, most of them sensibly embrace new avenues – see Jonny Greenwood’s reinvention as a Hollywood soundtracker...
Graham Coxon - 'Truth'
It’s destined to be overshadowed by some reunion dinner or other happening at The O2 next month, but nonetheless ‘Truth’, following Coxon’s acoustic 2009 outing ‘The Spinning Top’ with stoner-rock guitars and hammer-on-sheet-metal drum...
Album Review : Graham Coxon
Album review: At some point in early 2008, before the first reconciliation curry was scoffed and the concept of a new Blur gig ticket seemed as likely as Calvin Harris eating a Solero without Tweeting about it, Graham Coxon sat in his Camden...
Graham Coxon: Burnt To Bitz
“This is being taped tonight,” Graham Coxon informs us. He lets this sink in a moment, before adding sternly, “So tuck your shirts in!” Er, they can’t hear our shirts, Graham! It is important, though, that everyone sounds their best,...
Graham Coxon: Love Travels At Illegal Speeds
One of the most abiding memories of Britpop, more so than Noel quaffing champers with a fresh-faced Tony Blair and more so than Jarvis’ Jacko-baiting at the Brits, is Blur’s performance of ‘Country House’ on Top Of The Pops. They were the...
Graham Coxon: Standing On My Own Again
FACKIN’ ’ELLLL! I’d heard the Buzzcocks were back but STONE VER CROWS, GUV’NER! They’re back with bumfluff on their chops, their bollocks bulging with teen-rage super-semen and arteries pumping with speed! GA-DANG-DANGA-DANG-DANG!...
Graham Coxon: Fibbers, York: Monday January 16
“I’ve lost my fashion sense,” remarks our hero, totally unprovoked. He so obviously hasn’t. Looking cute as hell in a T-shirt with the letters C-H-E-R-Y-L pasted across the front, you could, in fact, argue that Graham Coxon’s style, and...
Coxon, Graham : Stoke Sugarmill
"How's Damon?" shouts the local village idiot before tonight's first song has even begun. There's always some chump on hand to throw Graham Coxon 's past back in his face, but although the line between him and the 'B' word is becoming more...
Coxon, Graham : Freakin' Out
Oh me oh my. Consider this a line in the sand, a casting down of the gauntlet, or maybe just the best flaming rock'n'roll record of the week, the month and almost certainly the year, unless one of you groovy fuckers has something spectacular...
