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Say what you like about Johnny Borrell, but Christ, if he isn’t one hell of a lot more fascinating than any other pop buffoon out there right now. More than one person I know who has interviewed him describes the experience of looking into his...
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As understated as a state funeral and only slightly more fun, Razorlight’s return should seemingly be accompanied by the silhouette of Borrell at Meat Loaf’s piano as lyrics such as “she lives on dissolution row” cascade from his mouth...
Razorlight
Motorbikes, A-list girlfriends, spray-on genital-garotting trews, proclamations of own divinity… you what? Johnny Borrell makes records for a living? Crikey, we’d forgotten all about that. Lucky then that J-Bo kept this little corker up his...
Razorlight & Friends: The Forum, Kentish Town,...
We are gathered here this evening to mark an evil blight that has stained the conscience of mankind forever. A vicious crime against the dignity of the human spirit. In spite of all efforts to stamp it out, it continues to this very day. But...
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There’s a thin line between mouthy rock idol and spoilt brat, and it seems Bozza has tripped over it rather publicly with his recent in-band spat. Luckily this mournful little number is the indie equivalent of sitting in a room, breathing into a...
Razorlight: Exhibition Centre, Aberdeen,...
Earthquakes. Hurricanes. A discarded chessboard. Handwritten lyrics. A gaggle of pro-Kyoto Treaty banner wavers. A shelf-full of awards, including a brass Brat finger. A rehearsal studio slowly morphing from a trendily vacant shell into a...
Razorlight: ULU, London, Tuesday July 25
Sometimes, when people grow up and leave their scruffy punk roots behind them, they ditch the drainpipes and become suited-up wage-slaves. Other times, they set their sights a bit higher and produce epic, stadium-sized rock that would make Bono...
Razorlight: Razorlight
Everyone loves a party. Perhaps your idea of a night on the tiles is to pack your cheeks with pills like a narcotics hamster and gurn your way into oblivion. Or, possibly, your perfect bash is just to kick back and discuss the finer points of...
Various Artists: John Peel – A tribute
Of course, John Peel hasn’t really died. He’s like a pale, fuzzy-chinned and pot-bellied Tupac stomping through our consciousness, growing in stature and import every day. Dressed in green half-length shorts and lace-up boots, his wisdom and...
Razorlight : Manchester Apollo
It’s an affliction peculiar to us Brits that there’s nothing we love more than a loser. Whether it’s a shafting in an international football tournament or voting Tory (no really, some people still do), we virtually award mediocrity...
