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It’s as random as Noel Fielding’s Twitter feed that the second the shot rings out across Epsom Racecourse to mark the end of the day’s races, the hardened gamblers, local…

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…

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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…

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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…

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…

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…

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.…

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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…

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