Mark Beaumont

A Lovenote To Reading And Leeds, The Festival Season’s End-Of-Days

Patrick Wolf throws the mother of all hissy fits onstage at C/O Pop Festival in Cologne, lobbing chairs and mics at the crew, presumably...

It’s Tawdry And Brutal – So How Come I Can’t Get Enough Of The Eminem/Mariah Feud?

“Listen girly, surely you don’t want me to talk about how I nutted early because I ejaculated prematurely and bust all over your belly...

Insurance For The Kill – How Musicians Put A Value On Their Assets

According to the Daily Star, this week’s NME cover star, La Roux’s Elly Jackson, is considering getting her quiff insured. “Imagine if someone cut...

‘Hallelujah’ Has Been Ruined – Leonard Cohen Might As Well Have Shot Our Favourite Pet

So last week ‘Laughing’ Leonard Cohen complained that his most famous song has become over-performed. And he’s right: I hate ‘Hallelujah’ now. It’s mawkish,...

Why Noel Gallagher Is Wrong About Politics In Rock

Having written in favour of rock stars opening up on political issues in the interest of opening up discussion among the supposedly ‘apathetic generation’,...

Music For The People? Why Fans Should Never Dictate What Bands Play

What would you like us to play?” said Kim Deal, eyeing me inquisitively, pen hovering over a scrap of paper. Instantly, the art gallery...

The Shock Of The Unlikening – Why Bands’ Second Albums Have Suddenly Become Exciting

The Rumble Strips have turned into the lavish bastard love-sprog of Jacques Brel and Elvis Costello. The Reverend has become a mariachi shaman of...

Steven Wells – Less A Journalist, More A Torch To The Face

Last weekend, word spread across the Glastonbury site like a brush fire through the Hollywood Hills; an absurd, far-fetched conflagration of superstardom and tragedy....

Share Your Glastonbury Epiphanies

Work, narcotics, typhoons or ill judgement: for one reason or another I’ve always had a knack of missing the ‘legendary’ Glastonbury performances. When Primal...

Glastonbury Is More Than A Festival – It’s One Of Life’s Magic Markers

Work, narcotics, typhoons or ill judgement: for one reason or another I’ve always had a knack of missing the ‘legendary’ Glastonbury performances. When Primal...
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