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My alcohol-free hell: confessions of a gig-goer who failed to make it to the bar

Hamer are ready for lift-off

Pretty McVicious

Why my classical records sulked, and what happened to them afterwards ...

Rock music - no country for old men

Wasp on sax

Some strange noise

Too Shy To Rap!

FAC 000000.0 - the price of a cedilla

We are the flies

Penis Envy x2; or why David Bowie made me give up Crass

Plastic records in plastic sleeves - a plastic punk writes

History is punk: my Buzzcocks poster is not for sale

Anarchy on Oxford Street: Donnie Delinquent hits town

Selfie with sound

The Rebel: in support of arachnids, against the rest

Dada fast: George Bernard Shaw whistles through Handel ...

I'm a much better guitar than the black one

Dread at the controls

You only see me for the PiL hoodie I wear

Harry Caul on the saxophone

The sound of a violin in a dark shed

Made you a moron

All that crashing is making me ITCH

The Chicago B.L.U.E.S.

No Men, no definition

Never mind Can, what about the can-can?

Dumb Vision, dumb fandom

Kraftwerk meet rockers uptown

2 Much REM Cult

Field notes from an indie lepidopterologist

Ceci n'est pas un guitare

Only pinheads wear pin badges

Confessions of a born-again vinyl junkie

The Fall familiarity factor

Disposable heroes of musical hypocrisy

We've got repetition in our music and we're never gonna lose it ...

Loser lost in music

Basquiat's blurry blues

EN on the mic