Nite Songs

One of the best things about running your own music webzine is when you get positive feedback. It's always nice when bands get in touch to say "hey, thanks for covering our music on your blog" or readers feel moved enough to write in and say they enjoy my deranged scribblings. It genuinely makes you feel that you're doing something worthwhile and feel just that little bit better about life. I mainly say this because I know that this one-off feature we're running on Nite Songs  for the next week is probably going to upset some people. Doing a Worst Albums Ever article is always a risky business because, in the words of a musician friend of mine from back in the days when I used to write for Leeds Music Scene, "Opinions are like arseholes. Everybody's got one. And most people's are full of shit." If anything here over the next week offends you, please bear in mind that this is just my take on things - I'm fully aware that there may be some peop...

  So here's a bit of a special feature in the Sounds From The Junkshop series. While writing the first twenty or so entries in the series, it's often occurred to me while retracing the musical steps of my youth that there were a few bands who were deserving of an honorary mention in these flashbacks but hadn't really imprinted themselves on my music taste sufficiently to really warrant a full SFTJ all to themselves. From bands who sort of played around the edge of being in my favourites to ones who put out one absolute blinder of a single only to disappear soon afterwards to those who reeled me in with a decent song only for their album to put me off, these occasional SFTJ round-ups are designed to just fill in a few gaps in the story of my musical journey for anyone who's interested. As we're now well into the Britpop era with the regular SFTJ lookbacks, it sort of made sense to do a look back at those bands who briefly threatened to become favourites of mine in my...