At last, Popdin finally has the chance to do something good, after many years of doing so much wrong.
We have been asked to help judge this year's Dead Albatross Prize
. If you haven't heard of it, the prize is an alternative to the Mercury Prize
and the albums chosen are particularly fucking alternative.
Here are the 2014 nominees:
Tobacco's Ultima II Massage is the sound the portable television that sits at the end of your bed makes when you're asleep.
At 4am when you're in your deepest dreamless state, the little black box pulsates into life. Brimming with all the very worst that late night cable television can offer...
Obscure 70s shlock horror,...
Some albums we missed because we weren't paying attention. Some albums got lost in a mountainous pile of new releases one particularly busy week. Other albums I simply enjoyed for months and shamefully only now have realised I forgot to write a review for it. Welcome to the third of many 'fantastic albums I totally forgot to review this year'...
were nominated for a Mercury Prize
last week and it certainly stands out from the shortlist as being not a pile of wank.*
Who will join the hallowed ranks of M People, Roni Size, Gomez, Badly Drawn Boy and Speech Debelle by having their career brutally cut short with a win at this year's Mercury Prize?
Here are the nominees with links to their respective reviews...
The idea of releasing a collection of poetry I wrote seven years ago to the general public fills me with horror. Not just for the embarrassment at my obvious lack of skill and over reliance on T-Pain lyrics but mainly because you don't need to hear about my unrequited crush on Veronica Mars.
Luckily for you, Karen O's tossed off noodlings about her own various romantic traumas are much better than mine.
I have a day-job as a writer for a digital publisher. I'm saying this for complete transparency. Much of my day is spent writing best practice guides for running a WordPress site or beginner's guides to bullshit corporate speak or compiling semi-ironic round-ups full of Gifs, Supercut videos and other bits of distracting tat.
It's a job I'm lucky to have, particularly as the blog operates 'church and state' from the more commercial end of the business; I'm encouraged to write independently, with my own opinions and my own sense of humour. Although I'm not allowed to use semi-colons as I normally get them wrong.
The title of El Pintor is actually an anagram of Tinerpol. The abbreviation for the Tintwistle Police Organisation, one of Interpol’s very favourite intergovernmental organisations facilitating police cooperation. Clever huh.
Karen O releases her debut solo album Crush Songs on Monday, but you can listen to it right now thanks to The Guardian. It's full of scuzzy lo-fi loveliness and will perfectly soundtrack this weekend where all your friends have fucked off to Bestival without you. [sig]...
There, that’s my favourite headline I’ve ever written. I might have left it at that, if I wasn’t so flabbergasted* that it’s taken a decade for Disney to decide that NOW is finally time to sue the Canadian dance music producer for flagrant copyright infringement.
Some albums we missed because we weren't paying attention. Some albums got lost in a mountainous pile of new releases one particularly busy week. Other albums I simply enjoyed for months and shamefully only now have realised I forgot to write a review for it. Welcome to the second of many 'fantastic albums I totally forgot to review this year'...
is The Antlers third album and it's by far their best. Maybe it's the horns. In fact it's definitely the horns. They add an incredibly elegiac, moodiness to an already beautiful album.