For a Pitchfork cover story, I spent a day in Reykjavík with Björk, who chaotically drove me to her mountain cabin in a white Land Rover. We spoke about volcanos, mothers, funerals and divorces, and how, in a way, it all comes down to mushrooms
Arctic Monkeys have had one of the most bizarre and brilliant trajectories of any modern pop band. In New York for the Guardian, I spoke to the surprisingly affable, charmingly inarticulate Alex Turner about how that came to be
For
@Pitchfork
’s Sunday Review, I wrote about Scott Walker’s Tilt: an audacious, sadistically cryptic psychosexual opus. I want to persuade you that—as well as all that—it’s an album you can love
I’d love to have the “Ultra Mono is good, actually” take. Unfortunately it’s 45 minutes of a grown man pelting footballs into an open goal and extravagantly practising his celebrations
When I was 10 my mum blacklisted my most wanted album, Original Pirate Material, causing me to perish. The near-stranger who stepped in to save me is still one of the puzzles of my life. I wrote about it, and her, here
For today’s F+M cover, I spoke to Four Tet about his wild ride and freewheeling integrity. Plus: Coachella, Country Riddim, Skrillex, Fred Againia, embracing the lads, reclaiming EDM, remixing Taylor Swift and doing it all for his daughter
New Arctic Monkeys is confusingly amazing. Wrote about Alex Turner’s reinvention as the lounge-lizard Borges with a Bad Seeds-do-Nite Flights band and an army of unreliable, unfeasibly entertaining narrators
At risk of being crass, that Q pays sensible money for features on e.g. Richard Dawson makes it a huge anomaly (if not unique) in this industry. You can afford to research, craft and burrow in a way that just doesn’t make sense on a £300 fee. Its loss would limit music journalism
Was fascinated and charmed by Caroline. We spoke about political optimism after Corbyn, the arc from skinny-jeaned to wide-leg indie, and the vaguely taboo Mumford influence on UK folk for this Rising profile
Scott Hutchison feature in this month’s Q, a remembrance of a man as generous in his life as his music.
@ScribePedersen
@witheredhand
and
@wwpj
shared sad, sweet, funny memories, which I’m grateful to have read
Spent a week irretrievably lost in the Office Culture album, which somehow rolls Blue Nile lavishness, Climate of Hunter creepiness and Orange Juice recklessness into one
Here it is, a polemic nobody asked for on why phones are bad for concerts. I believe the dopamine economy is encroaching on the cultural space and this is the hill I will die on!
Andy Gill was at or adjacent to the root of every post-70s musical position I’ve honestly aligned with. It’s possible that nothing I’ve really liked since would exist without him. This is really sad
For advice on how to avoid writing, ignore house style, draw out Pomodoro breaks, maintain a chaotic workspace, and procrastinate across weekends under a persistent cloud of dread, here is me chatting to
@writingroutine5
about my famous methods
Ludicrous, petty and pointlessly myopic of
@condenast
to bar laid-off staff from freelancing for its titles. These are some of the most brilliant minds in the game. The company should be doing backflips to keep them in work
#IStandWithCondeContracted
#P4KWired
Years ago Richard Dawson was awarded lifelong DLA for his eyesight, making a music career possible. When the Tories introduced PIPs—which Labour will scrap on day one—he was declared fit to work by an assessor who‘d been ordered to lower their weekly average. From Richard, in Q:
I wrote about Blur’s fourth act, their delirious relationship with the British media, the latest return of the 90s and Damon’s strange journey to their lovely, maybe too lovely new album
@LukeTurnerEsq
Surely not a repudiation of Vice for ‘sneering at the working class’ in the same pages that created the conditions for landfill indie by dismissing R&B, garage, pop, dubstep, grime, anything rave-adjacent and all other working-class music... except the Pigeon Detectives
Surely whether Boris and Arcuri had an affair is irrelevant now. She's admitted to having a close friendship with him. So the relevant issue is to what extent - if at all - that friendship was used to inappropriately promote Jamie xx’s “Gosh” on Pitchfork
In light of the eternal legend and karaoke machine inventor Shigeichi Negishi’s death, I wrote about the valour and folly of karaoke, “at its best a high-stakes spectacle where honour and ridiculousness collide”
She also drove back to the city and pelted said Land Rover the wrong way down a one-way street, the quicker to reach celebration champagne. A memory I will always cherish.
Was 19 when
@EmilyRoseMackay
assigned my first ever in-person interview - 48 hours on the View’s (mildly depraved) tourbus for NME. Mixed feelings since, naturally, but I do wonder who’d have the scope (and ludicrous faith) to offer those trials-by-fire to young writers today
Ice T thinks criticism is easy? Buddy, talk to me when you’re awake at 3am in a swivel chair determining the numerical score for a new Unknown Mortal Orchestra album
An honour to interview disco legend Tom Moulton about one of our favourite subjects: the enduring brilliance of Tom Moulton. At 80, he is still hilarious and still knocking out classics
DiS’s
@MrLukowski
&
@seaninsound
started giving me work when nobody on earth should have had to read it, then kept going until I’d checked off enough fuck ups and convoluted run-on sentences to be considered a music journalist. Cheers guys
Some recent Guardian reviews:
The scary and lovely Tim Hecker record
Dev Hynes’ UK premiere of classical stuff at the Barbican
Katie Gately’s haunted symphonies
Dan Hancox’s grime book is very good - fast, funny, politically astute, historically meticulous, sort of a manual for what music writing can and sometimes needs to be. Wrote a few words about it for our summer reading list
Took a look at the surprisingly huge industry devoted to transcribing song lyrics, in sometimes dodgy fashion. It’s a popular service that puts money in songwriters’ pockets, despite having a faint whiff of big-tech entitlement
Having filed some year-end lists last week, I am shocked and disgruntled to find Jenny Hval’s American Coffee was only my number 4. A gorgeous masterpiece, a genius yarn, some of her prettiest melodies ever and a deserving SOTY. We demand a recount
Delighted to have this in-the-weeds chat with Todd
@JournalismMusic
about writing, rewriting, unwriting etc, as well as Depeche Mode and the end of the world, for the always catnip Notes on Process series
I’m afraid it’s propaganda for the ballads. Complaints from Lift zealots, Cuttooth cultists and King of Limbs outriders will be handled by my secretary.
Barring any obscure oversights, this appears to be Norwich’s first BNM 🎉 We are lucky to have
@thelegofgrandma
and, at Pitchfork,
@meaghan_garvey
to review them
Forever in awe of Pitchfork’s art team (and here, photog Vidar Logi), who made this look amazing. Also grateful to the esteemed
@ryandombal
on the edit, along with
@amyhphillips
and
@senari
!
Matthew Herbert piece in the new Q - we talked about 9/11, his school bullies (who went on to join the Met) and the new album, a “fuck-you counter to the hyper-speed torrent of bullshit about Brexit.” It was fun!
Been waiting for a defining piece on the 50th anno of Hot Buttered Soul - the sexiest ever album not about sex, which spent 69 weeks on the chart from 1969 - and
@ejlordi
has it
Reading
@PhilipSherburne
review slippery electronic music almost exclusively in hyper-vivid metaphor, without once losing your mind’s eye or the thread of an argument, is truly a sight to behold
We’re proud to announce that the editorial staff of
@pitchfork
has formed a union with
@nyguild
. Say hello to
#p4kunion
!
Read our full statement here:
Finished this in a flash. Beauty of a debut on love, religion, music, wilderness, the psychedelic effects of each and - more than any box-ticky signifiers - the renunciation of binary logic. Only wish
@LukeTurnerEsq
had a vast catalogue I could now plunge into
Yes—also important to stress that the main reason writers of colour are so badly represented is not the need for help with pitching etc but that social codes are assessed at every level, particularly the entrance. Mentoring is one way to disperse authority. What else have we got?
Feel like
@alexjpollard
deserves a special shout out for just relentlessly hitting Indy group chat with smart and instant copy all weekend, watching seemingly everything while we all pottered around talking about foot massages we were never gonna get, a true legend
Corbyn will go but Corbynism remains our last chance at an actual centre-left alternative to ecofascism. Every increment of warming makes radicalism exponentially more likely; this manifesto will seem tame next time round. “Centre-left” neoliberalism just seems hopeless