As most of you probably know, or could at least guess, I havenít been close to a piece of the music press for quite some time. It started years ago with not buying the NME or melody Maker, and then, after a spell of consuming Mixmag, DJ and other Ďdanceí mags, I gave up those too. A year or two of The Wire followed, which was entertaining if only for the fun of reading about strange names that made no connection to my life, and to be honest it didnít really expand my knowledge and taste base much at all. Instead, as always, it has been friends who have connected me to interesting sounds, new and old. Oh, that, and getting a few free things through the mail.

So you see, as a result of not reading the media, I really donít have a clue who is fashionable at the moment, who is so passť it hurts, and who is so bad they are good. I donít know what the latest genres are, and I donít care much either. Not that I ever did, but what the hell. So what follows is my middle of year summation of what Iíve heard, liked, loved and (maybe) loathed, in no particular order. Well thatís a lie because I have a pile of records here to wade through and Iíve already sorted them into an order that makes a sense to me, although whether that translates I really donít know and I really donít care. You can read that last little bit in the style of The Smiths if you care to, itís not obligatory. Like when I watched L.A. Confidential and there was that Veronica Lake lookalike, and every time I hear the name Veronica Lake I get that Go-Betweens line go racing through my head. You know, "we took a swim in Veronica lakeÖ".

Ahem, yeah, okay. On with the words about sounds.


DO THEY STILL CALL IT JUNGLE?

MOODY ROCKERS

AMERICANS IN EUROPE

EUROPE AT HOME

LIFE IN THE BUNGALOW

POP


©Alistair Fitchett. 1998.



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