LFC’S CHESTER STORE – BOLD COMMERCIAL VENTURE OR CYNICAL CASH COW?
GROWING up in North Wales, a trip to Chester of a Saturday afternoon was about as exciting as weeks got - at least weeks without the prospect of a trip to Anfield. Back in the mid 90s I had some favourite haunts which reflected my status as a particularly tragic form...
The crisis of the liberal as a schizophrenic Britain burns
ENGLAND is schizophrenic. There is one country on television, an End-of-Days-land, where swarms of black-hooded youths saunter from shop to shop, unchallenged, unabashed, looting, smashing, their destruction wanton and their authority absolute. This is England, broken...
Liverpool bands: Scouse, scally and stuck in the past?
SOME people have a crystal clear memory to call upon. They can pinpoint, to the day, even the hour, when significant milestones in their life took place. I can’t. So ask me what the first record I bought was and I don’t know. The first I can remember, actual vinyl,...
FEAR, SILENCE AND SHAME
SITTING in a room filled with darkness and the quiet crackle of the radio wondering where, when and what the next noise will be. Somewhere in the distance – or it could be closer - a cat screeches. A dash to the window, a quick search, a deep breath out. An oblivious...
The La’s
IT'S Thursday, July 21st, just before 10pm. I find myself above The Old Blue last in Shoreditch awaiting a hastily arranged gig by the man Noel Gallagher once described as the only contemporary songwriter who scares the shit out of him. Liam is also in attendance,...
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LFC’S CHESTER STORE – BOLD COMMERCIAL VENTURE OR CYNICAL CASH COW?
GROWING up in North Wales, a trip to Chester of a Saturday afternoon was about as exciting as weeks got - at least weeks without the prospect of a trip to Anfield. Back in the mid 90s I had some favourite haunts which reflected my status as a particularly tragic form...
The crisis of the liberal as a schizophrenic Britain burns
ENGLAND is schizophrenic. There is one country on television, an End-of-Days-land, where swarms of black-hooded youths saunter from shop to shop, unchallenged, unabashed, looting, smashing, their destruction wanton and their authority absolute. This is England, broken...
Liverpool bands: Scouse, scally and stuck in the past?
SOME people have a crystal clear memory to call upon. They can pinpoint, to the day, even the hour, when significant milestones in their life took place. I can’t. So ask me what the first record I bought was and I don’t know. The first I can remember, actual vinyl,...
FEAR, SILENCE AND SHAME
SITTING in a room filled with darkness and the quiet crackle of the radio wondering where, when and what the next noise will be. Somewhere in the distance – or it could be closer - a cat screeches. A dash to the window, a quick search, a deep breath out. An oblivious...
The La’s
IT'S Thursday, July 21st, just before 10pm. I find myself above The Old Blue last in Shoreditch awaiting a hastily arranged gig by the man Noel Gallagher once described as the only contemporary songwriter who scares the shit out of him. Liam is also in attendance,...