Mortlake N.

Peacocking hi-fi porn from Oui magazine, 1977 - is it just me or is there something vaguely "off" about the band photograph, i.e. was Brian pasted in afterwards?

Random archive find: faded TDK FE90 containing the gruppe's December 1993 Middle Class Revolt session: M5, Behind The Counter, Reckoning, and Hey! Student. Taped off the radio in (it says here) January '94. Obsessive-compulsive felt-tip track-listing by Jackson Bollock. #FallFriday

Just arrived: an original unplayed copy of Brigandage's F.Y.M (don't ask) cassette and booklet, scored direct from the band's singer Michelle, to replace my old one that vanished sometime in the '90s - if it was you I lent it to you can keep it, punk.

Wat is muziek?

Gritty mid-1980s, photographer: Gabor Scott #Fallfriday

Black dog barking outside my yard.

This, now.

Bedroom Databank, aged 7 to 14.

Spine Führer of Prestwich. #FallFriday

The Old Man's Back Again.

All this country’s most important people lined up to declare that Boris Johnson was the man of the moment, the PM the country cried out for, when they were required to do it. Trust me: if these clowns are called on to salute Kemi as our disastrously online new fuhrer, they will do it obediently.

Facebook's retro-glancing algorithm tells me I first posted this 6 years ago. I am a rabbit from East Germany (but Only When I Laugh).

Chiles, provincial progeny of Lovecraft and M.R. James? Palpable M.E. Smith lyric potential. #FallFriday

The Fall's cover of this is obviously a corker, but the Big Bopper's original version is hard to beat. #FallFriday

You've got the power to generate fear, you've got the power to censor what is real. No. 95 in 1986 (on its third attempt) but Top 10 in my brain for weeks and weeks and weeks.

It's taken me a few weeks to click with this one - even by KV's usual drowsy standards it's pretty lackadaisical - but I'm on my 4th day of holiday, a bottle of cheapo red grog has been ceremoniously uncorked (er, unscrewed actually), & it's finally beginning to sound great... a slow burner obvs!

I found this old Pastels T-shirt in the back of the wardrobe a few days ago - mid '90s vintage apparently? I bought it at a gig but didn't wear it much at the time because it seemed huge and I felt like I was skulking around in a 1-berth tent. 30-ish years later I've "grown into it", shall we say?

New BBs (at last) and it sounds like a Vaporwave George Clinton played back on a sun-warped glove compartment C90. This is goods news obvs. Into the rainbow vein...

Wednesday Lowry.

I don't like Mondays.

Sunday Starter for 10.

The recession started in 1865. #FallFriday

The Return of the Space Cowboy.

Physician, heal thyself...

Wednesday Lowry.

Please dress in your best things this course was unplanned 'cause you see, up in my bedroom I've got Albert Riddle's hand.

Excellent new interview with the Greatest Living Englishman. Supporting goths, being bottled by French Hells Angels, meeting Harry H. Corbett, ignoring Bernie Rhodes, and caring for his 105-year-old dad - it's all in here!

I loved this show when I was a kid - being so young I didn't understand how daring ("bloke living with 2 single women", etc) it was considered at the time, it just looked like a lot of fun.

For #FallFriday - a trio of images I haven't seen before, taken by Brennan Cavanaugh for Magnet magazine in 2004 - the complete article is archived here: magnetmagazine.com/2004/06/15/t...

Today's chazza booty, £2. Released a quarter of a century ago, I finally got 'round to hearing this today. The 4-piece Dr. Byrds line-up races through a 50-minute set of string-bending cosmic country, much rowdier than their records of the period, often flying by the seats of their trews. Dead good!

Oh, Tuesday.

To celebrate the release of this/it hitting number on the Blackwell's bestseller chart, I'm giving away THREE signed copies of this to Bluesky users today. To enter just repost this and pop a reply below. #booksky

More garfong, monsieur? More cowbell, madam?

Clandestine speed operation: Lou, off to the library in his leather trews, 1968 or thereabouts.

Wednesday Lowry.

How's your morning so far?

Beautiful Lynsey. She was my first crush, aged 5 or 6, when I was still too young to know what a crush was. I still love this single as much as "Virginia Plain", "Starman", or "Metal Guru" from the same year (1972). Don't mention the Coco Pop.

Hardcore Sunday morning listening! Lots of laughs here and is it just me or is Henry starting to sound a little bit like Narduwar?

The Heil up to its old tricks again... it's almost enough to make you feel sorry for Prince Harry.

#FallFriday My first ever sighting of Das Gruppe - Grotesque-era song-words printed in Smash Hits, December 1980:

Wednesday Lowry.

1. UK water companies lose around 2.9 billion litres of water every single day through leaks in their pipes & distribution networks. 2. This daily loss is equivalent to roughly 1,200 Olympic-sized swimming pools, i.e. 5 times greater than the water saved by a network-wide hosepipe ban. 3. F*ckers.

There was a big stack of old Omni mags at one of the antique/junk shops here yesterday, and I've been thinking about them all night. They weren't cheap (a fiver each) but I reckon I could hammer out a deal if I bought the lot? Such a strange mag, and so rarely spotted out 'n' about nowadays...

Sandy sings Buddy.

Legends of gold I've tried to hold in the grey half-light of the hallway at night.

Wednesday Lowry.