On immigration, the language of genocide has entered the mainstream

Oliver Sacks: Spalding Gray's Catastrophe

Frankie Boyle: Britain’s criminally stupid attitudes to race and immigration are beyond parody

Albert Ayler - Spiritual Unity

Elmo Hope was at the piano, with his trio, on an elevated stage. I sat and listened to them. Several minutes later, a small man in a gray leather suit, holding a large saxophone, brushed by me and jumped up on the stage. He had a black beard with a little patch of white in it. He was not introduced and, ignoring the trio, he began to blow his horn. The other musicians stopped and looked at him. No words were exchanged. Elmo Hope quietly closed his piano, the bass player parked his bass, the drummer put his sticks down, and they all sat back to listen. He was playing solo, and he kept right on playing for twenty to thirty minutes, just a burst of music. It seemed like a second; it was no time at all! Then he stopped and jumped down from the platform, covered with sweat. I approached him and said, “Your music is beautiful. I’m starting a record label, and I’d like you to be my first artist.” And a small voice in the back of my head said, “Oh, you are, are you?”

Bernard Stollman

Bernard Stollman R.I.P.

A man responsible for the release of one of my desert island discs

Star Spangled Banana - Nag Nag Nag

Star Spangled Banana was Aslan Kastanetz, Bob Katz, Midi Hi-Fye, Klaus Action & McGill.
Produced by Joe Mckechnie
Out on a 7" single on Agitated Records for Record Shop Day, 19th April 2014
Free download for RSD 2015

Loscil - Live @Fluister NL (31/3/13)

'Fully Jointed'

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Roger Robinson - Ashes To Fire

Coming soon on Jahtari the album 'Dis Side Ah Town' produced and written by Roger Robinson and Disrupt

The story of The Slits' 'New Town'

With Dennis Bovell and Viv Albertine

Mingiedi Mawangu R.I.P.

Mingiedi Mawangu passed away last night (15/4), in Kinshasa. He was 85. He founded Konono No.1 in the 1960s and invented his own electrified likembe, which gave Konono No.1 its distinctive sound. He led the band and toured with them until a few years ago.
He will be dearly missed by his son Augustin and the rest of the band. The funeral will take place next week
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'I had a moment of unexpected compassion for him'

Chunky Mark visits Adrian's house

Test Pressing meets Adrian Sherwood

Growing up in 90s Russia

Coming October 6th

M Train is a journey through eighteen “stations.” It begins in the tiny Greenwich Village café where Smith goes every morning for black coffee, ruminates on the world as it is and the world as it was, and writes in her notebook. We then travel, through prose that shifts fluidly between dreams and reality, past and present, across a landscape of creative aspirations and inspirations: from Frida Kahlo’s Casa Azul in Mexico, to a meeting of an Arctic explorer’s society in Berlin; from the ramshackle seaside bungalow in New York’s Far Rockaway that Smith buys just before Hurricane Sandy hits, to the graves of Genet, Plath, Rimbaud, and Mishima. Woven throughout are reflections on the writer’s craft and on artistic creation, alongside signature memories including her life in Michigan with her husband, guitarist Fred Sonic Smith, whose untimely death was an irremediable loss. For it is loss, as well as the consolation we might salvage from it, that lies at the heart of this exquisitely told memoir, one augmented by stunning black-and-white Polaroids taken by Smith herself