fink

It was the message we'd been waiting for. There'd been talk of Flood - one of the few contemporary producers for whom the word "legendary" isn't an exaggeration - taking on the new Fink album for some months, but it was a cold February afternoon when my phone finally beeped with the confirmation.
It started with a daydream. It might have been while doing something particularly boring, like filing my tax return, or driving
What do you do when you're a quirky, post-punky guitar band who once upon a time sold out Alexandra Palace? What do you do
In the bizarre couple of days immediately following the US election a predictably large amount of codswallop was spouted
This time last year, I wrote in these very pages that my desire for music in 2016 was for "something that confuses the shit
In 1994, the rock band dEUS released Suds & Soda, a debut single suggesting a drunken fantasy jam between the Beastie Boys
It's a strange beast, songwriting. Such a delicate balancing act of sounds you personally wish to hear, things you think
Hearing a few decent tunes never fails to calm me down, keep me sane, reassure me that - in the words of The Killers - everything will be all right. So I made a playlist. Each tune on the playlist is from a different EU country.
In Simon Reynolds' splendidly comprehensive discussion of pop culture's obsession with its own backstory Retromania, he states that "every generation as it ages will want to see its musical youth mythologised and memorialised." Looking at the eras currently being eagerly painted with the nostalgia brush, one decides Reynolds can only be right.
2016 is beginning to look amazingly like 1980. Are we, then, about to embark on a new 80s? Survivors have wildly contrasting views of that decade, but if there's a generally accepted rule, it's this: if you had money, you had a whale of a time. If you didn't, you didn't.