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In his first diary for the Quietus, John Moore had a nasty accident with a pair of scissors and a shredder. Ever the artist, he didn't let this stop him making some fingerbob bongo. Pictures may appear work unsafe...
Former thirsty absinthe importer, Mary Chain drummer, Black Box Recorder guitarist and debonair man of letters Mr John Moore starts a new diary for the Quietus. In Part One, an altercation with a shredder leaves him rueing the fact that, all too often, the first cut is the deepest
"Grand" Mof Gimmers gives it to us straight - whitey is just too damn afraid of Lady Gaga... and would rather take refuge in fucked old codgers Reed, Osterberg Jr and Jones... but isn't that missing the fucking point?!
Profoundly depressed by a new poll which supposedly “reveals” the nation’s taste in rock riffs, Joel McIver – who is such a guitar geek that he wrote a book last year called The 100 Greatest Metal Guitarists – provides 20 far more interesting alternatives
The 00s have been a decade dominated by American indie imperialism. Much of the blame can be laid at the door of Britpop, but there are treasures from our own shores that have been cruelly ignored, argues Luke Turner
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