As concern grows over what the corporate internet's flattening of time might be doing to our minds, a host of modern artists are using its own devices to resist the onslaught, slowing music and art and allowing time for its meaning to sink in. Ryan Diduck examines the significance of these 'com-lagged' works of art
As concern grows over what the corporate internet's flattening of time might be doing to our minds, a host of modern artists are using its own devices to resist the onslaught, slowing music and art and allowing time for its meaning to sink in. Ryan Diduck examines the significance of these 'com-lagged' works of art
Violent Femmes’ self-titled debut is one of the most essential American indie rock records of the early 80s, but it’s not the only album by the band you must have in your collection, argues Cal Cashin, as he re-examines its unfairly overlooked follow-up Hallowed Ground 40 years on
With Aidan Moffat's excellent new record with Bill Wells just out, we sent Daniel Dylan Wray up to Glasgow to meet the former Arab Strap man/Quietus sex columnist to discuss his top formative albums. And, with the help of beers, a record player and one powerful deployment of the phrase "get to utter fuck", here's what he picked