Breakfast in Fur
The creative juices can flow at the worst times – I’ve irked many a neighbour at 3 in the morning perfecting a few bars of music. Maybe it’s the rush of adrenaline from the fear that an irate pyjama clad person may knock on my door and shoot my face off that can make late...
Through the Peephole
Anyone got a ticket to Brooklyn? I need to go. I can’t take it anymore. I have to find out how so much good music can come from one place. Here is yet another great group from the Big Apple. I peeped Peephole through Bell’s MySpace. Glad I did. Their main man is called Kent...
Proof Echinacea Works!
My name is Rylan and I’ve been a homeopath for the past 24 years. Great. But how many songs are there about homeopathy? As far as I can tell, only one. It’s by Bell. Olga Bell, born in Russia, raised in Alaska and now living in Brooklyn, has vocal and musical qualities that instantly remind...
Grizzlies in Brooklyn
Is Brooklyn going to be the Brit School of America? Are we going to get bored? Not if you compare Vampire Weekend, MGMT or Beirut with Leona Lewis, The Feeling or The bloody Kooks. Its all gone topsy-turvy. Brooklyn is producing great British music. The Brit School is churning out American dross. They sound like...
