Some weeks ago I pointed out that Avril Lavigne’s lyrics were crap. Today she claims that was because she was eating crap.

Sixty years after World War II, the continent is united in its dislike of the British.

One of the top Google hits that brings people to PooterGeek is “Hello Mudder, Hello Fadder“. Ron Nilson posted a new comment to the relevant PooterGeek entry yesterday asking what classical piece Alan Sherman’s novelty record was based on. My dad provided the answer. It’s Ponchielli’s “Dance of the Hours” from La Gioconda. And I […]

First, if you are a musician with a few hundred dollars in your pocket and a desire to make music on your computer, buy Sonar. There is a good reason why it’s the US’s most popular PC-based music sequencing/recording package. Although it runs under Windows, with all the horrible tinkering that implies, once set up, […]

In Britain, two small blonde women from the colonies imitate pole dancers in a fight to sell the most CDs to impressionable children in a week.

Things are so bad with British popular music that even my dad has noticed. He watched The Brits and actually took the time on the phone to point it out to me. This article in The Times [sorry, you foreigners will need a subscription] points it out too, ironically by harking back to the days […]

Letting “artists” decide what kind of music they should release is usually very foolish indeed. I’m glad even music journalists are starting to realise it.

Sorry about the infrequent ‘Blogging. Richard has sent me some vocal-less tracks to write stuff for and I’ve been slaving over a hot music computer for the past few days. We have a track [warning: big download! long intro!] coming out on this compilation album at the end of the month. Hop over there and […]

Don’t forget to tune into Radio 3 on Friday for a live orchestral performance of John Cage’s 4′ 33″, originally composed for piano.

As I have ranted about before, Radio 1 is a post-apocalyptic media wasteland, where Smashie and Nicey rule, albeit reincarnated as a single DJ, the intellectually challenged pub bore Chris Moyles. In the late 80s the S’n’N satirical duo characterized Radio 1 as an out-of-touch musical outlet, trapped in a loop of mid-Atlantic soft rock. […]

09:40: first hearing of Bing Crosby’s White Christmas 10:55: second hearing of same 11:10: first Nat King Cole of the day

Thanks to Neil Kumar and the power of the Web another old drumming band mate I haven’t heard from in years emailed me in the small hours. The band mate, Richard Willoughby, now owns The Coldroom, the studio we used to rehearse in. In the nineties some rather more successful bands worked there too. Now […]

First Robbie Williams really did declare that he wanted to retire within days of this post on PooterGeek. Now, after yesterday’s post, the Curse of PooterGeek strikes Britney. Don’t mess with The Poot, popsters.

Judith and other music lovers might be interested to know that Marcus at Harry’s Place is ‘Blogging his favourite Joni Mitchell records.

Tears for Fears are back! (Just because I own their “best of” album doesn’t make me a hypocrite. It’s my sister’s, okay?)

One of the many lovely things about my sister’s wedding a couple of years ago was her choice of turn* for the reception: a Beatles tribute band called the Beat-Alls, a bunch of East Midlanders who turn into moptops for the weekends, duplicating everything from the vintage instruments to the accents. And “Paul” learned to […]

This year more Americans wanted to watch tall black people bounce a ball than wanted to watch short blonde people snog.

I’ve pulled the Monotreme reviews and associated debate. PooterGeek has, surreally, already become Google’s 12th highest hit for “K*** vs O******”. As previous experience has shown, it would be number 1 within a week. No one deserves that—even R** P***** V**********. (The title of this post is the beginning of the Alexander Pope quotation in […]

My first photographic commission: everybody enjoyed an amazingly hot, steamy, dazzling evening of “Afro Cubism”, dancing at Club Afrika to Martin’s band last night. Half the Campus seemed to be there, and, once again, his posse had somehow managed to gather together all the brown people in Cambridge in one room. Sadly these were probably […]

Yesterday evening, driving back from Marlborough, I listened to Robbie Williams’ last night at Knebworth, live on Radio 1. As I passed the venue itself I reflected that a third of a million Brits schlepping out to some old pile to listen to the King of Pastiche Rock was the lowest point in UK popular […]

I browsed Amazon.co.uk today, thinking of picking up the This is Spinal Tap DVD, and I noticed two interesting things about the page for the This is Spinal Tap CD. First: the famously “blacker than black” album cover can be clicked on for a larger version. (Yes, but is it art?) Second: if you scroll […]

Sainsbury’s took back the CD and gave me ,A#(B10 against the original ,A#(B9.99 price. I didn’t even get a chance to express righteous outrage at the customer services counter. Why must I be so understood?

I picked up two cheap CDs at Sainsbury’s this evening. I bought Evanescence‘s Fallen on the strength of the single, currently being given away as an MP3 at MP3.com. Giving it away has not prevented it from lodging at number one in the UK charts for four weeks. All publishers of all content take note. […]

God Forbid are a five-piece heavy metal band from Connecticut, USA. They have a token white member, but otherwise bring a new meaning to the phrase “black music”. Christ-on-a-bike, they’re extreme, but they can obviously play. Despite their technical competence I stopped listening to their free MP3s when one of my fillings was shaken loose.