…what makes listening to James Yorkston holding forth so appealing is the fact that his doleful and acidic barbs are often aimed at himself or used to propel the story…
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Peter Broderick – These Walls of Mine
Broderick invites a lot of ridicule with this record; it’s his attempt at nailing that embarrassing personal revelation at a party. And in for disarming honesty and bloody mindedness, I applaud him.
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Incendiary go to Liverpool International Festival of Psychedelia
I’m also going to try and resist questioning exactly what the hell Palma Violets, NME wank-band of the week, are doing on this bill: we’ve seen them before and they’re about as psychedelic as tile grout.
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