Nearly thirty years back Matthew Sweet formed the short-lived Commuity Trolls with REM’s Michael Stipe. Two decades ago his third album, Girlfriend, set a rarely bettered benchmark for jangly guitar power-pop craftsmanship. Sweet’s striven in its shadow since, to slowly diminishing returns, like some latter-day Brian Wilson, pursuing phantom pop perfection in a sandpit full…
In 1988, Savage Pencil’s superb compilation Angel Dust alerted collector nerds to hidden caches of Biker Movie Soundtrack albums, and battered copies of Satan’s Sadists, The Wild Angels, and Hell’s Angels on Wheels, bristling with gasoline surf guitars and hack psychedelic travelogue tunes, were swiftly snaffled. The 1971 lycanthropy-biker flick Werewolves On Wheels lack an…
If someone invited you to a two- hour stand-up routine by an ultra post-modern comedian, so sophisticated that he satirises himself, his audience and all the big names on the circuit, you might pass and ask to see a panto instead. But Stewart Lee’s humour is the opposite of pretentious. Sure, his new show, Carpet…
Stewart Lee is probably the cleverest comedian working in Britain, and his past few shows have moved increasingly into what might be called anti-comedy, both in the sense of taking a well-aimed swipe at TV’s narrow, unambitious definition of stand-up, and in that he delights in pushing the form until it strains at the seams.…