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A small ceilidh hall in the middle of a remote island. A bearded man, who has already seemingly hugged everyone in the room, materialises on stage to welcome us ahead of experimental electronica sound collagists Devonanon. "You're ours now. Forget about ferries, you're staying with us forever". The man is Johnny Lynch, of Pictish Trail,… Read more

It’s awful to think of people having fun without you, but it’s a lot easier to come to terms with if you’ve never met them before. London may be homogenising rapidly but still there thousands of overlapping scenes, clubs, cliques, and other loose groups of similar minded people. Every single one exists in direct defiance… Read more

I neglected to post an entry yesterday or Saturday. Let me relate some fragments of memory from these days. There was a partial eclipse on Friday. London was resolutely cloudy, as happens. I went outside and stared at the clouds at the eclipse’s fullest point. It got colder. The ducks on regents canal went about… Read more

Forever ago, I ran a club night with some friends. It was called London Loves. Last month, we brought it back, probably for one night only. We put together a fanzine to go with the night, which served to remind me how much I love fanzines, and left me with a vague desire to put… Read more