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Some more G Force clobber.

Or a denim waistcoat - cream, natch - in the traditional rough and ready G Force street style.

The label dates it from anytime between 1994 - 2004. It’s in bloody good nick as well.

A deal had to be done with the seller. I think he got the better of me, but y’know - BUY NOW whilst these vintage Nottingham retro pieces are still around.

That’s how I justify it, anyway.

It’s gone straight in the G Force section of the wardrobe.

Whaddya mean your non-OCD wardrobe organisation isn’t themed?

I doubt if I will wear it until mid-summer. Or even not at all. But that’s not really the point, is it?

Jase Wears G Force, etc.

“The ideology of Labourism – which holds that the Labour Party is the only route to any progressive change – has long kept British socialists shackled to a party that, for most of its history, and especially since its Blairite takeover, has worked tirelessly against their aims.”

#WhyNotJoinTheLabourParty, etc

Or Your Party.

Long-awaited Vuelta a España return to Canary Islands in 2026 cancelled due to alleged lack of clarity over Israel team

I cannot stress how much I absolutely adore The Auteurs debut. This has everything I want from a pop record: melodies, classic songwriting and a sharp wit.

It swings with ups and downs, never going for the safe middle ground. New Wave sucks you in with the promise of something joyous, and then leaves you thinking wtf was that?

Bands should have more cello players, although I doubt if Luke Haines agrees these days.

A strong contender for one of the best debut albums ever.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Chronixx has been keeping me rather happy over the past few days. The Exile album is a great example of the current shift back towards roots reggae.

Digi reggae seems to have nowhere else to go. The tech has transformed the genre, meaning it’s pushed the boundaries, and become a poor substitute for drum ‘n’ bass.

Meanwhile, roots remains timeless. Which is where Chronixx comes in.

Theres an unashamed attitude towards a revival on Exile. It’s an album that could quite easily have been released in 1976.

Family vibes feature strongly throughout. This is not a bravado record, but one that even has a neo soul feel to it in places.

The only criticism is that it is far too long. Seventeen tracks should have been slimmed down to nine.

Or even two standalone albums.

But Exile is a welcome return to a time when reggae was introspective, and not all about bragging rights.

I’m pretty obsessed with Tyler Ballgame right now. I’m always a sucker for a sob story, but not always a sob story sung by a falsetto voice.

I first saw Tyler on Later. With so little live music available on the telly these days, Later has become something of saviour when showcasing old and new.

And Tyler is a bit of both.

He makes no secret in drawing upon Roy Orbison in style. Plus there’s some low key funk riffs going off, bringing it all back up to date.

A little online digging, and Tyler Ballgame is an alter ego for Tyler Perry. He carries it well, self-referencing the character in his own songs.

Got a New Car is the stand out song so far. The vocals are high up on the scale, and so is the light touch Americana backing band.

He’s a man not afraid to refer back to the old craft of songwriting; he’s a man not afraid to to wear double denim - or even triple on a good day.

Signed to Rough Trade in the UK, there’s an album out soon-ish. I cant find a release date.

The sound of a man waving his willy in the air, and not giving it a shit.

We should all try this more often.

It’s relentless, from start to finish. The bass and drums pulsate with no let up. Iggy never was one for ballads.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐

‘Anarcho-Punk: Music in London 1977-1988’ – updated and expanded edition

Regent Street Will Close To Traffic This December, Becoming A ‘Festive Mile’

Good. Now take away the Christmas tat and make it permanent.

#OneLessCar etc.

Government shuts down “false” media claims roads to be narrowed to stop drivers overtaking cyclists, after tabloid “war on motorists” hysteria “misrepresents” latest road safety guidance

It’s relentless shutting down all this disinformation.

Design competition showcases four proposals to reinvent Clapham’s railway bridge

Wot No Wankerville?

Neil Young’s On The Beach.

Nice.

I wasn’t aware of this 1972 release until it was flagged up earlier this month on the 1,001 Albums list.

My broad rule of thumb with Neil Young is that you can’t go wrong, whatever the period.

Sure,, you’re going to get a change in styles over the decades, but at the base of it all, you’ll still find old Shakey, still looking for answers, and still giving shit to The Man.

On the Beach is part of Young’s ‘ditch’ period, apparently. The modern interweb tells me that he deliberately headed for the ditch, following the huge success of Heart of Gold.

Talk about a career car crash, etc.

The metaphor is even extended on the album front cover itself: Young is on the beach, on vacation and his Mustang is crashed into the sand.

DO YOU GET THIS?

But like I said - you can’t go wrong with Neil Young. He may have been trying go under the radar with On The Beach, but it’s more or less impossible for him to write a duff song.

Gosh, he’s very, very good, and over a considerable period of time as well.

There’s more to Slade than the singles suggest. Much of this album is good old boogie bar room riffs, with an English sense of humour. It’s bloody great fun.

But it’s not all one great big knees up. There’s a darkness to Slade, something that is rarely explored outside of the mainstream narrative.

The guitars get a little too heavy for my liking in areas. It almost strays deep into Led Zep territory. But what do you expect? It’s Slade, innit.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Zarah Sultana says Your Party must be ‘explicitly socialist’ and ‘embrace class war’

No arguments here. Just get your shit together first.