Recorded in Berlin February, around the launch of Martyn Goodacre’s book, Kirsty first met Mark Reeder in London, at the Tresor retrospective hosted by Red Gallery.
Subsequently she featured him in her pages in DJMag, not once or twice, but in the feature that spanned his beginnings as the Berlin rep for Factory Records in the late 70s, to putting on illegal gigs in East Berlin before the wall fell, to creating MFS Records in the 90s – and now with Chinese band, Stolen – OVER THREE EDITIONS. Unknown pleasures.
Here they met in a coffee shop on a Sunday afternoon. Continue reading Mark Reeder podcast with Kirsty Allison
To start at the very beginning…
Continue reading Cold Lips 01
Burning Flag begs for a borderless world, and stands as a warning against nationalism.
Rather than Gil filming his own video on his iPhone, and sourcing found footage, it was natural for Kirsty to film Gil’s vision of having projections for the single Burning Flag, performed on a Saturday at Brixton’s Beyond Time Pictures studio. It’s a live performance with Mikey Buckley on guitar, who also mixed this album, with Joes Watts on bass, and Kirsty on keys. Continue reading Burning Flag Film for Gil by Kirsty Allison
Steve Hancock came round at 7.15 but couldn’t talk as I had to leave at 8.00.
Met Charlie and Chris in The White Horse.
Drank 3 litres of cider in the Churchyard and got pissed on a bottle of Sherry in the garden.
Don’t remember crawling along the carpet in front of Ruth’s Mam. Continue reading Cold Lips 01
“People are always saying ‘literally’ and they mean figuratively. Literally doesn’t mean literally anymore. Cause what defines a meaning of a word is how it is used. Language ain’t hard and fast, even in the Oxford dictionary. So ‘literally’ now, if you look in the Oxford English Dictionary, it no longer means the absolute fact. This is the conversation: He treated her like shit, literally. What? He flushed her down the lavatory? I mean no, surely, figuratively? In this case.” Continue reading Dr John Cooper Clarke podcast
We built this City
We built this City on Rock n Roll
No you didn’t. Workers with too short lives, never enough time or resource and a succession of ailments fucking did. Continue reading Mark Gilroy: Giant Minds And Sniper Strikes
Like the making of the most recent Star Wars trilogy, the scripts are hidden, locked in vaults with only a select few allowed the privilege of knowing what the fuck is really happening. The Death Star looms, the Rebels in disarray. The evil Emperor Palpatine and the whole bloody Royal bloodline has us in a hex. Gil De Ray on David Erdos. Continue reading David Erdos ‘The Corona Virus Diaries’