The New Accelerator
So it was I had my first experience of the New Accelerator. Practically we had been running about and saying and doing all sorts of things in the space of a second or so of time. We had lived half an hour while the band had played, perhaps, two bars. But the effect it...
Creation Lake
As little Franck talks about why he thinks adults are afraid of children’s sexuality, someone in the background rides by on a loud motorcycle. Franck turns his head to look. He’s nine, but his body language is that of a teenager: he wants to know what’s going on...
Eichmann in Jerusalem
A Report On The Banality Of Evil For when I speak of the banality of evil, I do so only on the strictly factual level, pointing to a phenomenon which stared one in the face at the trial. Eichmann was not Iago and not Macbeth, and nothing would have been farther from...
Mo Wax – Somewhere In Space
James Lavelle’s Mo’ Wax record label had a huge impact on me in the ’90s. Similar to Ninja Tune, but a bit grungier, darker and cooler. I’d switched on to them when they released the first Headz compilation, just before DJ Shadow’s Endtroducing dropped. Both records...
Dream State
The house was cramped and musty and low ceilinged. There was beige carpet from the seventies, bric-a-brac on every windowsill, secondhand furniture that smelled incurably of smoke. Someone had taped a hand-drawn sketch of a mallard to the lintel above the stairs,...