Tag Archive: Julie Burchill


There must be some worried star names at the BBC right now in the light of the ongoing crisis surrounding paedophile and rapist Jimmy Saville.

Another DJ who is being accused beyond the grave is John Peel but to imply that his past misdemeanours are comparable to the cynical abuse carried out by Savile is farcical.

Peel admitted that he had sex with young girls and joked fairly salaciously that he never asked for ID. This prompted Julie Burchill to write a savage article about him while he was still alive. I strongly disagree with Burchill on this but it has to be admitted her rage against the hypocrisies within male dominated institutions now sounds very topical. Continue reading

Julie Burchill is always good value for money and it’s good to see that she hasn’t lost her acerbic wit and has retained her ability to call a spade a spade.

I laughed at this part her article in today’s Guardian ridiculing fashion magazines who push the idea that women must try to look as young as possible to pull the best men:

“Most heterosexual men merely want a woman above the age of consent to wash, show up, bring beer and strip naked. They are far from the harsh taskmasters, when it comes to female appearance, that they are routinely made out to be and the idea that they go about rejecting every woman who doesn’t resemble a small-eyed baby is very much belied by the number of men who are frankly desperate to get themselves a girlfriend”.

BACKTRACKING #18 : THE KILLJOYS

Part of an irregular series of bite-sized posts about 7″ singles I own – shameless nostalgia from the days of vinyl. (Search ‘Backtracking’ to collect the set!)

THE KILLJOYS – Johnny Won’t Get To Heaven b/w Naive (Raw Records, 1977)

Kevin Rowland was never a convincing punk rocker although this is one of the best singles from 1977. It was the band’s one and only official release. “The main thing I learned from The Killjoys was how not to do it”, he later reflected

Rowland started his musical career with Lucy And The Lovers, a Roxy Music influenced band I have never knowingly heard. The tidal wave of Punk Rock forced a rethink and The Killjoys were born. Continue reading

nick-kent-apathy-for-devilNick Kent was the “Zeitgeist-surfing dark prince of seventies rock journalism”.  This is how he describes himself with only the vaguest of self mockery in his memoir of the decade entitled Apathy For The Devil.

The title is taken from a quip by Bob Dylan after being asked his opinion of a lacklustre Rolling Stones concert. It’s a highly quotable line but not a great book title and the cheapskate cover image by Jon Stevens for the Faber & Faber edition is pretty crap too.

Don’t let either of these details put you off though as this is a fantastic book.

Like many of my generation (I was born in 1958), I grew up reading NME cover to cover and Kent’s pieces stood out as writing that was both passionate and committed.  He has always maintained that to write meaningfully about music it is not enough just to listen to the records and analyse the lyrics. He approached rock journalism in the same way a war correspondent covers conflicts, by braving the heat of the battle  or what he calls entering “the belly of the beast”. This involved him being a kind of rock writer in residence on tour with bands like The Stones, Led Zeppelin, The Faces and Jethro Tull. Unfortunately, part of this full immersion into the rock star lifestyle meant he emulated his heroes to the point of being stoned out of his skull for most of his waking hours. He snorted heroin for the first time at the tail end of 1973 aged 22, opening the door to  a “world of hurt”. The fact that he was able to produce good copy in this state is as miraculous  as the fact that he has lived to tell the tale now.

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