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OPINION: A thorn by any other name…

Words by Ed King I move around a lot, for work. The polite term is peripatetic. And for the first time since 2008 I find myself in Birmingham during the Conservative Party conference, with all the fervor and false promise such a political bandwagon contains – whatever its colour scheme. But this isn’t a party […]

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Ed’s… Highlights, Nov ‘12

Ahhh November, the dwindling year’s last chance salon for self centred retail. From Hindu to Methodist, no one here gets out alive – fiscally speaking; from now until the end of the year, your God wants you to spend, spend, spend. But the sugar coating comes in musical form this winter, with a bevy of […]

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Ed’s… Highlights, Oct ’12

  Blah, blah, blah, October. Loose segue, leaves falling. Harvest reference. Bountiful, thankful, yada yada yada; a cornucopia of concerts. Starting with you-can-take-the-girl-out-of-Wolves, Carina Round (H&H, 3rd); touring her new album ‘Tigermending’. Then the slightly sharper tongued Azealia Banks (HMV Institute, 5th) raps one end of the rainbow, whilst Vatican wet dream – The Vienna […]

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Ed’s… Highlights, Sept ’12

September comes but once a year; bringing Indian summers, a new school term and offensively early rhetoric about ‘…shopping days left’. But it’s also the start of another seasonal tour circuit, where labels and lucky independents try and get you to spend, spend, spend – encouraging the smashing of piggy banks as the C Word […]

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Ed’s… (end of festivals) Highlights, Aug ’12

August, the most musically moribund month of the year. The last ‘summer’ month of festival bills, every artist worth a cover charge is holed up in a camper van green room or VIP marquee (a beer tent with chairs, to the lay person). Seriously, check the listings. Who? Huh? Why? I thought they were dead..? […]

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