That’s No Lover, That’s a Vanity Thief – Smart at 25, Sleeper

That’s No Lover, That’s a Vanity Thief – Smart at 25, Sleeper

The best writers seem to be speaking directly to you. It's like they've been living in your wardrobe. They've seen you naked, rifled through your pockets, heard all of your best lines, been there through cold blooded old times and they know all of your secrets.  At least that's how it seems.  This should seem [...]

The Year in Britpop…2019

The Year in Britpop…2019

It all seems so long ago. It was a long time ago. We were younger then. We are older now. Look at you now. Don't look at me. Don't look back in anger. Look back with misty eyes and a quickening of the beat-beat-beat of your heart. Them was giddy days. 2019 has brought Britpop [...]

London, can you wait?

London, can you wait?

  After the cryptic messages. After the teasing. After the seven year itch from his defenestration. After the yearning, the longing and the praying. He will return. Today Martin Rossiter, with a little (maybe more than a little) help from his friends at Star Shaped, has announced that he will return for one final time [...]

Star Shaped Festival…9 Reasons Why

Star Shaped Festival…9 Reasons Why

Star Shaped Festival 2019 is a lot closer than you think. You may not have bought your tickets yet. Don't worry. I understand. Auntie Mabel has her birthday coming up. Father's Day is just around the corner. You're saving up for that lamp from IKEA. MOT looming. I hear you. But... Life is cruel and [...]

Lose Himself, Lose Himself in London – Star Shaped, Brixton Academy, 29/9/18

Lose Himself, Lose Himself in London – Star Shaped, Brixton Academy, 29/9/18

I've been inside the famous Brixton Academy for less than three minutes before I meet Nick and Statto, legends (in their own ways), of the Britpop Revival Show on Phonic FM.  Nick, of course, is the host of the show...spinning Britpop classic after Britpop classic every week while Statto is the Raymond Babbitt-esque Twitter star [...]

Star Shaped

Star Shaped

  I've arrived at the O2 Academy in Glasgow at a little after one thirty.  As I make my way from the car park at the nearby "clockwork orange" underground I have to weave my way through supporters of one of the two big teams in Glasgow.  This, as any resident of this "no mean [...]