Holly Cole
A jazz singer's breakthrough album reissued by Analogue Productions.
Hollywood High
The problem for true believers is that there’s never been a proper Beatles live album.
Hootenanny
Amongst all the hand–ringing and head–scratching and kvetching about the music business and what we're going to do with our CDs and LPs and how iPods sound like shit but are the future whether we like it or not (in my case, the jury's still out), it's a good idea, at least in my overamped case, to step back, close–a–dee mouth and occasionally remember that at the bottom of all this claptrap, there's still music. Which I (we) presumably still love.
Hopefully this will not...
Hopefully the Meg White (or not) sex tape dustup will not engender a drummer sex tape trend. There are a lot of skin pounders that I for one have no desire to ever see in the buff. The mental images alone are like taking a woodburner to your brain.
Hot Bach
Hugh Masekela
The "Father of South African Jazz" has died from prostate cancer at the age of 78.
I Come From Down in the Valley
I’d love to hear what Gary Tallent thinks. Bass players never get to speak their piece.
I Love The Dead
It’s a very scary and weird commentary on the state of the music business, that posthumous albums have now become a booming category.
In The Land of Aztec Camera, Teenage Fanclub, and Orange Juice
The Royal Mile has now unfortunately become the Scottish equivalent of Times Square, in all its crowded, annoying commercialism run amok glory. No topless women with the Union Jack or Saltire painted across their breasts yet, but give it time.
Inside Llewyn Davis
While this may be stating the obvious, being inarticulate about how a film moves you is sometimes actually the point.