Kieran Press-Reynolds with a fascinating story for GQ about Galaxy Gas, a flavored nitrous oxide product that's all the rage and whose cute packaging recalls Alco-Pops in its kiddy appeal
Oooh and talking about giddy pop thrills - quick update, they come so thick and so fast these days, here's another KPR piece, a tribute / memorial to the "lost promise of hyperpop". For Pitchfork.
Had a blast chatting with Paul Leary and King Coffey of Butthole Surfers for Pitchfork about their latest batch o' reissues: Cream Corn from the Socket of Davis, Locust Abortion Technician, Hairway to Steven.
The chaos-capturing pix are by my old friend Pat Blashill (author of Lone Star punkscene photohistory Texas Is The Reason), reuniting us on the same page for possibly the first time since Melody Maker days.
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Kieran Katchup Time - our kid's been writing up a storm lately.
Here's a grrrrrrrrrreat reported piece on forest raves in the outer boroughs of New York - for The Face.
And for iD, here's a profile of rap wunderkind Nettspend. - fascinating even if you never heard of the artist or don't have any time for this kind of sound.
(Now if only Blitz still existed, Kieran could go for a ye olde style bibles hat trick).
Caught some flak for this negative review at Pitchfork of experimentalists-turned-irritants Callahan & Witscher and their meta-meta project Think Differently
For the same publication, dissage of The Dare.
Savager still about Destroy Lonely
New Mean Kieran abated for some contributions to Pitchfork's Songs of the Summer
New Mean Kieran returns for a review of Honor Levy's novel My First Book. That's for Alta.
A Resident Advisor feature about the reluctance of festival and rave promoters to embrace cutting-edge sounds like phonk and bruxeria.
For No Bells, a piece about the life and death of sigilkore.
We are now all caught up with Kieran.