As new wave washed up over the beached carcass of punk in the early eighties, there were a handful of bands from New Zealand making moves that were just as important as their European counterparts. Danse Macabre was one of them. Twenty five years on it seems the dream is still a painful memory for the band.
The other Fugee. You know, the one that didn't marry a Marley or let his highly preened ego lead him around by a whisper of his name. Yeah, Pras, that's the one. What the hell happened to him? Read on to find out...
They brought the concept of the electronic mix CD to the public domain, rarely put a foot wrong and are philathropists to boot. A nice chat with the all round nice guys at Germany's Studio !K7
Clubland chats to Erol Alkan about his new Bugged Out mix, his infamous Trash night and why progressive house DJ's should just stick to their guns and still play fucking progressive house.
This month we review Danny Howells new Global Underground mix, which is surprisingly good.
There'll be a special place in hell for the likes of Celine Dion, Michael Bolton et al, and they'll have to listen to the bonkers mechanics of Wall of Sound artists til the end of time. Save me a seat... just not next to Mick Hucknell thanks.
In between some vicious cocaine binges, half baked albums and feuds to rival Cain & Abel's, those Gallagher boys have strung together a fair few decent songs. Click the images to find out who's talking to who and who thinks who's a cunt.
A little look behind the scenes of stuntwork with a chat to New Zealand girl made good Zoe Bell.
It was clear from the start that these boys would do well. They rode in to town on the white indie horse and saddled up at the bar right next to Franz Ferdinand.
