1993
No prizes for guessing why this one popped into my mind this week as Los Angeles battles the terrible wildfires.
Nick Cave’s chilling account of a man awaiting execution in the electric chair remains a highlight of his huge arena shows more than 30 years later.
If I believed in guilty pleasures I’d list one of mine as cod reggae. Especially electro-reggae like this. But I don’t, so I’m very happy to own my love of this.
That time I went to a tiny village in Ireland for the Eurovision Song Contest in 1993… and came home before it started.
Suede’s debut album celebrates its 30th birthday today. Not that I need any excuse to celebrate such a landmark record. This is arguably my favourite track.
Here’s the mid-nineties classic by KRS-One that might well top the hip-hop hall of anti-cop fame were it not for a certain earlier song by NWA.
A long time ago I took my folk-fan brother-in-law, visiting from Ireland, to the Hackney Empire to see Bert Jansch. This was not the rather more celebrated affair with Pete Doherty, which came later; it was just Bert and his acoustic guitar.