To Bring You My Love Just heard the new PJ Harv…
To Bring You My Love
Just heard the new PJ Harvey single on the radio, which bodes well for her new album Stories Of The City, Stories Of The Sea. She seems to have returned to raw melodies as opposed to the dissonant guitar noisefest that characterised her previous record, Is This Desire? - and this can only be a good thing. Or maybe I'm just getting older. Anyway, fingers crossed for some gigs in London once I've moved up there...
If you're after a noisefest on paper, you might want to check out Attack! books, headed up by ex-NME wordsmith and all round gobby bastard Steven Wells. You can tell by the book titles alone what sort of agenda Attack! has - Get Your Cock Out by Mark Manning (aka Zodiac Mindwarp), Vatican Bloodbath by Tommy Udo and Whips And Furs by one Jesus H. Christ. Avant pulp is the name is goes under and each book is riot of sex, swearing and obscenity - your grandmother wouldn't approve. I love the attitude but I couldn't be arsed to read all the way through them - although that could well be the point. Attack's website is a brilliantly written, full-on manifesto which rails against the safeness and sterility of most modern fiction - here's hoping some true works of genius come out of it.
Just added a new review and book competition to Spike too. Miriam McDonald has joined our ever-growing extended family of reviewers, and gives the full forensic treatment to crime novelist Andrew Vachss' latest tome, Dead And Gone.
Meanwhile, there's a chance to win a copy of Swimmer by Bill Broady, in association with our mates at 2020shops.com as per usual. Click here to have a go (if you think you're hard enough).
Finally, a tip of the hat to the Melting Object blog for linking through to several Spike articles - go take a peek , but be warned, there's some fairly hefty images slowing down the page loading times.
