Josh Homme is taller than you might think. Sure, he has a reputation for being a big guy, but somehow in person he manages to be greater than his actual height. It’s as though the rest of the world has been shrunk around him. I met him a handful of times several lifetimes ago when Queens of the Stone Age put out their first record on Matador, and his presence in a room was never anything less than…
Confusingly not about The Cure, even though Olivia Rodrigo has history with the lovable lipstick goths. I once traded emails with Robert Smith when working on a compilation of Paul McCartney covers which he was a part of, and unlike all of the other artists who both a) had managers to deal with the multitude of tedious questions I needed answered for b) clearly didn’t care one jot about the…
My experience so far with Blondshell is one of slow and gradual appreciation — both 2023’s self-titled debut and last year’s ‘If You Asked For A Picture’ ended up being played on repeat. I wasn’t expecting a new album so soon — one is apparently coming later this year — but this first taste picks up right where the last record left off.
I am unsure which is a bigger obstacle to overcome in the quest for music credibility; having famous parents, or being a breakout actor. And yet Maya Hawke has both, and seems utterly unperturbed by the whole deal. She’s being making great lo-fi singer songwriter stuff for a while now, but this new album is a step up, and ‘Terms of Estrangement’ is my favourite so far (although both ‘Devil You…