A Distorted Reality.

Screamo is an ailing genre so close to my heart it could be considered an inanimate extension of myself: a genre so unified by a sole sense of purpose; a great community spirit; and the initiative to reinvent itself when its term of self-identification was taken and bastardised by the mainstream media. It always gives [...]

I associate music with situations, with people, with memories. It’s probably nothing more than an unfortunate side-effect of listening to music whatever I do, but it is something that I’ve been doing inadvertently for the last four or so years. It started with Sophie Ellis-Bextor’s Read My Lips. How cool is that? Very.

Lydia - Smile, [...]