Surely one of the best things about the hi-tech shenaniganary that is ‘the internet’ is the immediate access to hitherto unknown musical genres, tastes, scenes and mixes. Were it not for the magic of broadband we’d probably still be referring to the music press, annoying radio stations and Later with Jools Holland before deciding what to write on our school bags,
Once in a while we get a bit sick of the sound of our own voices and feel the need to sprinkle a few extra spicy ingredients into the Proper Magazine pie. Spicy is one way to describe the unforgiving, cynical and downright brilliant eye on the world offered by our friend Richard Green. Read on to find out more about ten films that will depress your tits right off.
Old bastards like myself will remember the early incarnations of Clive Sinclair’s ludicrous Brit-computers like the ZX Spectrum and ZX81 being lampooned for the ‘hilarious’ rubber keys on their keyboards. I still take exception to this, and I still can’t really fathom out why such an innovation was unceremoniously dumped in history’s rubbish bin, reduced to being blathered about, along with white dog shit, spangles and Limahl, by the likes of Zoe Ball on some ‘I Love the 80’s’ documentary.
It’s a Saturday morning, 11.13 am to be precise. The weather outside is clement. Mums go visiting family, people are going to Weddings, dads chat over the fence to neighbours about grass growing techniques (more fertilising than hydroponics), lads go to the football match, have a few scoops, discuss latest signings, maybe even get their hands dirty.