Johnny Ultraviolence is a legend in the circles in which I move. Those among us with a penchant for extreme music – specifically the melding of punk attitude and rap with hard-hitting techno and gabber – will undoubtedly hold a soft spot for this man and the noisy gifts he brought us back in the 90s. Known simply as ULTRAVIOLENCE, he was one of the first guys to ever get electronic dance music into the hearts and minds of balls-to-the-wall rock fans, and even scored a tour with bald vegetable-enthusiast Moby in the process, as well as peaking the interest of some big record labels – signing a deal with well known Nottingham heavy metal record label Earache Records. Continue reading
Despite the most widely-known way of maintaining sobriety being ardent AA attendance, I’m surprised by how few of the sober people I talk to have actually had success with Alcoholics Anonymous. Most have tried it, but almost none have felt the need to stick with it. This could be for any number of reasons, including me just talking to the wrong people, but certainly my own experiences with AA weren’t anything hugely groundbreaking or inspiring; the whole “higher power” thing felt a bit preachy, and the general approach of sitting around with old men drinking coffee and talking about “feelings” (pffft) felt like it needed a bit of updating – if not only to appeal more to the younger booze-hounds. After all – the earlier people recognise a problem and get help, the less further down that path of destruction they will have traveled. In other words: The less fucked your Ford Fiesta is, the easier it will be to unfuck it. Especially if it’s a cylinder head gasket issue mate. Okay.
When I got married last September, my best man Ben and his lovely missus Hattie bought us the coolest of wedding gifts – a private cinema screening of Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World, which is one of mine and Emma’s favourite movies to watch together. Actually, it’s pretty much the only movie we both agree on. I like PROPER films like Goodfellas and Pulp Fiction and Kickboxer – stuff where folk get to kick the fuck out of each other and shoot big guns – and she likes obscure Japanese romcoms with bizarre theme tunes that sound like kids sweetie adverts. Continue reading