Mar
This is one of my favourite reviews that I’ve done for Kerrang!, not only was the show great, but the photos (by the talented Mr Ian Collins) could not have tied in any better with the copy. It was Motionless In White’s first ever Kerrang! review and they’re on the cover this week.
Mar
Reviewed The Bled’s final show after an illustrious 11 year career on the road. Amazing band, amazing show - fittingly there was blood everywhere and plenty of scuffles with the bouncers.
Mar
Last month I reviewed the utterly phenomenal Touché Amoré at the Camden Barfly. I also had a good chat to frontman Jeremy Bolm about the shape of hardcore to come. For me, it’s an honour to be able to work with bands like this - they’re on the forefront of something colossal.
Jan
Possibly the sleaziest quote I’ve ever written… broadcast on TV. Don’t judge me.
Jan
Bollulo Bay
A short story that I wrote in December. Heavily influenced by Hemingway, it’s only a couple of thousand words so give it a go and let me know what you think in the comments - would be great to get some feedback.
The young boy was alone as he paddled out into the bay. It was early morning and the clouds hung low, masking the mountaintops of Bollulo behind him, bathing the beach in a dull, grey light. The waves were biggest early in the day and he swam furiously, each stroke dragging the boy and his board further from the shore, and further from his problems.
“Why must my mother remarry at all?” the boy wondered aloud. She has my sisters and me for company, do we not give her the love that she needs? We love her more than ever, for she is all that we have now.
When a small wave came, he would kick hard and roll over the top of it. But when the bigger waves hit he took a deep breath and plunged through them, his board like the tip of a spear, slicing an opening into the roaring wall of water.
The night that his father’s fishing boat had returned without him weighed heavy on the boy’s heart. It had limped to the shoreline just down the coast from their home - an empty shell, the hull had taken on much water and was barely afloat. The boy’s father was nowhere to be seen, lost at sea to the calm beneath the waves. No man is an island… unless he’s a buoy, his father used to joke. “Well father, I am only a boy and since you were lost I truly feel like an island”.
Jan
One of these days I’m going to frame all of these passes. Probably the day after tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or after that.
Jan
A teaser video I filmed and edited for the Rock Sound riot issue. This day was a LOT of fun.
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