Pennie Quinton

R.I.P (Riot in Parties), Mr Farren

The late Mick Farren was a ‘60s art-school kid who became one of British counterculture’s prime movers. He fronted rock band The Deviants, led the UK contingent of the White Panther movement, publishing their newsletter, before becoming editor of International Times. He later edited the ‘Thrills’ section of the NME and throughout his life penned…

The Making of Mark

In the past decade, the Darbyshire workshop – originally a small studio in the East End of London – has grown into an expansive double-storey set-up on White Lion Street (the kitchen alone is as big as the old HQ was). There is also a country branch in Stroud, Gloucestershire; a convenient stone’s throw from…

What did John Tavener ever do for us?

Sir John Kenneth Tavener, who passed away last November, aged 69, began recording music for The Beatles’ Apple label in 1970, before becoming established as one of this country’s most celebrated composers, famous for his transcendent orchestral and choral works and for having his music performed at Princess Diana’s funeral. Here, Will Stokes looks at…

Continental Film Night

On behalf of the Soylent Green Preservation Society, our dauntless cinema short-order chef, Peter Wix, finds the fortune cookie in a ’70s sci-fi classic and lauds its resistance to mankind’s processed future. Cannibalism is the point of no return for humanity, and surely also a boundary marker for cinema’s richly stocked category of foodie films. Our…

Ballad of a Thin Man

They may not be absolute mutual exclusives, but popular music and food are hardly the most obvious of bedfellows. Granted, the myth and legend of Elvis Presley, particularly those latter, bulging jump-suited Las Vegas years — not to mention his distended, sedentary demise — are inextricably bound up with matters comestible, specifically a highly calorific…

Review: Blue Jasmine

Woody Allen With a film released more or less every year since 1966’s What’s Up, Tiger Lily?, Woody Allen’s output has been undeniably prodigious for a man with allegedly nothing to prove. For the cynical, it’s tempting to cite his cinematic repertoire as no more than persistently revisiting a small pool of pet interests. Freudian…

Shunga

Sex and Pleasure in Japanese Art The British Museum, until 5 January 2014 I brought half a suitcase of magazine porn back from Japan a few years ago. The most compelling were the publications found in ordinary newspaper kiosks or railway stations. Like chunky graphic novels in format, they featured drawn erotic exploits and narratives,…

Review: Bill Callahan

Dream River (Drag City) If a defence of the independent record label business model had to be made, opposed to the “make a hit record or you’re dropped” major label equivalent, here’s a watertight one: if you leave someone to do their thing for long enough, maybe they’ll make a record as universally beautiful as…