A riot grrrl of my own

Riot grrrl began as an early ’90s, third-wave feminist/punk-rock movement in the USA’s Pacific Northwest, ostensibly styled after mixed-gender Olympia, Washington quartet Bikini Kill. Its British incarnation arrived soon after, most notably in the shape of ‘boy-girl revolutionary’ group, Huggy Bear. Here, Jamie Holman recalls the impact of riot grrrl’s British outriders on a scene…

Rock goes to College

About seven years ago, Blackburn College started inviting bands to come in and record live in our television studio, with the aim to create something that was a youthful mixture of John Peel session and The Old Grey Whistle Test. The idea was to give the Art and Media students a chance to hone their…

What the Dickens Happens Next

Part Four of Jamie Holman’s warts-and-all rumination on starting up and running a nobudget indie record label. While the world continues to turn its back, Jamie’s faith in the fledgling Winterbird remains heroically intact, so much so that he’s even signed himself to the label. While he dreams of glory there’s a gig at Blackburn…

Camera Obscura

My Maudlin Career (4AD) Tattooed in twee and unfairly compared to every Scottish group that went before them (most often fellow Glaswegians Belle & Sebastian), Camera Obscura once seemed destined never to find their own voice. With this, their fifth album, they appear to have finally shaken off the shackles of lazy comparisons that dogged…

Let's Wrestle

The drummer is a punk (in the old fashioned way: bondage strides, leather jacket and short Mohican). The bass player is a dandy with big shades and extravagant hand gestures. The singer/guitarist doesn’t really exist in the world at all until standing on a stage, where he becomes utterly compelling – this year’s unlikeliest pop…