Say Psych: Best Live Albums of 2016
OK here’s the thing. I’ve never been a massive fan of live albums. I love going to gigs and I love listening to records, but records of gigs have never…
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Feature: Kevin Barnes : Of Montreal’s Svengali
I’m sitting in my living room after a couple beers and maybe a shot or two of Johnnie Walker Red and I’m on my second spin of the new Of…
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Say Psych: Playlist 15/2016
A mixture of new releases and sounds that have been out a while, but are new to me. I continue to be astounded by just how much good music is…
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Features: Two Views, Radiohead & Super Furry Animals
3 May 2016 was a day that started out like many others. Then suddenly Radiohead released a new song after years of silence and then it wasn’t. Social Media lost…
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Feature: double albums that are actually worth the time.
For some artists the single disc statement is not enough. It should be though, as the multiple disc release is a difficult beast to master and many of the most…
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Feature: David Bowie (1947 – 2016), In Loving Memory
At the time of writing it has been a week since the death of David Bowie was announced. During that time there have been countless tributes, often from the most…
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Feature: Top 20 albums of the year – Backseat Mafia staff pick
How do you judge what were the best albums of the year? Well, here at Backseat Mafia its a collaborative affair, where everyone that writes for us has as much…
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Psych Insight: 20 Essential Psych Albums 2015
Following the overwhelming feedback from last year’s Psych Insight ‘Essential Psych‘ list, Adam Harmsworth of Drone Rock Records and myself have embarked on the mammoth task of getting a list together for 2015.…
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Feature: The UK Free Festival Scene, 1986 – 1992
These days there is a plethora of festivals, from huge expensive ones (Glastonbury) to smaller more affordable ones (Green Man, Wicker Man), but I don’t know of many (if any)…
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Feature: I was a Manumission Robot! Plus ’98 club anthems soundtrack
It was May, 1998. I was 34 and jobless, my girlfriend had left me, and my band of twelve years was imploding before my eyes. The dry-rot on the bedroom…
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