They’re moving, they’re coming: my thoughts on the glorious return of All Saints

I've spoken many a time on this here blog before about my formative experiences with being introduced to music. And with the return this week of All Saints, the sassier, streetwise and grittier alternative to many of their 90s and 00s pop contemporaries, now seems like a good time to breach this very subject again. … Continue reading They’re moving, they’re coming: my thoughts on the glorious return of All Saints

The Hall

By Alex MacGregor Nothing has changed. Polished wood, radiator guards. Chairs stacked in two. Windows peeling with white paint. Nothing has changed. Pyrex mugs, a giant urn. Coffee, tea. Custard creams and bourbons. Nothing has changed. The distant echoes. Squeaking footsteps, joyful laughter. Not knowing where we were going. Nothing has changed. Clinging evermore to … Continue reading The Hall