Broadsheet face, Tabloid mind

replays(Answers on a postcard). What’s this? Ooh, get you, Accrington Stanley. Cult circulation indie fanzines printed on pot noodle crates not good enough for you eh? Swanning around with their combovers in the air, having sneezed between the pages of THE INDEPENDENT, no less.

Online music archives: Net gains for those who love rare rockers 
…an investigation into the demise of record shops and the rise of the lesser-spotted long-tailed independent musicians flourishing on teh interwebs, somehow incomprehensibly embarking on six degrees of Kevin Bacon via Freddie Mercury and John Peel to none other than our friends the apparently “reformed” Stanleys.¬† Funny old world.