In which that old sourpuss GARY STEEL bends his tattered ears in the direction of his Dad-rock wind-up gramophone to assess a selection of the latest sounds.
Gary “Stereonerd” Steel’s musings on music, movies, technology and the general state of the universe.
The mega rap phenomenon Drake has just released another record-breaking album, and its awfulness is an indictment on our lame acceptance of shit, writes GARY STEEL
Was the rock revolution really ground zero for music? GARY STEEL admits the error of his ways.
One of the key figures in German music’s Krautrock renaissance of the 1970s has died. GARY STEEL weeps all over his keyboard.
Walter Becker’s death prompts GARY STEEL to examine his curiously topsy-turvy relationship to the music of Steely Dan.
Most people reckon they love music, and that it’s a soundtrack to their lives, but they never actually listen to it.
One Erection, did you say? Oh, the guy from One Direction! Old fart GARY STEEL grapples manfully with the debut Harry Styles solo album.
GARY STEEL goes on the attack against audio snobbery as he details his rock and roll odyssey with Cerwin-Vega loudspeakers.