JAMIE BRITTON recommends that we all buy at least two copies of a remarkable book of poems
Peter Cat
Nice N Sleazys, Glasgow
PETER CAT, aka Graham Gillespie, doesn't want to reveal what his day job is. But his “work clothes” — he's come straight from his shift to the gig — are the most glamorous I've ever seen and surely entirely unsuited to his vocation.
Tall and slender and dressed in an electric-blue, pin-striped suit and a snazzy open-necked shirt, he looks like the Thin White Duke on holiday in Majorca.
Gillespie isn’t afraid to stand out in a world filled with drab office wear and his alter ego certainly isn’t too shy to make a statement onstage. In an indie-pop scene dominated by black jeans and aloof guitar-playing, there's something refreshing about seeing the stage occupied by a solo multi-instrumentalist performer, dressed up and dapper, who isn’t afraid to dance.
SCOTT ALSWORTH searches for something – anything – worth recommending from the year’s releases
WILL STONE is impressed by a tour de force rendition of three decades’ worth of orchestral chamber pop
WILL STONE applauds a comprehensive survey of love in its many moods and musical forms
RON JACOBS welcomes a survey of US punk in the era of Reagan, and sees the necessity for some of the same today


