I’ve been buying it since issue 6, but increasingly have been wondering why I bother. it’s forever churning up the same old ground where it used to look outside of the obvious on occasion. Remember Nick Drake on the cover (before he became the soundtrack to Estate Agent wankers’ dinner parties)? Kraftwerk, Miles, George Clinton, Marvin? Not to mention articles on genuine mavericks like Moondog, Coltrane and others. OK, the obsession with the Beatles and the sixties was tiresome, but even the most over-trodden ground sometimes was given a fresh angle.
Thought things might be on the up last month with Leonard Cohen’s doleful but dapper presence on the cover. But no – just had an e-mail informing me that this month’s is a bumper Oasis special. I mean, for fuck’s sake – they don’t even sell records any more. Who still gives a shit?
So, as the ever-narrowing dividing line between Mojo and Q becomes invisible, I’m off.
Surely there is room for a magazine that is intelligent and can offer a more mainstream alternative to the Wire? There used to be one – it was called Mojo. Sigh – end of rant.