Those words must haunt, and amuse actor Bill Mumy in equal measure. Mumy played young Will Robinson in the classic TV series ‘Lost In Space’, kick-starting a career as child actor. Somehow, instead of crashing out early like so many child actors, he has managed to create even more iconic characters in classic Sci-Fi shows, from Babylon 5 to The Twilight Zone. Will tells Beatmag’s Khalid Mallassi, his first love has always been making music. (more…)
When you consider the term ‘hunger’ in hip-hop nowadays your thoughts can’t help but lurch clumsily towards memories of a sturdy Big Pun on stage, spluttering out rhymes punctuated by short rasping breaths, the ever-cuddly Fat Joe with his belt-bendingly massive jeans that could be converted into a denim pigeon-loft or the Notorious B.I.G making an ungodly racket on his debut album, thanks to the combination of a headboard, a wall and a shrieking grateful recipient of his apparent morning-glory. (more…)
“You should never really ask a musician what music they make or you get a really vague, ubiquitous answer.” One can’t really be surprised that someone of Nathan Fake’s calibre would come out with this gem of information when describing techno. (more…)
The Prodigy have made a spectacular comeback. Some would argue they’ve never been away as they consistently tour, however, they’re now back at the top end of the UK charts and a new generation has embraced their rave-rock beat-blast. (more…)
36 year old freelance illustrator, Richard Wilkinson, has taken his merry time to find his niche in life. It all started in York, where he studied fine art, “In the 1st week I was told not to use black lines. Don’t go there. They sucked all the joy out of it for me. After that I worked in sound design and then in commercials production until I remembered I wanted to be a commercial artist. That was 3 years ago”. And some where in between, he had a brief career in music, although he is rather modest about it (he was signed to Ninja Tune you know!), “I used to make music but was rubbish at it. I still listen to it though. I’m good at that.”
We pinned down the multi talented maestro to quiz him about his work and got together a selection of his illustrations for you to devour… (more…)
In Issue 19 we started the tour of the new Deluxé playroom, “Sanctum Sanctorum” but hit the word limit before we managed to move on from the grand entrance, aka “The Hall Of The Six True Kings”. I also promised to tell the tale of the Dark Knight, so let’s now enter the Main Chamber and start with the Pièce de résistance of our humble studio. Well, of those pièces anyway. (more…)
Long after the fuss has died down, as the Winter sets in, we’ve decided to treat you to a little slice of Summer with the ultimate Glastonbury account from our man in the field, Caspar Gomez
Ever read an account of Glastonbury that got it right? They’re almost always some jaded London hack giving a drab concert review of the Pyramid and Other stages, concentrating on a load of samey indie bands, interspersed with comments about mud, whether there is any or not. These hacks, and I see them year after year, spend most of their time in the hospitality area where they’re also camped, which is basically Camden/Shoreditch transposed to Somerset, so they can sit about chatting to the same people they always chat to in the same mildly cynical way, as if they’re really a bit above/outside everything. In the meantime, the rest of us are spread over a vast area, enjoying one billion kinds of mayhem in an entirely different universe from The Fratellis. The best accounts of Glastonbury are badly written blogs all over the ‘net wherein wide-eyed enthusiasts let their amazement take control whilst recounting what they and their mates got up to. Who cares about the Kings of Leon? I mean, really, if it’s all about The Editors live in a field, why don’t you fuck off to Reading/Leeds and eat shit-burgers and drink piss with the NME massive. Anyway, enough ranting, here’s my Glasto for you: (more…)
The original ‘Hell raiser’ returns to London for a couple of cliquey dates to intimate crowds of rock and roll yuppies: After all, who else could afford the £100+ tickets for Jerry to show us that he still has it, albeit in a doddery kind of way?! (more…)
Saints Row 2 (Xbox 360, PS3)
Fuck GTA IV! That’s right, let’s get that shit outta the way right up front. Yeah, Saints Row 2 is like GTA IV, except for the part where it’s not boring as fuck! (more…)
The freshest forgotten albums of yesteryear. Not the usual fawned over suspects but albums that ‘net-trawlers and second hand record shop aficionados may come across and should snap up now.
This month Guy Oddy time-travels back a decade to the age of big beat… (more…)
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