lemon revolution

Rumours of new tunes. And thank fuck it wasn't to be. Because this is all starting to seem more PR agency marketing bullshit than the subversive spectacle of four unemployed lads dicking about the city. When TopShop begin tweeting about you, as per on Friday in regards to the Roses rumours, then you know the game is up. With regards to actual tunes, I'm not going to lie, I'd love nothing more than to hear some, as per Reni, 'new stuffs'. Hearing the Roses debut for the first time was unlike anything else I have ever experienced, a feeling of pure, unbridled liberation at a time in my life when I really needed it, and was one of those precious moments of indefinable musical glory: where you come out of a tune reborn, a different person to the one who went in. Anything that offers even a slither of hope that this feeling can be replicated, or even bettered, is something which I obviously find very hard to dismiss. Which is why I was just another dude on twitter o...

A song which you think initially, speaks of America's global dominance, the infiltration of British culture and a determination to break away, to run free from those haunting 'American satellites'. Yet the Roses never were nationalists, and Squire's bold cover-art here , a Union Jack splattered with the American stars, is about the closest the group ever came to acknowledging any kind of national identity. 'It's not where you're from, it's where you're at', of course, and emphatically, 'The British Empire? Just a bunch of public schoolkids playing about!' The latter offers a strong idea of exactly what Ian Brown and John Squire thought of imperial nostalgia. To me the song pens a beautiful tale of a ceaseless battler, the woman tirelessly threading a man's greatness and finally rising, stealing 'that which she never could own', and the immigrant 'racing from that hole' he calls home, lunging like the desperate...