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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Menomena, Sky Sailing, Jorn, Seu Jorge

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of upcoming major label releases. Another busy week for music. This time: we have some lovely, dreamy Indie tunes (from Menomena and from Sky Sailing); a tribute album to Ronnie James Dio (you read that right, and it’s from Jorn); and a Brazilian man makes [...]

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Sheryl Crow, David Garrett

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of upcoming major label releases.

This week, your Mango has something for everybody.

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Hellyeah, In This Moment, Jerrod Nieman, Audrey Assad, Great Big Sea

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of upcoming major label releases. It’s a very busy week for music. Maybe the record companies have had the corporate poop scared out of them by Prince‘s declaration that all electronic media is dead, and have thus thrown out everything with a chance at making [...]

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Jennifer Lopez Gets Political, Withdraws From Northern Cyprus

by Paul Gibson

When YOU think of Jennifer Lopez, all you see is a massive, ridiculously engorged bottom. This is because you are a pervert. When WE think of Jennifer Lopez, we see an angelic figure promoting world harmony, a Churchillian presence preaching peace between nations, and a colossus bestriding the world’s political hotspots like some kind of [...]

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Twilight: Breaking Dawn Will Be Filthily Pornographic

by Paul Gibson

Who can honestly say that they don’t dream nightly about Robert Pattinson making creaky, lustless love to Kristen Stewart? Oh come on, we know you do. And it’s fine: there’s absolutely no shame in subconsciously picturing what is basically a skeleton wrapped in bleached parchment paper humping on a girl whose O-face is almost certainly [...]

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Texas Hippie Coalition, Trailer Choir, Cyndi Lauper

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of upcoming major-label releases. Today is the fifth of July and, in America, a national holiday. We believe it has something to do with a decision the American people once made about wanting to be disrespectful to their elders and betters, and literally biting the [...]

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: The Gaslight Anthem, Drake, Now That’s What I Call The USA

by Paul Gibson

Ouch. It was a bad performance overall, made somewhat worse by that moment, and – for us – the pain was doubled by the fact that we watched the match in the presence of Americans, Italians, Germans and – worst of all – Scottishes. This meant that it felt exactly like watching a re-run of [...]

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Hecklerspray’s Monday Music Mango: Hanson, Blitzen Trapper, Twilight: Eclipse

by Paul Gibson

Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of the next fortnight’s major label releases. Later this week, the American football (note, only one capital letter) team will shatter the dreams of 51 million English people, while simultaneously raising the spirits of eight million Scots and Welshes. The response of Northern Irelanders we [...]

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Britain’s Got Talent 2010, The Final: Janey Cutler, Tobias Mead, Paul Burling, Spelbound

by Paul Gibson

Here we were at last: Britain’s Got Talent finals night. Ooh, the excitement. Would it be Janey Cutler, the Scottish Zelda? Or Tobias Mead, the kerrrazzyy backwards dancer? Maybe this was the year for someone with real, actual entertaining talent to win; someone like impressionist Paul Burling? Whatever. We were just happy – ecstatic, actually [...]

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Kate Gosselin Is Literally More Rubbish Than Rubbish Is Rubbish

by Paul Gibson

Kate Gosselin has held down many jobs in her life. Mother, wife, mother again, mother, mother, Wurzel Gummidge impersonator, psychiatric counsellor to to a man with terminal douchebagitis, mother, mother, worse dancer than a fat lass called – improbably – Niecy Nash, garbage collector, and mother. Excuse us a second…one, two, three…four, five, six, seven… [...]

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