Chris Todd


When I was a little boy I wanted to be a rock and roll star. I had the hair, I had the skinny jeans (all poor kids up North had tight jeans, it wasn't a fashion statement) and the cheekbones. But like most people who end up in music criticism, I had zero musical talent, so judge those who do to get over the fact I can't. I’ve done this since ’92. During that time I've 'looked after' Oasis in Leeds, burped (on her request) in Bjork's face, interviewed Lauryn Hill, told Ice-T he had a girl's name to his face, and been kicked off stage by Henry Rollins. I'm pretentious enough to believe music sounds better on vinyl, and can give detailed explanations as to why in the time it takes you to (rapidly) get away.