This webpage contains links to all of the pieces I have written thus far for Universal's uDiscoverMusic website, under the pen-name of Oregano Rathbone.

'it’s a source of some professional pride that I managed not to blurt forth a confession that only The Monkees were capable of replacing Batman in my affections as a five-year-old in late 1966. Nor did I mention that it was playing Monkees albums back-to-back which provided solace a decade or so later during my first hangover, on a rainy Sunday following a toga party the previous night that had seen me plummet rather disgracefully out of a loft, clad only in a dog blanket.'

'Make It Easy On Yourself, My Ship Is Coming In and The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore laid the ground for mass submission to Scott Walker’s stricken but kingly baritone. This unnaturally resonant instrument was punted into the realm of divinity by cavernous Cinemascope arrangements doused in oceanic reverb. Never has “loneliness” sounded so like an aspiration.'

'This was implicit Grand Guignol: no props were involved, but Waters' chillingly convincing screams befouled audience gussets regardless. And the song's protagonist just had to be called "Eugene", didn't he? The kind of effete fop, familiar to devotees of Hammer and Amicus films, who would have an axe lying about in his inherited manse.'

'Running from Tuesday, March 13 to Thursday, March 15 2018 at the ExCel, London, this year’s Oceanology International (Oi) London event – highlighting technological developments including robotics, autonomous systems and advanced sensor technology – is on course to provide a thorough interdisciplinary forum for the exchange of ideas and solutions from industry professionals.'

'At the time of recording, XTC were road-hardened to the point where their pores secreted pure tungsten: the Pillars Of Hercules have the structural integrity of drinking straws next to Black Sea’s muscular ensemble performances.'

'Some pieces can be appreciated on a more basic level, should listeners wish to park their intellect for a spell. The twittering, peeping electronics and vertiginous sine waves of 1973’s Kyldex – unissued excerpts from a three-and-a-half-hour “cybernetic opera” – are manna for lovers of early polyphonic synths; or, indeed, anyone for whom the Clangers moonscape exerts a powerfully nostalgic gravity of its own.'