Stomping around the British country music scene…
Here's how to tell if you've fully crossed over to Country and will never find your way back (though why would you want to?) We know the obsession is not logical; you live in a British town, work in an office, and you were raised on Rock or maybe Motown. Yet even if, in the words of Randy Houser, you... Continue Reading →
A look down a tube carriage shows flashes of fringing and the odd authentic Stetson and we give each other the nod of secret, smug recognition. London Underground escalators become the red carpet to a surprising stream of cowboy boots. For once, the eagle-embroidered footwear, American flag t-shirt and satchel with the tassels are not a case of... Continue Reading →
