Many is the time that I've been sniffy about Q magazine over the years, dismissing it as tedious, boorish, obsessively inoffensive, up Bono's arse, the print embodiment of rolling up the sleeves of one's jacket, the sort of thing Ocean Colour Scene would do if they were journalists, the music mag for people who don't really like music. But maybe I'm mellowing in my old age, and starting to realise that it is, in fact, the premier popular music periodical on the planet. This has nothing to do, of course, with the fact that they've awarded Welcome to the Machine four stars in their current issue, describing it as "highly readable", "provocative" and "seductive". Crikey.
With that, and all the nice things various bloggers have already said about it (even to the extent of posting pictures of themselves reading it - no, really, they do, I thought there was a law against that sort of thing) I'm quite a happy little hack. I can even overlook the views of one 'qwerrie' who suggested on the ateaseweb Radiohead fan site that "Tim Footman's new book will definitely sucks (and his previous one -- Radiohead Documentary -- suxed, too)".