Creature

Iain Kydd does various bits and bobs to make ends meet in Manchester UK, none of which are really worthy of note unfortunately. He has been making a god-awful racket on the drums since 1989, been reading comics ever since his drum teacher lent him an X-men book when he was nine, and been playing games on and off since Decathlon on his father’s Olivetti back in the mid-eighties.

Real exploration and participation into the internet proper only really began a few years back when, after several let downs from other parties, he decided to teach himself how to design a website for his band. Much has changed since those initial fumblings and much is still the same: he understands far more about the quasi-anarchic web than before, but still feels slightly displaced and out of time in it and wonders if this is just the way it is.

Not everyone in the world is a hip, up-to-the-second, jacked-into-the-matrix, media-junkie and many of us, rather than surfing the cusp of the cultural wave, are simply playing catch up, working through a backlog of recommendations, and dipping in to just about anything that takes our fancy from now back to whenever. So with that in mind, he’s not trying to be current with his blog and he’s not trying to get the scoop on anyone. In fact, he’ll probably purposely wait before commenting on things coming out about now – though by no means are current affairs completely off the table – so he can get a little bit of perspective on things, give it a little bit of breathing space. To be frank, there’s just an absolute ton of people and places out there feeding the insatiable beast of hype and coverage already; who needs another? So he will likely write about many things you haven’t even thought about in donkey’s years, even if they have already been flogged to death and sent to the glue factory. You’ve been warned.

When he’s not quietly drinking coffee and reading comics in the Battery Park Juice Bar, listening to podcasts, talking in the third person and generally pottering about, Iain can often be found at the free-improvisation jam night The Noise Upstairs when he can be bothered to lug his drum-kit down. (Pencil drawing on the header is by Mike Browning.)