
The NME was finally put out of it’s recent misery last week and published it’s final print edition after 66 sometimes glorious years. Like most people I think its Golden Age was when I was reading it which, in my case, was the years from Punk to New Pop. The names of Danny Baker, Julie Burchill, Ian Penman, and Paul Morley are in my personal pantheon of music writers and I can still remember lines from reviews and even whole articles that made a lasting impression like Danny Baker’s interview with The Jacksons, Tony Parsons hero-worshiping Bruce Springsteen, and Paul Morley’s Ian Curtis obituary.

It was an essential part of my late-teenage years and a lot of my attitude toward music even today was shaped by it. I occasionally picked up Sounds, Record Mirror, and Smash Hits (but never Melody Maker for some reason) if they had someone I liked on the cover, but the NME was the one I bought every Wednesday. It was clever, funny, often savage, and also introduced me to a world beyond music of films, books, and politics. Plus there was a usually brilliant Ray Lowry cartoon in every issue alongside great photography by the likes of Anton Corbijn, Pennie Smith, and Kevin Cummings.

I stopped reading it around 1986 because The Face was catering more to my interests by then so I can’t really comment on what it was like after that, but the sea of white rockers on recent covers suggests that they embraced the Laddish and Rockist end of Britpop and stuck with it to the end — hyping the Gallaghers, Pete Doherty, The Strokes etc. ad nauseum. This went against what it stood for in my day (Pete Wylie coined the derogatory term “Rockism” in an NME interview) and out of touch with the fact that the whole RAWK N’ ROLL attitude just seems dated, stupid, and reactionary now. It looked like they were trying to sell the paper to old geezers of my generation and not actual modern teenagers.

But I can understand why they had an identity crisis. Sad to say but you didn’t need the NME anymore. I used to buy albums before I’d even heard them if they got a good NME review (not always with positive results I have to say) but nobody has to do that these days. Nor do they need a list of tour dates, or even music news when a weekly will always be behind the up-to-second rate of the internet. Like a lot of paper publications they struggled to find their way in the new digital world (the NME website will keep going) but, rubbish as the later issues may have seemed, I’m still very sad to see it go. End of an era.

The 1977 version of The Clash’s “Capital Radio” was originally available on an EP that you could only get by mail order from the NME. The rest of the disk was taken up with Tony Parsons interviewing the band on the Tube (the underground railway not the TV show).
Download: Capital Radio – The Clash (mp3)