David Stubbs
@davidstubbs.bsky.social
Writer. Mr Agreeable in a previous life. Author of, among others, Fear Of Music: Why People Get Rothko But Don’t Get Stockhausen (Zero) and Different Times: A History Of British Comedy (Faber)
From The Office to degenerating into the nasty, punchdown, scoffing, comedically clueless, transphobic patron saint of wankers you are today. James Acaster called you out for the worse than worthless "edgelord" that you are. But you're too remote, too doubledown, too stupid to take that on board.
November 3, 2025 at 10:33 PM
From The Office to degenerating into the nasty, punchdown, scoffing, comedically clueless, transphobic patron saint of wankers you are today. James Acaster called you out for the worse than worthless "edgelord" that you are. But you're too remote, too doubledown, too stupid to take that on board.
The magisterial final paragraph of NME's review of The Beatles' Sergeant Pepper, 1967. Not so much hip young gunslingers as Pathe News Bulletin.
September 28, 2025 at 9:26 PM
The magisterial final paragraph of NME's review of The Beatles' Sergeant Pepper, 1967. Not so much hip young gunslingers as Pathe News Bulletin.
h/t @mrpmharrison.bsky.social. "Crowds"! This is almost literally two men and a dog.
August 25, 2025 at 6:58 PM
h/t @mrpmharrison.bsky.social. "Crowds"! This is almost literally two men and a dog.
Help! I can't access my Facebook account. When I try to open it, I get this image - suspiciously, it says the account was locked in 2022. And when I try to go through the verification process to change my PW and press "continue" nothing happens . . . help!
August 14, 2025 at 10:32 AM
Help! I can't access my Facebook account. When I try to open it, I get this image - suspiciously, it says the account was locked in 2022. And when I try to go through the verification process to change my PW and press "continue" nothing happens . . . help!
Think about this image every now again. The salt mountains in the Zagros mountain range of Southern Iran. The things on this earth.
July 13, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Think about this image every now again. The salt mountains in the Zagros mountain range of Southern Iran. The things on this earth.
This Guardian pic of Rayner captures something truthful - the veneer of “I’m a blunt talking Northern lass so I must be salt of the socialist earth” peeled away. Seen, and knowing she is seen.
July 12, 2025 at 5:58 PM
This Guardian pic of Rayner captures something truthful - the veneer of “I’m a blunt talking Northern lass so I must be salt of the socialist earth” peeled away. Seen, and knowing she is seen.
Post yourself from a different era. Me, 1988.
July 6, 2025 at 8:03 PM
Post yourself from a different era. Me, 1988.
Winston Churchill in 1936, aged 62. Me, 2025, the same age. ROCK is the secret of ETERNAL YOUTH!
April 12, 2025 at 6:46 PM
Winston Churchill in 1936, aged 62. Me, 2025, the same age. ROCK is the secret of ETERNAL YOUTH!
There's a real early 80s post-industrial electronic album cover vibe about my Russian visa from 2018. "Eastern Rising - Communiqués From The Far Future. Recorded at Western Works, October 1981."
April 11, 2025 at 5:15 PM
There's a real early 80s post-industrial electronic album cover vibe about my Russian visa from 2018. "Eastern Rising - Communiqués From The Far Future. Recorded at Western Works, October 1981."
Great riposte to the latest anti-trans bullshit going viral. Anti-trans people - some of the worst in the world.
April 10, 2025 at 10:13 PM
Great riposte to the latest anti-trans bullshit going viral. Anti-trans people - some of the worst in the world.
At long last, someone's had the guts to stand up to the asexuals, a group who have had it far too easy for too long, weirding us out. Make them fuck, that's what I say.
April 7, 2025 at 3:04 PM
At long last, someone's had the guts to stand up to the asexuals, a group who have had it far too easy for too long, weirding us out. Make them fuck, that's what I say.
Me, in the Sixth Form common room. 1981, I guess.
March 5, 2025 at 10:56 PM
Me, in the Sixth Form common room. 1981, I guess.
Aww, my daughter Alisha was thrilled when I texted her the image of the credit I gave her at the end of my Charli XCX column in Record Collector. I got the most elongated "ooooooommmmmgggggggggg!!!!" ever. There will doubtless follow a discussion about the fee for "advice and guidance".
January 28, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Aww, my daughter Alisha was thrilled when I texted her the image of the credit I gave her at the end of my Charli XCX column in Record Collector. I got the most elongated "ooooooommmmmgggggggggg!!!!" ever. There will doubtless follow a discussion about the fee for "advice and guidance".
I was sent a photo from which this image is extracted in 1980 as a sixth former and I won't lie, I think I look good. Ron Mael, Richard H Kirk, Midge Ure, Prince all feeding in. Also, a twit. But good.
December 23, 2024 at 10:04 PM
I was sent a photo from which this image is extracted in 1980 as a sixth former and I won't lie, I think I look good. Ron Mael, Richard H Kirk, Midge Ure, Prince all feeding in. Also, a twit. But good.
My little boy, dreaming of Santa.
December 19, 2024 at 7:54 PM
My little boy, dreaming of Santa.
Camberwell has a planet.
December 9, 2024 at 12:29 PM
Camberwell has a planet.
Even when fans of Liverpool FC unfurl mawkish, exceptionalist, smug nonsense like this, the fact remains that Liverpool is the best part of the country.
December 1, 2024 at 10:15 PM
Even when fans of Liverpool FC unfurl mawkish, exceptionalist, smug nonsense like this, the fact remains that Liverpool is the best part of the country.
In the back of a cab to Heathrow, interviewing Eric B & Rakim for Melody Maker, 1987. Pics by Richard Bellia.
December 1, 2024 at 5:40 PM
In the back of a cab to Heathrow, interviewing Eric B & Rakim for Melody Maker, 1987. Pics by Richard Bellia.
Post yourself from different era. 1988, the Melody Maker party, with Skinny Puppy. Drunk as fuck, with gallons yet to go. Truly, me and my Maker mates felt like we were kings of the world.
November 20, 2024 at 11:24 PM
Post yourself from different era. 1988, the Melody Maker party, with Skinny Puppy. Drunk as fuck, with gallons yet to go. Truly, me and my Maker mates felt like we were kings of the world.