Three Kinds of Heavy

Black Sabbath

Black Sabbath

Vertigo, 1970

Le Noise

Neil Young

Reprise, 2010

Moxxy

Troyka

Edition, 2012

I love the London Jazz scene, but there really is more to it than the seemingly unbroken string of four-star reviews it seems to have notched up in its very own section of the Guardian. Sure, this music can be difficult. And if anyone covers that well, it's the Guardian. But while these players are completely dedicated to the cause, it is so important to remember that they are not in a world of their own. I have stayed up with some of these players until early hours of the morning listening to Bowie, to the Blues Brothers - I have seen them swap Bach scores and live Led Zeppelin DVDs: They were not raised in a bell-jar of Jazz. To listen to them as such - if that were even possible - would be an awful waste.

Parakeet

I remember watching that one-off, feature-length Doctor Who set in 1999. They had it wrong: According to their vision of the future, ambulances would still have wheels in 1999. I knew that couldn't be true. Even weirder, Sylvester McCoy was listening to a record. In 1999! And the record skipped. That was part of the show or something. I can't really remember.

Parakeet are a band that is covered in dirt and sings through a radio 17 years ago. But they are a band that sings. This is what was going in the future while pop music was fighting over itself.