September 14, 1993
David Belcher seeks good vibes from Bad Vibes
HE’S a realist with a taste for irony is Lloyd Cole. This is most useful in the recordbiz where silliness abounds and wilful …
January 5, 1992
Lloyd Cole’s ambitions are anything but modest. In fact, after seven years of recording, the British singer and songwriter has a singular aim – to establish himself as a performer of progressive ambitions and durable accomplishments.
December 31, 1991
It had all of the makings of an ordinary Saturday morning in Detroit. The November chill was blowing the cold rain on the streets. I layed on my futon in …
December 20, 1991
Today’s issue: Does Lloyd Cole, a well-regarded singer-songwriter from Scotland and a sensitive, brooding wordsmith and pop craftsman, secretly hate women? “We have had people calling radio stations saying I’m a misogynist pig,” admits the softspoken Cole, on the phone earlier this week. “Which is quite amusing.”
December 1, 1991
TO PARAPHRASE the Bob Dylan song, Lloyd Cole threw it all away. Three years ago, the British singer-songwriter chucked ready-made stardom, his home country and his girlfriend for a new …
November 29, 1991
On his new solo album, “Don’t Get Weird On Me, Babe,” Cole devotes an entire side to a selection of string-laden pop ballads orchestrated by veteran conductor Paul Buckmaster, who has worked with Elton John and the late Miles Davis.
November 1, 1991
One of the oldest tales in showbiz is that Lloyd Cole plays' golf. People have made careers by humiliating the man because he prefers a leisurely round at Wentworth to a discobiscuit frenzy at Kinky Disco.
October 1, 1991
Lloyd Cole is a cheeseball. Plain and simple. How else do you account for strings (!) on his second release, Don’t Get Weird On Me, Baby (Capitol), and his Bobby …
September 22, 1991
AS soon as you heard the opening verse to Lloyd Cole’s very first single, you knew that here was a performer with more than the occasional John le Carre on …
August 31, 1991
…Don’t get weird on us, babe. Lloyd Cole has dumped those phoney pool-room postures and reverted to angsty, artistic type. Barbara Ellen finds him happy to be pretentious, slapping down …