It's retro record reviews. Gasp in awe as Darren Gawle reviews the classics.
from SGZ #5

The Smiths - Hatful of Hollow: What more needs to be said? Morrissey has this eerie ability to speak for everyone who's ever watched the someone they fancy end up dating a complete prick.

The Velvet Underground - White Light/White Heat: "I Heard Her Call My Name" makes for perfect nihilist-depressive listening while "The Gift" should claim a place in your personal mythology of broken relationships.

Billy Bragg - Talking With the Taxman About Poetry: The inclusion of this album stands as more of a historical footnote than anything. You see, we used to have this thing called Communism which was in vogue during the mid-1980's. In real terms, it meant that even the saddest nerd could spout off a ton of socialist rhetoric--sounding vaguely cool in doing so-- and hundreds of single women would instantly want to rip off their clothes and administer him carnally for days on end. God damn that Gorbachev.

Led Zeppelin - Pretty much everything they released: Historical footnote #2. In grade 8, I wore rugby pants and had greasy hair and acne. I also listened to a lot of Led Zeppelin. I also remained a virgin for quite a long time. You do the math.

Kate Bush - The Hounds of Love: Intelligent women dig Kate Bush, so acquaint yourself with her back catalogue (most of which you should be listening to anyways). When she starts expounding on the beauty of "The Ninth Wave," don't blow it by trying to draw a parallel to White Zombie.