This was the last track we mixed in the hours just before dawn. First light was starting to illuminate the low, wispy mist that had settled on the fields beyond the windows of the control room. All hands on the faders, following Ken’s guidance, working together as a team.…

He’s probably lost some of the casual Soft Cell fans for whom his immersion in drug culture and S&M dungeons is a bit too dark. Indeed I’d venture that for the vast majority of devotees here tonight, their only encounter with opium has been from a perfume bottle.…

Their machines might be programmed, but it’s what they are programmed with - fear, anger, paranoia and bleak premonitions - that gives these dance rhythms their unsettling edge.…

Siouxsie herself looks stunning, in a high bodice with what looks like a belt of many, many strips of fine leather which reach down to her calves. They jerk and leap like electric eels as she dances...…

This Icelandic saga played out in the music weeklies throughout the spring and summer of last year. A gripping tale of escape, exile, brotherhood and betrayal, like Puzo with puffins.…

The stage here is very high indeed - anyone planning a fan invasion will need rope and crampons. It sits imperiously above the stalls like an Aztec temple. Appropriately enough, as three and a half thousand Scots scream their approbation, ready to sacrifice themselves to the metal gods.…