I love good music especially good, well-produced music, and even more so if I happen to have known the person who made said music since I was at university.

Let me introduce you, dear friends, to ziggi. The new album –
‘i n t c’ to which she contributes her stunning and ever-awesome vocals (awesome in the real sense of the word), is, I have to say, a work of art. In fact, it’s more than that: it’s a masterpiece.

Should it get the publicity it most definitely deserves, it will blast a hole in the stomach of commercialism bigger than Jupiter’s Red Spot. And a bloody good thing, too. Too many people think being in a band is an easy route to big bucks. Umm, no. Let me clarify that, it ain’t.

This is where ziggi comes in. I’ve seen how hard she’s worked and, believe you me, making genuine, REAL music is no easy task. If the music press pass this one up, I will be forced to come to the conclusion that the people who run them and even those who write for them must be certifiably insane.

This music can pack out stadiums. Let ziggi prove, once and for all, that real talent shines through among the dross and it lasts and never leaves the person whom it inhabits. I’m going off on one. I can tell. But, though I would usually apologise, not this time. I’m not the least bit sorry for telling all who’ll listen about ziggi and I’m even less sorry for the blatant and unashamed plug which follows:

for lyrics the like of which you have no hope of finding anywhere else, go to ‘My Life On A Stick’. If you don’t do it now, I’ll follow your every move until you do. So, step to it.

by Dawn Laker