Audio and Tech Copy and Content
James Grimshaw
Copywriter // Freelance Journalist // Creative
United Kingdom
West Yorkshire-based writer and musician, with fingers in many editorial pies.
United Kingdom
West Yorkshire-based writer and musician, with fingers in many editorial pies.
Audio and Tech Copy and Content
The Dali Sonik 1 are crystal clear, fathoms deep and sound at least twice their size
The Sonus Faber Concertino G4 may cost a pretty penny, but they look and sound every penny too...
We spend a lot on our turntables and record collections, so don't leave them to gather dirt and grime. Here's my top tips and product recommendations
The Donner DBM-100 looks and feels like a handheld games console - but is it just as much fun to use as it looks?
The Audio-Technica Sound Burger is a delightfully moreish morsel of retro-styled, portable record-playing magnificence
A review commission from TechRadar/Future Publishing.
I road-tested a range of the best musician-friendly earplugs, from Alpine, ACS, Minuendo and more - these are my recommendations from budget to moulded
An editorial guide on starting to play the acoustic guitar, commissioned by Guitar World/Future Publishing
A commission for the London Evening Standard's ES Best section, rounding up the best electronic drum sets for beginners.
Drinks Writing
We explore the diverse and exciting world of honey wines, from traditional meaderies to innovative modern brews
A round-up review commission from BBC Good Food, taste-testing the best English whiskies.
A commission for the London Evening Standard's ES Best section, taste-testing great Shirazes
Music Journalism
Album review for Post-Trash.
It's a nerve-wracking five minutes as this interviewer ping-pongs between the disparate denizens of Belgrave's mid-sound-check Music Hall in search of the elusive 'Joe', ostensibly in charge of whisking me backstage to meet the evening's headline. Anonymous Records-signed electronic duo Polo are triggering samples on the stage while I get rebuffed by the third not-Joe...
We arrive at Duke Studios' little-known Sheaf St. Cafeteria after a 45-minute wander through the fresh squabble of Wednesday night's hopeful drunks and yet-to-bes. The squawk of Fibre's hen-party smokers fades to nothing as we cross the Aire, and even the reliable shunt-and-wheeze of Leeds' constant bus traffic gives way to silence by the time we reach The Tetley.
