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''This article is about Mark Beaumont the journalist. For other uses, see [[Mark Beaumont (disambiguation)]].''
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'''Mark Beaumont''' is a British music journalist who has written for publications such as the weekly [[NME]] and (now-defunct) [[Melody Maker]] and the monthly music & film magazine [[Uncut (magazine)|Uncut]].

==Career and writing style==

Beaumont's writings have predominately appeared in the [[NME]] where he has written numerous reviews and interviews since 1996 and has also functioned as the magazine's letters page editor. Considered by NME editor [[Conor McNicholas]] to be one of the title's "star" writers, Beaumont has frequently been assigned the task of reviewing latest releases and gigs from high-profile artists ([[Arctic Monkeys]][http://www.nme.com/reviews/arctic-monkeys/7759], [[Black Rebel Motorcycle Club]][http://www.nme.com/reviews/5990.htm], [[Coldplay]][http://www.nme.com/reviews/coldplay/7681]).

In his writings, Beaumont has often favoured a caustic, confrontational and at times humorous prose style, especially when writing on artists or records that he doesn't hold a particularly high regard for.

On the [[Moldy Peaches]]' "County Fair/Rainbows" single -

{{cquote2|I take it all back about Ballboy. They really are a glistening wonder of the modern world next to this pair of despicable, juvenile comedy c---s. Dressing like Merry Men and five foot rabbits, drinking your own widdle in cocktails and singing about defecating into condoms is marvellous behaviour if your band happens to rock like Belzebub's jiggling wrecking-ball bollocks.

But if, like Moldy Peaches on their new single, it resembles a mentally retarded [[They Might Be Giants]] with their heads in a bucket of cold sick, you deserve to have the words 'FUCKING STUDENTS' carved three inches deep into your face with your own 'wacky' plastic arrowhead. And if I find out it's not even rag week I'll have your sorry bunny arses for a hat. Twats.<ref name=mpeaches>, M. Beaumont, [http://www.nme.com/reviews/6219 ''Moldy Peaches'']</ref>}}

On the [[Damon Albarn]]'s "Democrazy" solo effort -

{{cquote2|'Democrazy' - a bundle of no-fi micro-tunes and rhythmic arsing about recorded entirely in hotel rooms on [[Blur (band)|Blur]]'s recent US tour - is the most pointless and self-pitying of vanity projects, containing practically nothing that you, I or any card-holding member of [[S Club Juniors]] couldn't bash out in ten minutes if handed a broken drum machine, some tablas stuffed with blancmange, a large tin bucket and a handful of [[mogadon]]."<ref name=dalbarn>, M. Beaumont, [http://www.nme.com/reviews/damon-albarn/7240 ''Democrazy'']</ref>}}

He is particularly known among regular [[NME]] readers for his intense dislike of [[Interpol (band)|Interpol]], even going so far as to begin his review of an [[Editors (band)|Editors]] gig with -

{{cquote2|"They're the worst band on the planet, a tuneless, talentless shower of [[Joy Division]] copyist fuckwits. Their whining, dreary, two-note-monotone singer sounds like a cancerous baboon having his tonsils amputated and they should, by act of law, be dragged cock-first into the nearest ditch, shot in the head with a bolt gun and have their entrails fed to diseased rats. And their new album is unmitigated dogshit. They're called [[Interpol (band)|Interpol]] and may they never be mentioned in the same breath as the mighty, immaculate [[Editors]] ever again."<ref name=editors>M. Beaumont, [http://www.nme.com/reviews/editors/8627 ''Editors']</ref>}}

Beaumont has been a consistent champion of cult indie band [[Mansun]], frequently being the only journalist to write approvingly of them from 1998 onwards as well as contributing a band biography to the liner notes of their posthumous album [[Kleptomania (album)|Kleptomania]].

{{cquote2|FACT: it is impossible to define or pigeonhole Mansun because, with every twist, turn and unexpected harpsichord interlude they laugh in the face of indie and gob at tradition. FACT: Mansun are one of a handful of visionaries who are working to drag pop's head from its own sphincter and show it that there is more to achieve in music than a Norman Cook remix.<ref name=mansun>M. Beaumont, [http://www.nme.com/news/mansun/365 ''Mansun']</ref>}}

==Controversy==

In April 2007, Beaumont found himself at the centre of a media storm when [[NME]] magazine published his now-infamous interview with [[Keith Richards]]. Beaumont had asked Richards what the strangest thing he had ever snorted was,<ref name="uncut0707p55">{{citation |title=Snortergate:The True Story (Interview with Mark Beaumont) |magazine=Uncut |publisher=IPC Media |date=September 2007 |page=pg. 55}}</ref> and quoted him as replying:

{{cquote2|My father. I snorted my father. He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn't have cared, he didn't give a shit. It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive.<ref name="nme030407">{{cite web |title=Exclusive: Keith Richards: 'I Snorted My Dad's Ashes' |publisher=New Musical Express |date=[[03 April]] 2007 |url=http://www.nme.com/news/the-rolling-stones/27515|accessdate=2007-04-04 |}}</ref>}}

Amid the media uproar that followed, Richards' manager claimed the remark had been made in jest,<ref>{{cite news |url=http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1556258/20070403/rolling_stones.jhtml|title=Did Keith Richards Really Snort His Dad's Ashes? No — It Was A Joke!|publisher=[[MTV]]|date=[[2007-04-03]]}}</ref> but Beaumont told the BBC Radio 4 ''Today'' programme that he believed Richards had been telling the truth, adding that "He did seem to be quite honest about it. There were too many details for him to be making it up".<ref name="KeithRichards">{{cite news |title=Stones Star Denies Snorting Ashes |publisher=BBC News |date=2007-04-04 |url=http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/6524661.stm |accessdate=2008-02-29 }}</ref> He later told ''[[Uncut (magazine)|Uncut]]'' magazine that the interview had been conducted by telephone and that he had misquoted Richards at one point (reporting that Richards had said he listens to [[Motörhead]], when what he had said was [[Mozart]]), but that he still believed the veracity of the ash-snorting anecdote.<ref name="uncut0707p55"/> Richards later confirmed in an interview with ''[[Mojo (magazine)|Mojo]]'' magazine that he had, in fact, snorted his father's ashes - with no cocaine mixed in - before burying them under an oak tree: "I said I'd chopped him up ''like'' cocaine, not ''with''."<ref name="mojo0907">{{citation |title= Keith Richards: The Mojo Interview |last=Doyle |first=Tom |magazine=Mojo |publisher=EMAP Performance Ltd. |date=September 2007 |page=pg. 60 }}</ref>

==Notes==
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==External links==
*[http://www.nme.com/blog/index.php?blog=58] - Beaumont's "Raving Reporter" NME Blog


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