During my recent sojourn to Old Blighty I had the pleasure of visiting the brilliant Tate Modern which houses some of the best collections of contemporary art in the world. On my tour of the building I became fascinated with a piece by Argentinean painter and sculptor Lucio Fontana called 'Waiting'. A spatial concept, in the simplest of explanations it is essentially a blank canvas with a deliberate tear slashed into it.

For an uncultured buffoon like myself, the piece offered up that old chestnut of a question: Is it actually art?

Instead of having the luxury of discussing the topic over a glass of brandy at the gentlemen's club, I had to make do with my nifty audio visual guide that objectively gave me a very good case for the affirmative.

This all leads me to the point I am trying to make: What some people may see as art, others may dismiss aswellnot. At the very least they just don't get it.

Pass The Time Machine is an album by American Charlie Slick. It seems I just don't get it. I was a child born in the 80s but not of the 80s. Frankie saying 'Relax' or Wham playing China means nothing to me compared to when Nevermind displaced Dangerous at the top of the charts in 1992.

Charlie Slick has a sound from the future (especially his instrumental pieces) but he also clearly waxes nostalgic with the synth-laden early 80s. Unfortunately his vocal abilities aren't up to snuff and you wonder if his time is better suited focussing on production.

Maybe I am leading you down the garden path and there is a market out there for Charlie's work. I guess it all depends on your view of art in the end. Mine doesn't involve recurring nightmares of someone turning the Atari 2600 on and off without inserting a game cartridge.