Monthly Archives: May 2009

black mekon: the phar’i-sees: the brutes: halt bar: glasgow

ah good christ with all this heat (well the scottish version of heat anyway) surely the last thing i need is two hours of proper old rhythm and blues and punked up fucked up garage mayhem, non? well yr wrong chump.  despite the temperature andvolume duking it out to see which could destroy me first [...]

monotonix: supersonic preview part three

in terms of sheer mad bastard entertainment yr unlikely to find much better than monotonix. somehow managing to combine the mental spectacle of backyard wrestling pandemonium with the distorto rawk of the mc5 or the sonics or zeppelin or the stooges. they do the lightning bolt thing of setting up and playing in the audience. [...]

vivian girls: male bonding: schnapps: stereo: glasgow

this week i also saw (but ran out of time to scrawl here on): vivian girls: love the record on the treasure trove that is in the red, all vaselinesey and ramonesey.  live it’s louderlouderlouder, distorto rawk from three very nice young instrument swapping ladies.  a barely intelligible noise pop version of the shaggs at [...]

group doueh: omar souleyman: sublime frequencies tour: stereo: glasgow

did i dance?  did i dance?  like a fucking fiend i did. it really don’t get much better than this.  like some bastard chimeric beast composed of ceilidh, rave, jimi hendrix, gospel, desert psyche fucking handclapping toetapping freakout. oof it was hot down there.  like the sahara itself.  which musta been nice for group doueh [...]

timothy c. holehouse: to the howls at midnight (dead pilot records)

this is the only thing dragging me away from the new (old) peter wright album.  it’s a bit like the same as but the exact opposite of snow blind.  no it don’t make no damned sense to me neither.  or niether according to unite (see yesterdays post).  it’s drone, yes, but instead of layering and [...]

bloody foreigners! (but at least they can write proper…)

don’t nobody check these badly scrawled linen sheets for grammatical inconsistencies?  ‘specially when yr on the news and all…

kristin hersh: king tuts: glasgow

she has a voice that sounds a bit like kisses and smoke and honey being poured hot and lovingly into yr skull.  she has a voice that’s all sandpaper rough and whisky smooth.  sweet and harsh and vulnerable and steel-bloody-strong.  she has a voice that is simultaneously childlike yet seems sometimes as if it comes [...]

bluesanct recording corporation: or nice things for your earholes

it goes a little something like this: my aim with the label is to release music by friends and people whose art i feel strongly about and to share these sounds with those around the world who need them… those who will listen and draw closer. and if that’s not the perfect bloody reason to [...]

last days of radio (shhhhhhhhh…)

there are quiet places also in the mind, he said meditatively.  but we build bandstands and factories on them.  deliberately – to put a stop to the quietness.  …all the thoughts, all the preoccupations in my head – round and round, continually … what’s it for?  what’s it all for?  to put an end to [...]

retribution gospel choir: captains rest: glasgow

unlike our dear old greedy, grubbing, public purse snatching, it’s-all-within-the-rules-bullshitting, moat dredging, house renovating, capital gains tax avoiding, lying hypocritical bastard politicians i dear readers can hold my hands up and say hey losers, i made a mistake. see when i first got hold of the retribution gospel choir record i pretty much dismissed it, [...]

peter wright: snow blind (install): the terrifying realisation we could be wrong (dirty knobby)

so, buncha new stuff fresh from farfaraway new zealand this month. firstly, the terrifying realisation we might be wrong 7” on dirty knobby. which is as existentially unsettling as the title suggests.  even the cover, a bleary washed out photo of an old woman nightmare, stares menacingly at me from some grim elseworld.  it’s a [...]

skaters: p.a.r.a: monopoly child star searchers: cca: glasgow

it started with a journey (as all stories do).  both physical and metaphysical. it started like some bastard canterbury tales with the hell-bus through the bloodfrothed gutters of glasgow.  it started with the demented shrieks of prepubescent harpies, blue wkd stains fresh on their overpainted lips, smokes in one hand, awkward nameless hate in the [...]

the rats: s/t (mississippi records)

it goes like this.  the weeds begat the lollipop shoppe.  the lollipop shoppe begat zipper.  zipper begat the rats.  the rats begat dead moon.  dead moon begat pierced arrows. yup, fred and toody have been at this since god were a boy.  garage rock, punk, psyche and country wheezes spread out over forty years.  and [...]

by aidan’s beard!

so i’m off to see aidan moffat and the best-ofs tomorrow.  are you?  if not, why not?  have you not heard his last two records?  they’re fucking ace. support from the fingertastic rm hubbert and chase music (who it turns out is aidan’s ginger arab other-half malcolm middleton).  performing a buncha acoustic covers i hear.  speaking [...]

skullflower: supersonic preview part two

noise, drone, free rock, doom, psyche, metal, ambient, stoner, electronics, kraut, sludge, industrial, europop.  mathew bower’s done them all with skullflower.  okay not europop.  but he has released vigintillions of records. which is, like, a lot. i have him to thank (among a few others) for the permanent damage to my abused ears. he’s been [...]

threshold houseboys choir: stereo: glasgow

good lord.  just yr average sunday night.  getting hold of a new (available at live shows kindof thing) throbbing gristle album.  oh and saying hello to peter christopherson. yup the threshold houseboys choir rolled into town.  the new project from the bloody nice throbbing gristle / psychic tv / coil / soisong fellow. oddly for [...]

fraction: moon blood

ah it’s not one of the original grail of two hundred.  it is however heavyheavy hundred eighty gram vinyl.  does look like the original, with the die-cut sleeve and blood red cellophane window.  ltd edition and numbered, just without the bastard ebay price tag. if you know anything about this record you probably know the [...]

burial hex / zola jesus split (aurora borealis)

good gravy this is a deranged beast of a record. two tracks from burial hex: go crystal tears with it’s vocal hysteria throbs, cut up hissing and synth vibrations reminds me in parts of john carpenter’s prince of darkness.  it’s a throat-torn incantation, a plea to the heavens for some dank obsidian fog to engulf [...]

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