Monthly Archives: September 2009

times new viking: born again revisited (matador)

been sitting on this for a while now, unsure of what to make of it.  on first listen it smacked a bit of no-mans-land treading water stuck between stations bet hedging, dubious of either crossroads path, whether to continue with the distorto-hiss of yore (which they do) or clean it up a bit and have [...]

manicorn: s/t

it was one of those tuesday mornings where the weight of the day bore down preternaturally beforeupon waking, where the grimness of the forthcoming billowed up, slack and wet round ankles like so much gas filled frog spawn, where the bilious puffs of traffic spew and jagged ragged ribbon of other conversations flighted face-wards with [...]

some random shiggajon-erry

since i couldn’t make it along to psykick dancehall’s dane-a-thon at thirteenth note tonight here’s some shiggajon for yr aural pleasure… forklarelsen-paa-bjerget part one forklarelsen-paa-bjerget part two forklarelsen-paa-bjerget part three the fire sange i gul og rod on singing knives is all kinds of droning (not) free jazz fucked folk ace.  really.  it is.

found: that bit in the holy grail…

…where john cleese just keeps running at the camera, then stabs everyone in the castle… awesome! some vaguely related holy grail (funnier then life of brian (fact)) shenanigans below.

nodzzz: water wolves: captains rest: glasgow

much like the nodzzz songular output i’ll keep this suitably brevitous. glasgow.  get out the house more, eh.  there’s fuck all on the tv and nothing worth seeing in the pictures and i know there’s a credit crunch but fer chrissakes a mere fiver would have got you an evenings worth of ramshackle pop that’d [...]

lonnie bangford (a slightly retarded venetian snares?)

lonnie bangford is the most wonderfully shite name i’ve heard for a musical entity in a loooong while. it gets better.  he used to be dj coprophiliac.  hoho! he’s working on an album.  it’s called bonnie prince breakcore (wouldn’t you love to hear will oldham doing filthy breakcore).  well it amuses me fuckwits… so he [...]

last days of radio (lost and found)

ah the hidden treasures, lurking dusty behind shelves and in drawers and cupboards and shinyshinyboxes; in dvd cases, wrong cases, suitcases; used as bookmarks, balancing devices and in one case a stand for muppet toys.  all these lovely treats hidden away for me to find as part of some elaborate logistical orwellian nightmare i call [...]

fish tank (andrea arnold): a short review

ah the joys of poverty porn.  where chatterers gather in independent cinemas to gawk at how the underclass live. it’s all council estates and you fahking cunts and bad tattoos and tracksuits and shrieking and pitbulls and smashed dreams and attempted rapes.  hoho how we chortled at the nine year olds drinking cider and smoking [...]

jeremy jay: captains rest: glasgow

the last time i bought something from k records it was beat happening’s dreamy.  it was a rather worrying fourteen years ago.  i found them mostly an aural delight but their indie flimsy whimsy personas occasionally grating.  it was a world i infrequently dipped my toe into over the following two decades.   i still enjoy wearing cardigans and [...]

swayze’s dead…

continuing the eighties theme that seems to be creeping up round my ankles like so much neon sewage here, i’ll pay a brief musical tribute in this spare five minutes to one of the decades sterling performers. three things i dug about swayzees career: john milius’ demented p(r)opaganda piece, red dawn the mad genius of [...]

a too late catch up part three: monopoly child star searchers: son volt: bong / quttinirpaaq: neil young: sun araw / predator vision

in a wonderland they lie, dreaming as the days go by, dreaming as the summers die: ever drifting down the stream, lingering in the golden gleam.  life, what is it but a dream? monopoly child star searchers: prince of parrot shooters skaters spencer clark fifth generation magnetic tape floop and jungle clatter glued together by ethnicky [...]

a too late catch up part two: wilco: ducktails: pissed jeans: pontiak: mouthus / cousins of reggae

the white rabbit put on his spectacles.  where shall i begin, please your majesty? he asked.  begin at the beginning, the king said gravely, and go on till you come to the end: then stop. wilco: wilco (the album) a cheeky apt title for this bugger which is bit like a greatest hits composed entirely [...]

a too late catch up part one: mayyors: collider: snot rags: future of the left: gary war

here’s what you missed during my frequent dissapearances down the rabbit hole… mayyors: deads obscuro-release ultra stomp somewhere betwixt hospitals, coachwhips and the amrep roster of yore.  ten quid for ten minutes of music?  you fucking betcha.  ace!  y’ll need to google for a distro though.  and they don’t do the internets. collider: down in saturines in haste (and [...]

blah blah blah the beatles blah blah

dear news people, please remove yr lips from mccartney’s flaccid leathery cock and stop shamelessly hawking beatles rockband itunes merch. it’s not new.  it’s not news. it’s becoming tiresome. thanks, cajf

rusted shut: dead (load)

i had this dream recently where i pulled at a piece of string in my gob but the string actually went down my throat.  and the more i pull the string up and out my gullet the thicker it gets.  and because it starts choking me i can’t stop pulling at it.  repeat ad infinitum. [...]

candy claws: in the dream of the sea life (indiecater)

are you ready kids?  i can’t hear yooouuuu… somewhat of a nautical theme developing round here recently.  dunno if it’s a response / reaction to the fact it’s been grey and grim and swathed in se7en-esque squalls of murky rain for as long as far back as i can remember (which ain’t that far). like [...]

manual zombie: ice from the sun

schlock trashy mumbling badness here.  whacked out badhashish vibes and sweaty groans from locked rooms.  like if you pumped lou reed fulla mogadon and forced him to jam with some retarded version of monster magnet circa ’91.  mongoloid teenage hormones and stumbling jesus and mary chain klang and helter skelter rewrote by danzig with slasher mis [...]

nadja: v club: glasgow (in the redundant twitter stylee)

went to see nadja the other night.  was pretty ace.  drones n moans. 

dan melchior und das menace: obscured by fuzz (topplers)

damn that’s some devilish eyebrows… bit of dejavu here given the bumbling delays that dragged out my review of das menaces last record thankyou very much.  so at long last finally got round to pressing keys with digits for this piece of vinyl joy from the ever polyphiloprogenitive melchior. in contrast to the double lp of [...]

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