Monthly Archives: July 2011

no age, chuck dukowski and keith morris spit out a buncha black flag songs

dukowski still a total fucking dude.

u.s. girls: if these walls could talk

palmist

loren connors with margarida garcia: on our way

ten minutes of creaking celestial gorgeousness. from the new album red mars. out on family vineyard 6th september. really looking forward to this one.

jerusalem and the starbaskets

all kindsa cross-pollination, travelled paths and snaking tendrils here. missouri via memphis via ohio. sun records via flying nun via columbus discount. those kinda classic rock moves as eviscerated by royal trux. peter laughner, with a country bent (less robert johnson, more uncle tupelo). james jackson toth loves them and it’s not hard to see [...]

brothers unconnected: wild world of animals

gabe is the devil: day glow freaks

this life can be very strange / all those dayglow freaks who used to paint the face / they’ve joined the human race / some things will never change oof. this is gonna be a source of consternation among some of the regulars. it’s the dan! kindofa obsessive compulsive pall hanging over this bugger, from [...]

pikacyu*makoto: om sweet home… (riot season)

this, this is all over the goddam place, in the best possible way. a gorgeous, glorious fucking racket. one whose constituent parts seem equal parts hair, neon and inner cosmic realignment. the tale of genesis reimagined as a pokemon cartoon and narrated by julian cope. it sounds not surprisingly a bit like acid mothers temple, [...]

garage issue 1

garage? bit ’77 innit? nah. garage is the good stuff — forever. flying nun pdf’ing all six issues of nz zine. first issue fulla verlaines, chills, tall dwarfs, dave kilgour goodies. making me want to get my photocopier chugging. there’s something so goddam tactile and beautiful about these old xeroxed relics. kinda feel like blogging [...]

your pleadings bore me!

dan melchior und das menace in 3d

the devilish one (and the menaces) in glorious stereoscopia…

matt valentine: what i became (woodsist)

not sure i got this at first. spent an age submerged in country stash and after that bugger’s layersuponlayers this seemed somewhat slight in comparison. eventually it clicked. this was shit to be teased out from behind the shield of beard. mv’s normally such a floozy. cavorting with a buncha different players on each record. [...]

byron coley & matt valentine: peskeomskut noisecapades: 05.02.11

mv & ee: country stash (three lobed)

yes! more transcendental blooze from the polyphiloprogenitive pair of valentine and elder. this is what, their fourth release this month, twenty third this year and six hundredth since they first plugged in and cranked up the reverb n echo? and it’s a doozey. stumbling and lumbering along all languid loose and fancy free like some [...]

enablers: blown realms and stalled explosions (lancashire and somerset)

moments. these are the beating bloody heart of blown realms & stalled explosions. snapshots of lives real and imagined; people, places, conversations, moods, captured. mosquito’s in amber. pages torn from diary. a kindof pointillist assemblage of intimate observations. reductionally what it is, is spoken word. what it is, is brooding rock. reductive to the point [...]

nochexxx: charro

the shadow ring: stella drive

babe, terror: preparing a voice to meet the people coming

i dont necessarily love rotting bodies, but there’s a texture to a rotting body that is unbelievable. have you ever seen a little rotting animal? i love looking at these things, just as much as i like to look at a close-up of tree bark, or a small bug, or a cup of coffee, or [...]

satan was a lesbian

snorkel: stop machine (slowfoot)

this is not my usual bag, but in my head this is kinda what i want tortoise to sound like. a lee perry / can / barry adamson society-esque shunt of sweaty chimeric propulsion. ejaculating drum led, funked up, dubbykrautyjazzyindustrialpunk repeato swagger into my willing earholes. yeah it sounds like three different continents, simultaneously. i [...]

ship canal: music and entertainment

it’s a tuesday morning hangover of a record. a kindof graceful/graceless disorientation. hazy and half remembered. morning after, mnemonic emergence. prefrontal cortex dreams of three a.m. open university screeds. dendrite paths guided by fritzing wires, frenetic and alphabetized; coiled, tangling, stumbling, slipping through grasping fingers. unclear connections. imperfect fits. succumbing to syntax and ellipses. tenuous [...]

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