Most the time, I have no idea what’s going on here. I was scrolling through recent acquisitions on my iTunes, playing and discarding songs within a matter of seconds. I often don’t recognise names, that’s not how it works. I was drawn to an album by a band called Sunday Painters: it had one track […]
Fly Ashtray are a curious bunch of outsiders. They’re always late to the party, and never quite the same.
I used to love their scratchy, fragile, poignant, personal music. They always seemed like scurrying little creatures bringing light to the deepest shadows.
Wrongness is an underrated virtue. Tunabunny revel in wrongness with all the grubby enthusiasm of a puppy rolling in mud and, puppylike, they come up bouncing.
You can almost lick the penguins.
You can hear elements of everyone that mattered … Swell Maps, New Age Steppers, This Heat, The Door And The Window, ATV, Twelve Cubic Feet, Robert Wyatt, The Raincoats, Arthur Russell, The Slits …