I loved them because they understood that boy-boy rock and practising too much and acting all serious and sullen on stage was absolute rot.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
Such a wonderful night out. My third gig of 2012.
Trixie’s Big Red Motorbike were so twee they were beyond twee.
fluttering wing-movements and stuttering synth breaks and fluting woodwind and those stunning voices
Jason Baxter sent me the following questions as part of his research for an article he was writing for the Tacoma/Olympia alternative weekly, The Weekly Volcano. The article has since been published, under the title Revolution Girl-Style: Then and Now. How did you hear about Morgan And The Organ Donors and Weird TV? Do you make […]
The echo is sullen. The harmonies are anything but. The guitar sound is very early Creation and pure Shop Assistants
“Each time we play live we always repeat the magic words ‘punk rock, punk rock’ to each other just to reminds ourselves why we’re here”
Initially, I’d dismissed their album Teatime Favourites as flimflam – thin, weedy-sounding, doing for female C86 what countless generations of boys have done for their male counterparts, like Talulah Gosh with all the punk removed – and I still can’t entirely get past quite how much the singer sounds like Amelia, or the drums clatter […]
There’s a new Dolly Mixture box set out. Hand on heart, I’m not sure you’ll be purchasing it. It’s 20 quid, which doesn’t seem so bad for three CDs, 56 songs, a 32-page booklet and sweet Mod packaging, and it includes the Demonstration Tapes album and all the singles and B-sides of course, and it’s all […]