I am way, way late here. (Note to self: mention where they can hear and/or buy album. Mention how fine the album is.) Somehow I manage to avoid writing about Chris every time the opportunity arises (perhaps out of a misguided inner sense of ethics – he is one of my closest friends and musical […]
I dunno. Sometimes man, I feel obsolete. This is from the press release. On paper, Ye Nuns are a tribute band. An all-girl celebration of The Monks, proto-krautrock garage punkers formed by a gang of American GIs stationed in Germany who legendarily sported tonsures and nooses on stage. But Ye Nuns are more than a […]
You missed out. Sorry, but that’s the bare truth of the matter. Here, have some reports. (Part one: the realisation.) “MOTHER! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO DANIEL JOHNSTON! DON’T YOU KNOW THE KIDS CARE WHAT YOU WEAR?” (Neil Noon) Here, have some music. I heard this from the street before walking into Horse & Groom. […]
Well why not, I thought to myself. Why, well not express appreciation for anger and determination and fire and verve well expressed. Well, why not express appreciation for a voice that – man it could knock those seagulls down from those gutters where they spend their time plotting against those without helmets, such is its […]
Sometimes, the concept is enough in itself. My head is still reeling from being around the psychedelic fountain.
I want to hear Beck songs played by elephants and by wind sculptures and London taxi cabs. Make it so!
You could watch KASMs with the sound off, and they’d still sound better than 98 per cent of their peers.
Worthing’s answer to the delicate, frayed English pop of Robert Wyatt – only shaken up and down, given a good stomping and bashed about gleefully