“Skunk, cos they’re not welcome and they always hang around my studio, and just like when you see a snail, you shout “oh fuck, there’s a skunk!” If you mess with them, they spray you and then it takes a good five days to get the bloody smell off – you have to take vinegar baths or something. ”
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Girlz – Women ahead of their time
“The bratty nature of some of the music gives it a real edge; there are no cock-heavy, male hang-ups present at all. I couldn’t imagine a contemporary male group making a good fist of Bow Wow Wow’s C30 C60 C90 Anda! for example, (or rather, I could imagine an extremely surly, humourless and self-pitying version). ”
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Back Catalogue – Joy Division
And then it happened – Curtis succumbed to his depression, the band was in tatters and the cult of Ian Curtis began to develop.
Incendiary January 2006 news
Why aren’t you listening – Neutral Milk Hotel
Neutral Milk Hotel were never a band in the traditional sense of the word, more a loose collection of musicians centred around lyricist/singer Jeff Mangum.
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Robert Elms: the way we wore.
When I think of ‘punk’ I think of Johnny Rotten sneering through ‘Pretty Vacant’, Elms probably thinks of the brand of shoe and make of jeans that ‘real’ punks wore. Hmmm… he is not winning me over is he?
Constantines – Tournament of Hearts
“Rather like two men in an argument, it keeps reiterating the same points over and over again, whether it be sotto voce or fortissimo. Sorry lads…”
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Neon Blonde – Chandeliers in the Savannah
“There are some sublime moments here, especially on the track Dead Mellotron, which is completely off the wall and is the proud possessor off lyrics such as “A dead mellotron in my basement cut in half by barbarians”. Fabulous.
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Tenuzu No Chiizu – Girls Like Us
Stylistically it is a record that is very reminiscent of Popol Vuh’s Hosiana Mantra, but rather less devotional and more sardonic in its tone.
Bohemians; what is so wrong with being clean and presentable?
Frankly, the music, the preponderance of olives on the menu, the shit art and over-use of galvanized metal in the furnishings, even the idiotic people themselves can carry on with my blessing. I am – contrary to popular received wisdom – a tolerant chap.
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