This music is futuristic in feel; almost old fashioned in its total modernism. There’s nothing here – in spirit at least – that harks back to, or references anything.
Continue reading “Ital Tek – Control”
Morose, slothful, bug eyed and permanently in a state of vegetation on the couch, the tracks have – nevertheless – enough soul and intelligence to warm even the most morose Eeyore in a field full of thistles.
Continue reading “Crystal Stilts – Nature Noir”
This LP does what Étienne de Crécy’s music did in the late ’90s, openly identify and celebrate the here and now; or what New Order used to do, sugar coat the grimy, unpalatable stuff, with a bit of dry humour.
Continue reading “Cymbals – The Age of Fracture”
So, good, intelligent, fun pop with some startling highlights, mostly in the first half. Worth a listen? Oh for sure, for sure.
Continue reading “Hospitality – Trouble”
Well, it can’t entiterely escape sounding like a lot of bands coming out of Brooklyn, so you get that “trademark” adeptness at mixing up 17 Seconds Cure with Suicide and the Dinger beat.
Continue reading “Eraas – Initiation”
There’s something appeallingly grubby about the LP, an earthy sound that is suited to skulking round back alleys; you know, morose, a bit chippy but with a hell of a lot of front.
Continue reading “Fuzz – Fuzz”
Homespun is almost a dirty word to use in a review but here I feel it is appropriate as the record does capture the essence of sitting about in your own manor, watching time slip by.
Continue reading “Nathan Salsburg – Hard For To Win And Can’t Be Won”
This promo is like a (doubtless unintentional) Dutch take on those Godspunk compilations from Pumf records in Blackpool (unintentional because I would run naked through the streets of Leiden if anyone says they have all the Pumf compilations in NL)
Continue reading “YCR – Promo Sampler”
Those in need of a cuppa and a biscuit had better get one now, as there’s more monochrome psycho drama in store with French Playground, a track which charts the Algerian revolt of the 1950s.
Continue reading “Stranger Son – Last Days of Butterfly”
This LP should live in the real world of first dates and being sick after a party, and doing your smalls at the laundry, not looking to play out a role as the example of some Simmel-style deconstruction about musical spatiality and society.
Continue reading “Apneu – Hard Feelings”