Both bands contributed to a great night, and a lot of new people turned up and realised that there is another world outside the 3fm bubble that is actually a creative drip-feed for it.
Continue reading “Crows, St Tropez, SUB071, Leiden 21/7/15”
The gig was also sort of dressing up game indulged in by two grown men whilst singing about your pals, eating, sailors, and bodybuilding.
Continue reading “Ein Abend Mit Kapitein Rummelsnuff, WORM, Rotterdam 8/7/15”
WORM had filled up nicely with a mix of Ethiopians, trendies, part time punks and Roffa dossers, existentialists, and the odd emissary from the world music chin-stroker club.
Continue reading “The Ex, Fendika, WORM, Rotterdam 10/7/15”
One day, I promise, I will get bored about writing about Rats on Rafts. But not yet. Rats are unstoppable at the moment.
Continue reading “Plein Open Goes Bazart Goes Paard van Troje 25/7/15”
Some of my Dutch pals look at me like I’ve just announced that I’ve converted to satanism when I say I love Frans Bauer.
Continue reading “A Memory of Some Free Festivals – Houtfest and Park Pop 2015”
Somehow things ended and a room full of people with a second wind ran around wondering what on earth to do next. Some night!
Continue reading “King Ayisoba, Blue Crime, Spoelstra – AA NIght, Gebr de Nobel Leiden 26/6/15”
For me, and without in any way wishing to sidestep these narrative cornerstones, the charm of Jolly Lad (and for all the heavy stuff, it is a book filled with charm and that particular South Lancs/Scouse whimsy) is in its telling. It’s tricksy.
Continue reading “John Doran – Jolly Lad”
Tobias’s LP is a magnificent follow up to his Impossible Cities 1 & 2, somehow going much further than those to records, and having more of a spacey, Eno-esque feel to it.
Continue reading “Todd Tobias – Tristes Tropiques”
Such is the record’s jigginess, I feel the need to oil the wheels, to cross the Rubicon and start ordering you to spend your Ambitious Working People’s Allowance on this…
Continue reading “One More Grain – Grain Fever”
An army of lost souls to rival Aragorn’s Wight Army in Lord of the Rings; bands whose members still flit through the sodden crevices and dingy folds of the Pennines.
Continue reading “Flies on You – etcetera”