An Archive of Incendiary Magazine 2002 – 2017
Being the last Friday before Christmas, the local gasworks in Great Harwood naturally held its annual staff party in the nearest pub available. And, naturally, it was deemed that – as ever – the party should start with a late luncheon of pies and savouries at two o clock in the Royal public house, Great Harwood, Lancs.
Continue reading “The back catalogue of Scott Walker – part 1”
"Suddenly, after the music was all over, Incendiary got its second wind and decamped to a bar of choice with some band or other to talk about Evelyn Waugh and cheese. Weird eh? "
Continue reading “London Calling part 2 – Paradiso, Amsterdam – 1/04/06”
“I do like the slightly obscure stuff, in the British eccentric tradition. The Groundhogs just did their own thing. A lot of people said that they thought we were from Norway, which we quite liked! ”
Continue reading “Incendiary speak to The Archie Bronson Outfit”
“And finally, finally, get fucking RID of Giel Beelen as an on-stage presenter. His introduction to Be Your Own Pet was smug, patronising, ever so slightly sexist and idiotic, in that he had no idea who they were. ”
“Like the all the best one dimensional pop records this should be overplayed for a month, enjoyed for a while longer and then filed away, ripe for rediscovery a few years down the line.”
Continue reading “The Concretes – Concretes in Colour”
Hello good people!
“There’s been a lot written recently about the psychedelic folk music coming out of Finland. Well – relatively, at least. ”
Continue reading “Shogun Kunitoki – Tasankokaiku”
“Warm, witty and incredibly humane this is the best work that Adem has produced so far.”
Continue reading “Adem – Love and Other Planets”
“If you like your music up tempo and thrashy and throw away then this is our recommendation for the month. ”
Continue reading “The Beautiful New Born Children – Hey People!”
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A phrase that always reminds me of the scene in Johnny Depp’s Ed Wood film where the Bella Lugosi character is seen sat, immobile apart from flamboyant hand movements, in front of a moving backdrop of rampaging buffalo repeating the same phrase for all he’s worth.