An Archive of Incendiary Magazine 2002 – 2017
Save the Linkse Kerk! Stop the Greedheads and emotionally stunted bores that proliferate in the Randstad wrecking yet another place where interesting things happen.
Continue reading “Club 3+2+1 Carusella, Julie Mittens, Kaspar van der Hoek Linkse Kerk, Leiden 31/”
And the night heralded a departure of sorts in that this evening was the first time at Sub 071 when I felt distinctly underdressed.
Continue reading “Red de Planeet, Zieke Ridders, DD/MM/YYYY Sub 071, Leiden, 29/10/08”
I mean, this LP, with its cover of a naked lady riding a merry go round elephant (or pig, it’s a bit difficult to discern); how could this release be anything less than brilliant?
Continue reading “Grails – Doomsdayer’s Holiday”
Strange, but, well, fabulous; that’s about the long and short of it. Strange and quiet too, only rarely do the decibel levels rise above sotto.
Continue reading “Juanna Molina – Una Dia”
Anything that Sufjan Stevens involves himself with is bound to be tuneful and interesting, non?
Continue reading “Welcome to the Welcome Wagon”
For those naiads and dryads who like something softer and more refined, I’d still check this out, if only for two stunning tracks from a surprising source.
Continue reading “Local Anesthetic – S/T (Various Artists)”
…this particular EP is somehow trying to span a gap between such unlikely bedfellows as Dick Dale and Bloc Party. Is that possible?
Continue reading “Surf City – S/T”
Now and again there’s the suspicion that they’ve been listening to classic electro/ambient (Spacelab by Kraftwerk springs to mind) but that’s not really a problem; how could it be?
Continue reading “Miwon – A to B”
Whilst superficially it might be enough to satisfy adolescent urges it isn’t like the real thing. You heard it here first: Holy Ghost Revival – a fat arsed Glaswegian stripper.
Continue reading “Holy Ghost Revival – Twilight Exit”
And despite the whole prog/jazz-fusion thing (which frankly would normally make me want to do a Van Gogh on my ear lobes) the sheer energy of the thing prevents it lapsing into the realm of the chin-stroking tosspot community.
Continue reading “Elephant9 – Dodovoodoo”