An Archive of Incendiary Magazine 2002 – 2017
These new King Champion Sounds tracks DO feel like night time drives round grimy urban centres, and in that are far more wide ranging and multifacetted in scope and ambition than the ones on their breezy debut LP.
Continue reading “King Champion Sounds – Songs For the Golden Hour”
Their ultimate gift to us is their ability to make music that pulls away at the odd loose thread in the settled pattern of Dutch life. You won’t really notice it at first listen but they do.
Continue reading “Nouveau Velo – Nouveau Velo”
It’s interesting watching people watch a Cosmic Dead gig, too. For sure there are those who participate in the band’s hyperactive onstage frenzies. But there are many who seem to slip away in a trance, and sit or sway whilst staring into space.
Continue reading “Incubate 2014 – Day 2 Friday 19/09/14”
This was a boatload of Dutch Long Hairs and Sonic Vandals brought together by the lads from Dead Neanderthals. Lined up in two banks of four they proceeded to question time itself by nailing their demands on the gates of the Underworld.
Continue reading “Incubate 2014 – Day 4 Sunday 21/09/14”
Given all of this multidisciplinary jostling you can see that Holly Herndon’s gigs can be some sort of well behaved battleground of the senses; something that, on this night, was made all the more compelling/confusing with her crazy visuals.
Continue reading “Incubate 2014 – Day 1 Thursday 18/09/14”
Despite it being deserving of reams of text as to its making, you can just enjoy the utter sensuousness of Catalogue des Arbres.
Continue reading “Michał Jacaszek & Kwartludium – Catalogue des Arbres”
…you can pay attention and examine the miniscule joins and progressions in these songs or you can allow the whole thing to flow around you like some beautiful mist.
Continue reading “Vashti Bunyan – Heartleap”
This is the sound of the Netherlands I half-love despite my intermittent (self-loathing) raging against it; attractive and nice, decent to the core, open with its emotions, not afraid to playfully throw back all the bluster in a poppy, fun, and ultimately practical manner.