In any case Dirk Polak could sing over the top of an insurance advert and make it sound as if he was discussing Camus with his mates in the pub.
Sunwølf – Beholden to Nothing and No One
So, a wipe out of a listen; a right mix of things, but really great. Beholden to Nothing and No One lives up to its title in that the record is all-enveloping, something that could completely take over if you let it.
Fear and Loving in Heaton Park – Part Twelve – And so to Bed
When abstinence and excess had rendered me peanut brittle: as vulnerable as an altar boy hearing the sacristy door lock and the soft thud of liturgical vestments.
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Nikoo – Funsports
Nikoo have started to slowly inject their sound with a tougher set of sonic additives.
WOLVON – Bother EP
WOLVON are one of the most urgent and exciting things to come out of Holland in ages; if only for their upbeat “Kosmische” attitude and refusal to get caught up in the life-sapping balls of their surroundings.
Richard’s Record Round Up – May 2014
A whole pile of records that got missed due to my MA thesis deadline. Including Hubba Bubba, Zea, Khan, Ausmuteants, Candie Hank, Perfect Pussy, Tobacco, Protomartyr, Secret Cities, Ex-Cult and Olga Bell.
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Ian Humberstone and David Chatton Barker – Theo Brown and the Folklore of Dartmoor
Let me state now; the music on Theo Brown and the Folklore of Dartmoor is wild.
Donna Regina – Holding The Mirror For Sophia Loren
Brilliant, it really is the perfect set of miniatures. Get it, give it three or four plays and you’re hooked.
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Archie Bronson Outfit – Wild Crush
Spacier, druggier and more (ahem, sorry) “pastoral”; full of semi acoustic strums, passages of phaser and tappety drums. A music perfect for hunting crop circles.
The Amazing Snakeheads, Francois and The Atlas Mountains, Tolhuis Amsterdam 21/5/14
The singer Dale Barclay – wearing some gauzy snakeskin shirt and high-street chain bouncer’s kecks – prowled around like a dog locked up in a high rise.