I mean everything’s cool and, (to quote Wymer from Vox von Braun), there are no problems, but… why on earth do the cars have to levitate above the tarmac tonight?
Continue reading “Incendiary go to Incubate, Tilburg, Saturday 21/9/13”
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I mean everything’s cool and, (to quote Wymer from Vox von Braun), there are no problems, but… why on earth do the cars have to levitate above the tarmac tonight?
Continue reading “Incendiary go to Incubate, Tilburg, Saturday 21/9/13”
Finally tiring of wondering when the singer’s going to stop acting like a villain from a Buster Keaton film and “get it on” and suck the blood of a virgin, we look around. It looks like a webmaster’s conference.
Continue reading “Incendiary go to Incubate – Tilburg – Friday 20/9/13”
It’s akin to listening to an audition to become NL’s number one flood defence warning system.
Continue reading “Copenhaarlem – SUB 071, Leiden, 10/9/13”
The Big Mango is a glorious mess, a true sonic jumble mixing all sorts of sounds that titillate the senses; at one turn it could be a Moondog record, at another it tries to convince you it’s a Soft Machine outtake.
Continue reading “Land of Kush – The Big Mango”
Dare comes along and lights a psychic firework in what I imagined to be an increasingly dull landscape.
Continue reading “Douglas Dare – Seven Hours EP”
So: if you like modulated synth patterns that hark back to a sort of (imagined) utopian era of cosmic rock, especially ‘73-77, you’ll eat this up.
Continue reading “Eats Lights Become Lights – Modular Living”
Villain doesn’t have to force her personality or her problems down your throat in an effort to show she’s trying or “solved shit” after all. This is what she’s made, and you dig it or you don’t.
Continue reading “Carmen Villain – Sleeper”
The sense of defiant melancholy is all over tracks like All This Time, or the incredibly catchy opener, The Wrong Way. It’s very Marc Almond.
Continue reading “Terror Bird – All This Time”
Yet despite these preparations. Despite my dreams. I was violated in an exhibition centre by four Geordies old enough to be my father. It wasn’t special or intimate, and certainly wasn’t how I’d imagined it.
Alone and a long way from home our tremulous author embarks on the dread journey home but is quickly distracted from the task at hand, taking solace in cancelled television programmes and ludicrous blockbusters starring Dennis Hopper, and he wonders why he spends his life scrawling nonsense in a garret rather than playing an active role in society.
Continue reading “Fear and Loving in Heaton Park: Part Nine – Park Life”