An Archive of Incendiary Magazine 2002 – 2017
Why they agreed that wearing silver costumes on stage that look utterly off their heads was a good idea – in an “extended” Cosmic Joker/ your mates dressed as Earth Wind and Fire at a New Year’s Eve Party / acid head hospital patients kinda way – is beyond me.
Continue reading “Knollen en Citroenen 2 Multiplex and SUB071, Leiden 7/6/14”
See, WOLVON aren’t just this gonzoid bunch of Northerners whose sound reflects the fact that they wouldn’t know how to eat olives.
Continue reading “WOLVON, Nouveau Velo, Tijger Salto, OT301 Amsterdam 4/6/14”
It’s good to know that The Generator could add something genuinely different (musically, or in ambience, if nothing else) to Leiden.
Continue reading “Petrels and Talvihorros, The Generator, Leiden 30/5/14”
Damon McMahon comes on like Van the Man on Astral Weeks; wild, unhinged, preaching but seemingly vulnerable; working out stuff as he goes along.
A new Lust for Youth record! Before you wrap yourself up in your greatcoat and button up the top button of your last clean / dirty grey shirt, let me warn you; this one feels a lot more poppy.
Continue reading “Richard’s Record Review June 2014 Part The First”
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.
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.
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.
Continue reading “Fear and Loving in Heaton Park – Part Twelve – And so to Bed”
Nikoo have started to slowly inject their sound with a tougher set of sonic additives.
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.