An Archive of Incendiary Magazine 2002 – 2017
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.
Continue reading “Richard’s Record Round Up – May 2014”
Let me state now; the music on Theo Brown and the Folklore of Dartmoor is wild.
Brilliant, it really is the perfect set of miniatures. Get it, give it three or four plays and you’re hooked.
Continue reading “Donna Regina – Holding The Mirror For Sophia Loren”
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 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.
This show is one of the best I’ve seen from the Bunnymen for yonks, maybe the last decade and a half. The reason? Well, there’s just something in the air, as Thundeclap Newman so quaintly put it.
Continue reading “Echo & the Bunnymen, Rats on Rafts, Tivoli Oudegracht, Utrecht 8/5/14”
Laraaji set up a Zen vibe – his famous “internal orchestra” no less, and matters got way out; we were lost by some rippling brook, wandering through a collective unconscious. Mrs Incendiary said “this is what cats dream when they’re happy”.
Continue reading “Le Guess Who? May Day – Utrecht 24/5/14”
Needless to say the room loved it; and an incredible moshpit of slumming academics, street scruffs from Amsterdam, earnest vegans, journos in love with cheap booze, rentapunks, music bizz types and Antwerp scallies threw each other around with total abandon. Jeez, even one of the academics John Robb had given an ear wigging to was making selfies behind the vortex of flesh, sweat and cheap Aldi beer.
Continue reading “Cultuur Barbaar Festival Leiden 15/5/13 – 17/5/13”
Suu often sounds like some high gloss mid-eighties record – the sort of Art of Noise mash up, albeit that bit weirder, more in tune with the whacked out world of the Residents; a high gloss chart-bound Residents.
A magical dark folk record that’s certainly worth your time, especially if you are feeling meditative.
Continue reading “Sangre De Muerdago / Novemthree – Braided Paths”