One minute bone splintering noise, the next a Spanish loon wearing boxing gloves miming to Beyoncé.
Continue reading “WOTNXT and Narrominded present – Knollen en Citroenen, Qbus, Leiden 12/4/14”
An Archive of Incendiary Magazine 2002 – 2017
One minute bone splintering noise, the next a Spanish loon wearing boxing gloves miming to Beyoncé.
Continue reading “WOTNXT and Narrominded present – Knollen en Citroenen, Qbus, Leiden 12/4/14”
No, it seems that Mecano (Un-Ltd) have come back from lord only know where, with a sort of Bismarckian determination to ensure that they are remembered, and put back on the cultural map.
Some people came in from the main hall to catch Karadreuffe. Why, I don’t know. Maybe they thought their deodorant & Lush product scene was also happening in the café… well more fool they!
Continue reading “Katadreuffe, Spoelstra, Naive Set, Patronaat, Haarlem 5/4/14”
What to expect from the mighty Ayisoba? We’d seen him having a fag outside whilst leaning on a ruddy great stick with an animal head on it, so we thought “nope this won’t be your average meat and two veg gig”.
Continue reading “The King Ayisoba Band, Zea, Oscar Jan Hoogland 28/3/14”
And this record, it was very… tense, very… because I didn’t wanna give it away.
Continue reading “Incendiary eat scones – again – with Henk Koorn of Hallo Venray”
But then you’ll stick this record on and you’ll be lost, or rather, suspended like a prehistoric fly in amber, in a powerful collection of tracks that do little else but emanate an incredible sense of presence.
Continue reading “Koen Holtkamp – Motion: Connected Works”
I had a stop talking card I used to give to people. That usually elicited a certain response!
Continue reading “Incendiary interview Faris Badwan of The Horrors”
Amsterdam’s a bit like a patchwork quilt. A bit homely, a bit old-fashioned but reassuringly comforting and welcoming. All of which is a bit of a long-winded introduction to a band, I’ll admit.
Continue reading “Go Back To the Zoo – ZOO”
I wanted to put out this certain like grotesqueness that I feel is missing from a feminine representation in music or film.
TWOD have craftily created their own little sonic ballpark to play around in and Lost In The Dream shows that they’re simply getting better at it.
Continue reading “The War On Drugs – Lost In The Dream”