An Archive of Incendiary Magazine 2002 – 2017
Singer Alec Onsworth had an awkward look on his face the whole show, but somehow it really worked, maybe he can only sing in his charmingly awkward way whilst making nervous looking faces.
Continue reading “Music in My Head – Paard van Troje, Den Haag 11 & 12/11/05”
You realise when hearing stuff like The Back of Love that the Bunnymen still retain their air of hypnotic, ethereal, abstract strangeness. It’s like musical non-music if you see what I mean.
Grass, incidentally, is Animal Collective’s three-minute pop song – at least it would be if the chorus wasn’t screamed.
Continue reading “Sufjan Stevens and Animal Collective – The Paradiso, Amsterdam 27/10/05”
This is what makes up the bulk of the film: the British wave of punk bands, the fuss they caused in the UK, the catalyst they were in the US to impressionable young things like Henry Rollins. And this is what makes the film a bit of a disappointment for me.
Berman has been through some kind of personal hell. To quote Kinky Friedman, he spent the time so high that he needed a stepladder to scratch his ass.
..things never seem to be quite so simple these days. Pubs have crèches in them, petrol stations try to be mini-supermarkets and so on: everything becomes blurred.
I found myself casting my mind back to 1981, when, asked by my form teacher to put on a show for a class assembly, my friends and I decided to imitate the Human League. We did it in front of our class and it was fairly well received.
Continue reading “London Calling – Paradiso, Amsterdam – 4&5/11/05”
Don’t let me forget to mention their incredible cover art, a bambi-esque cartoon of a rabbit sniffing a young deer’s butt. It is absolute genius.
"The solution, in Moondog’s mind, was to dress up like a Viking and so he took to wearing a horned helmet and carrying a spear."
You know how men are said to be controlled by tits and ass? I think it can be the same for women and it’s sort of an obsession with the male genetalia and the power it can have over you if you’re lonely or you need affection or attention or to get fucked or whatever – pardon my french…