An Archive of Incendiary Magazine 2002 – 2017
Frankly Iceage could cover The Hollies and make it sound like the world is ending and Fenris the wolf is unchained, such is the honest, “there for all to see” drama they create.
Continue reading “Rewire Festival Den Haag Day One 8 /11/13”
Bombino is in my humble opinion, best seen live, with no strings attached. In some ways he’s one of the few musicians where a sense of possession or “proprietorship” or “understanding” shouldn’t really bother anyone in an attempt to enjoy the music.
It’s time to go and our intrepid author is finally leaving. An early night however is not his only concern. It is imperative that he arrives back before his bibulous companion JC. If not then all his anxiety and sobriety will have been for naught. The race is on and the stakes could not be higher, but who will prevail Niki or James?
Continue reading “Fear and Loving in Heaton Park Part 10 Raw – The Art of Brisk Walking”
Some knowledge is forbidden, sought only by deranged, twerking dervishes obsessed with degenerate rituals. So how is it that a forty-year writer is privy to their secrets?
In fact things started to get groovy; despite the lights being up and a lot of the audience being gauche stoner wallflowers; we noticed a fair number of groovers had started to cut some rug to good effect.
Continue reading “King Champion Sounds, Frankenberries, Beton Fraktion, CAB03, Leiden 17/10/13”
“yeah, I got this dodgy timer, see, it keeps going off and creating all these polyrhythmic sub rnb structures, know anyone who can fix it mate?” Nah, soz….
In fact the idea that this release is, ahem, “DaDaesque” is never too far away; as there’s always an element of theatre and well, plain silliness infusing a lot of the music.
Continue reading “Droppings – Dangling”
They don’t use much of the scale do Udarnik, but then that’s their strength; somehow there is not an ounce of fat on this LP, and it’s somehow a classic underground release.
Continue reading “Udarnik – Mommy Shoots A Reindeer”
It’s also far too short as a listen to get irritated by it, and like an early morning cuppa it brings you round, gives you a bit of focus and, weirdly enough hope. Hope. Now there’s a pretentious thought…
Continue reading “Weerthof – Out Of Control”