Ian Hawgood + Talvihorros + Tom White
Review forthcoming... was great!
Please note the venue has now changed to
The Birchcliffe Centre, Birchcliffe Road, Hebden Bridge, HX78DG
8.00pm, entry is £5 on the door. The Birchcliffe centre is an old Baptist Chapel.
Hibernate celebrates it's first birthday with a night of static, decay and bursts of melody featuring...
Ian Hawgood
Ian Hawgood needs no introduction. He has released an enormous number of releases under different monikers on countless labels, free mp3’s as well as physical releases. And besides that musical output he also runs three labels, home normal, tokyo droning and nomadic kids republic. Ian enjoys making music using piano, pump organ, mellotron, vibraphone, rhodes, guitar, old tube amps and other mostly vintage equipment.
Talvihorros
Talvihorros is an experimental composer from London, UK exploring the possibilities of the guitar. His compositions venture into the fields of ambient, experimental, drone, post-rock and folk but dont fall into the cliches associated with any of these genres. Old and broken equipment and recording techniques are favoured over new and modern tools. Both acoustic and electric guitars are layered with organ, synthesizer, mandolin, radio frequencies and various percussion instruments to create dense collages of sound, sometimes melodic, sometimes challenging but always captivating. Live Talvihorros performs solely with electric guitar and effects pedals.
Tom White
Born in 1986, Tom White is a sound and visual artist currently based in London. Working with found sounds, tape collage, mic feedback and fragments of instrumentation, to create composition, sound art and film sound. Tom also works with video and photography, often combining all practices.
Was Ist Das Soundsystem
Spinning a mixture of ambient & drone between sets.
Bloodstock – UKs legendary Metal festival returns
Catton Hall, Derbyshire from 12th – 15th August.
A heavy metal festival. Oh god the teenage years wasted with headphones on have come rushing back! The noise, anthemic melodies, the acts of testosterone daring and questionable humour all heady stuff and outside the reproachful gaze of parents or girls. Mentioning teenage kicks would be too punk for the audience but you get the idea.
Meshuggah kicked ass on the first night. They are without a doubt one of the most influential bands of the last decade and performed a solid rocking set. Knowing the tracks forward and back I’d have to say they almost seemed out of time for the first song – possibly their greatest – Rational Gaze. However they quickly kicked into gear and the rest of the set blazed through. The crowd didn’t move much but stunned awe turned to rabid applause between songs and the set ended with ears ringing to the sound of earnest eyed boys declaring hand on heart that THAT was the greatest performance EVER.
Modern metal seems to me to be at the forefront of mixing performance with musical progression and Bloodstook featured a lack of ‘classic’ rock acts with their cliché stage antics. Every performance contained either a knowing irony or a real sense of musical knowledge. Performance wise the acts generally took cues from the Springsteen school of sincerity.
Amongst those most at home in themselves was Devin Townsend. Devin is simply a master of his art and an amazing rancoteur/performer. What started with Meshuggah carried on with Devin whose powerful set was played a wholly appreciative festival.
In a similar vein the modern sounding Gojira wowed audiences with their take on the stop start poly-sounding vibe. But the heart of the festival had to go to Evile, a one time Metallica cover band, who as one punter told me ‘are the band that Metallica sound have become!’ (i.e Puppets era and more). Mirroring the death of cliff burton their bass player died of a brain aneurysm and this was one of the first outings with the new bass player. Eulogies made and commerative performances followed. To those that hadn’t heard the band before many new converts were made, myself amongst them.
Of the progressive acts there seems to the a distinct differentiation between the opera-y bands and the crunch heavy crew. Opeth played a weirdly orchestral set that had many many fans, I personally found it a little hard to get into and almost alienatingly bland. I have been assured that I need to give some of the recordings time but one the strength of the bloodstock performance this isn’t a strong possibility. Unrepentantly Scandi were the Children of Bodom, whom I expected to be more of the Opeth-esque pomposity. How wrong I was. They are fucking amazing and blistering live.
The final word has to go to GWAR, comic rock veterans with a deeply political bent (and reportedly Stanley Kubrick’s favourite metal band) brought it to another level. Consumately extraterrestrial and awesome there isn’t much more to say really. Unless you were covered in blood you weren’t there.
Done and in recovery till next year.
Supporting Diversity in music, fighting the anodyne, putting two fingers inside the festering sore of mainstream music - Bloodstock is back again!
This year’s line up includes:
OPETH : CHILDREN OF BODOM : FEAR FACTORY : TWISTED SISTER : MESHUGGAH : CANNIBAL CORPSE; DEVIN TOWNSEND and GWAR.
One part sideshow to two parts heavy metal bloodstock festival looks like it’ll be a fascinating weekend of crazed fun and sub-cultural weirdness. Come all yea faithful indeed.
Bloodstock Official Website
PRESS RELEASE:
2010 will see Bloodstock festival celebrating its 10th Anniversary, marking the
most impressive event in the festivals history, with the legendary HEAVEN &
HELL, CHILDREN OF BODOM/FEAR FACTORY (co-headline) and TWISTED SISTER
confirmed as headline acts.
From its humble beginnings at the Assembly Rooms in Derby in 2001,
Bloodstock has since grown into the biggest independent metal festival in
the UK, held at the picturesque location of Walton on Trent in Derbyshire.
Bloodstock organisers promise to celebrate the festivals 10th Anniversary in style
showcasing the strongest line up in the festivals history, and it’s already shaping
up that way, with a wealth of the biggest names in the world of metal already
confirmed.
With a taste for the best metal and heavy rock acts from these shores and
across the globe, you can expect some 10,000 metal heads descending on
Derbyshire in August 2010 for a weekend of unadulterated full on Heavy Metal!!!
Boasting over 80 international rock and metal acts across three stages, a
huge international metal market, the infamous late night metal Karaoke, BOA
is a must for any fun loving metal fiend. Add to this fair ground rides, ‘The
Bloodstock Arms’ festival bar (serving real ale no less!), full weekend camping
and - for those of you who need those extra creature comforts - VIP camping
with access to the ‘Serpents Lair’ backstage bar. You can also meet your
favourite bands at the Bloodstock signing tent, all in the most amazing
atmosphere at the biggest metal gathering in the UK. Metal brethren at your
marks, miss that at your peril!
The BLOODSTOCK OPEN AIR METAL FESTIVAL 2010 will take place at Catton
Hall, Derbyshire from 12th – 15th August.
Weekend tickets are on sale now at www.bloodstock.uk.com
BAND LINE UP SO FAR
OPETH : CHILDREN OF BODOM : FEAR FACTORY : TWISTED SISTER : MESHUGGAH :
OBITUARY : ROSS THE BOSS (with Scott Columbus) : RAGE : ANDROMEDA
: BEHEMOTH : DEVIN TOWNSEND : DORO : LEAVES EYES : SUFFOCATION :
CANNIBAL CORPSE : KORPIKLAANI : GWAR : AMORPHIS : GOJIRA : SONATA ARCTICA :
GORGOROTH : BLOODBATH : BLACK SPIDERS : EDGUY : ENSIFERUM : ONSLAUGHT
SNAKEBITE : HOLY MOSES : BENEDICTION : ENFORCER : KILLING MACHINE :
THE PROPHECY : STEELWING : REGARDLESS OF ME : WITCHSORROW : EVILE :
BONDED BY BLOOD : MORDECAI : PURIFIED IN BLOOD : DESECRATION :
POWERWOLF : HOSPITAL OF DEATH
The Ballad of E.F.Schumacher and the WOMAD Stall holder
Womad 23rd to 25th July
Charlton Park , Wiltshire.
Justice relates to truth, fortitude to goodness, and temperantia to beauty; while prudence, in a sense, comprises all three. The type of realism which behaves as if the good, the true, and the beautiful were too vague and subjective to be adopted as the highest aims of social or individual life, or were the automatic spin-off of the successful pursuit of wealth and power, has been aptly called 'crackpot-realism'.
- E.F.Schumacher, Small is Beautiful: A Study of Economics as if People Mattered. 1973
People go to festival for the stories. They start packing with the idea of taking all the things they’ll need for their adventures, be it drugs, condoms, their lucky pulling pants or a fine Costa Rican blend. These stories are all ideas that come more or less to fruition over the course of weekend, shared by people with a common premise however widely divergent those ideas manifest.
WOMAD is an emotive festival of which music becomes the focus at varying degrees at various times. Partly ecological fayre, part activistic showcase, part global awareness program a lot more goes on around the stages than is commonly publicised. It is these festival side events that show the tone of the festival and the aesthetics of these micro-stages create for the audience the material and ideological basis of their weekends as well as providing the backdrop for the audience to play out their stories with each other. The main performance played out by political campaigners and local produce burger is unified ‘Small is beautiful’.
The political make-up of the festival resounds with guardian readers, people who do good and believe themselves ignorant of the minutiae of larger global issues but well versed in the broad strokes of global affairs. While the bands play, in a myriad of areas other needs are catered for, from traditional massages to Reiki, from pamphleteers of global crises to local organisations with local issues. Overtly the appeal of the field situated WOMAD for the seasoned suburbanite is more than musical. WOMAD allows people to delve into the more grassroots concerns and perhaps gain some insight into ways that they can do better in their day-to-day urban lives.
The world at large is in a bad state and festivals for a long time have been seen as an idealistic escape from the normal and into the realms of possibility. Separated from work and home-life a good summer festival is bathed in a golden light. Either through preparation or expendable cash the festivalgoer is separated from the need to produce and easily settles back into the loving embrace of fetterless consumption. WOMAD is no different in this respect however the theme of capital and political conscience underpins everything from music to massages. Behind this conscience lies the blueprint Small is Beautiful written in 1973 by economist turned Buddhist E.F.Schumacher.
The relevance today of the Small is Beautiful (1973) doctrine is in questioning the rationale of businesses being ‘too big to fail’ A claim which once heralded the perennial stability of blue chip companies has now been overturned. ‘Too big to fail’ as we have been made painfully aware signals apocalyptic overtones of widespread social collapse should such a business fail. Just as we are being asked to cover the mistakes made by these financial institutions there is increased pressure from the public to make those responsible accountable. The term ‘witch hunt’ may be tempered to mean making those who once personally profited from leading banks into this financial mess be compelled to make restitution in excess of ‘bad luck, try again don’t forget to collect your bonus at the door’. However the answer it seems isn’t so much bad individuals as systemic issues based on bad codes of practice. WOMAD isn’t a true social microcosm since the punters aren’t producing however the small businesses and charities present an attempt at working within the Small is Beautiful doctrine.
Everywhere people ask: 'What can I actually do?' The answer is as simple as it is disconcerting: we can, each of us, work to put our own inner house in order. The guidance we need for this work cannot be found in science or technology, the value of which utterly depends on the ends they serve; but it can still be found in the traditional wisdom of mankind.
- E.F.Schumacher, Small is Beautiful: A Study of Economics as if People Mattered. 1973
In context Schumacher’s Buddhist Economics is deeply relevant to the world music movement; yippy politics, globalisation and ethnic artistry have worked together for some time. However looking at the central concepts of Schumacher’s work in relation to WOMAD 2010 there are some interesting contradictions and revelations.
1. Man is small, and, therefore, small is beautiful.
There is a welcoming space for the smaller scale economic enterprises at WOMAD from glass blowers to local produce. Jamie Oliver is a potential exception as his commercial reach extends further than most others. One could also argue that his profile is also not small, his media presence once omnipresent in the UK has with employ of tactical PR teams become more select and arguably more effectively global. It might well be possible that he is taking this concept onboard and certainly he has championed ethical produce for some time and even changed the practices of some of the larger supermarket chains. Musically, WOMAD brings in high selling artists to delight of the audience who are in themselves part of commercial enterprises (record companies) larger than those Schumacher would endorse (Universal).
2. A Buddhist economist would consider the capitalist approach excessively irrational: since consumption is merely a means to human well-being, the aim should be to obtain the maximum of well-being with the minimum of consumption.... The less toil there is, the more time and strength is left for artistic creativity. Modern economics, on the other hand, considers consumption to be the sole end and purpose of all economic activity.
Festivals are particularly consumptive environments, to reach the stages one must walk past all number of store selling a variety of wares, generally enticing and novel. However the main event is the music a satisfying artistic endeavour that requires no further economic involvement than the initial ticket. The extent to which the cover price is used to cover the costs of the set-up versus profit is unknown. Speaking with some of the organisers two things become apparent firstly that they truly love the work they do and secondly none of the ones I met could be considered excessively wealthy. Of course economic definitions of wealth may differ on the basis of what is considered material necessity and I spent a large sum of money over the weekend, specifically on non-Buddhist beer. The central question is whether the act of going to a festival in itself is in Schumacher’s terms an act of consumption or artistic creativity. Arguably it is both and it is an area that Schumacher does directly deal with; consumption as creativity other than as a form of mystification of the capitalist process. If people believe that consumption is a creative process then they will nod and agree with Schumacher’s belief in the work/life ratio without having to challenge the deleterious processes of over production (environmental stresses through industry, anomie).
The environmental cost of bringing artists from around the world to perform in rural England must be great but certainly much less than that of 35 thousand people travelling to each of those places to see each of those artists in situ despite the massive uplift in local economies. However the presentation of consumptive choices at WOMAD is not absolute, the audience is allowed to bring food to the site and whether you choose to buy food from the vendors is a personal choice of convenience. Strictly in terms of time and cost it is more efficient for me to buy food at the site and in many cases you are purchasing directly from the producer. Moreover, other than Jamie Oliver there is a distinct lack of brand about WOMAD.
3. It is clear, therefore, that Buddhist economics must be very different from the economics of modern materialism, since the Buddhist sees the essence of civilisation not in a multiplication of wants but in the purification of human character. Character, at the same time, is formed primarily by a man's work. And work, properly conducted in conditions of human dignity and freedom, blesses those who do it and equally their products.
Overwhelmingly, the nature of consumption at WOMAD is guided by the artisan ethic. From Musicians to cream teas to Jamie Oliver’s large stall there is a direct connection with the product and its preparation. The celebrity chef as a cultural phenomenon is essentially the glorification of the artisan ethic to industrial ends. However the focus of the festival stalls is informed by the for-people-by-people ethic and most stall holders including Jamie Oliver’s staff are willing audience members at some point during the weekend.
4. The most striking about modern industry is that it requires so much and accomplishes so little. Modern industry seems to be inefficient to a degree that surpasses one's ordinary powers of imagination. Its inefficiency therefore remains unnoticed.
The festival stall’s inefficiencies are directly observable to all, spilled ketchup, soaked piles of unused napkins, accidentally fallen wooden forks and discarded paper beer cups. However, all these things are dutifully avoided where larger organisations might deem them inconsequential compared with the cost of changing practises, equipment or suppliers. A small army of children motivated by remuneration rabidly collected beer cups. Stall related wastage minimised for both aesthetic and economic reasons. Given that many festival goers were inebriated increased service on the part of stall holders minimises wastage as well as increasing the sense of value for each purchase.
5. Wisdom demands a new orientation of science and technology towards the organic, the gentle, the non-violent, the elegant and beautiful.
Small nomadic businesses such as those that frequent festivals must be technologically simple, energy efficient and non-polluting, failure in any of these areas results in down-time, increased haulage costs, and aesthetic failure. The aesthetics of the WOMAD business must be flawless since most stalls are overtly on show ugly machinery drives people away. New technology that facilitates these needs is immediately used and over 2008 2010 saw more solar panels in operation by stalls and increasingly by campers.
6. The way in which we experience and interpret the world obviously depends very much indeed on the kind of ideas that fill our minds. If they are mainly small, weak, superficial, and incoherent, life will appear insipid, uninteresting, petty, and chaotic.
Amongst the food and strange clothing stalls there were a lot of very earnest people raising interest for a number of charitable causes and global issues. Big ideas brought local. One group were publicising water access in Africa while others talked about some of the local issues affecting people in Wiltshire. The group that left me most enthusiastic was Jumbulance.
Jumbulance is privately funded venture that takes handicapped people or people with a life threatening illness on excursions. The Jumbulance group provides travel and accommodation facilities for people with special needs (special beds, oxygen masks etc) with 24 hour care provided by volunteers. For Dave, an organiser for Jumbulance, when asked why he organised the outing he looked shocked. Was I questioning his motives? Is he a ghoul? As it happened he seemed shocked that I had to ask. He felt that if it was possible for someone to do something for other then they should. Simple.
One of the core values for both Dave and Jumbulance is to help people who might otherwise be isolated from society to be included believing that for many people with disabilities reconnecting with society is a central part of their rehabilitation. On this occasion this brought a group of about ten wheelchair bound people to WOMAD and organised for them to witness a performance by the Oxford based folk group Stornoway for BBC radio up close. What started out as a reasonably surreal performance became something quite special as the severely handicapped wheelchair bound audience and their carers looked on in rapt attention. Often with severely handicapped people there is a difficulty in understanding what they mean or are feeling and conversely the frustration of not being understood must be ten times worse. However, for the band adoration is as it comes and performing to their best I would say a connection was made. Moreover for Dave and the volunteers it was an immediate reward for their efforts.
The key values that Schumacher wishes to see are definitely taken into account in festivals like WOMAD. However, for the majority participation occurs unconsciously - the potentials and reasons behind their purchases or involvement as unknowing as a day reading the Guardian or shopping in Sainsbury’s. The ethical adjuncts to product become deciding factors in purchases but remain a largely unconsidered obeisance to peer pressure and undecided consensus. This isn’t to say that WOMAD attendees are ignorant only that like all of us once investigated there is a tendency not to go over the same issues repeatedly once our minds have been made up, the indicators of that previous decision are all that we really look for, for instance the fair trade or soil association logo. No one wants to live in an overwhelmingly preachy environment however compared to Dave and his outings for the critically disadvantaged the question ‘What can I actually do?’ clamours to the fore. The answer is as Schumacher puts it ‘as much as you can’ however festival’s such as WOMAD which have a particular aesthetic of environmentalism do help foster an atmosphere where making ‘responsible’ choices of consumption are the norm rather than the exception. Moreover it is an important showcase for small businesses to show that they not only have great products but they are potentially available from wherever you live. Small producers are becoming more and more vocal in promoting their wares on the high street and if they teamed up with the charities next door at the festival there might be an interesting pollination of bringing third world products as well as local ones to a wider audience. The small is beautiful ethic wonderfully represented at WOMAD is becoming a reality through delivery services such as Abel and Cole however the possibilities of getting local products at your home is not one that is pushed at festivals. WOMAD has a great opportunity to help foster these linkages that can ideally help promote a demonopolised system of which everyone shares a part, both in terms of products and conscience.
references listed below
Preview:
Once again Trebuchet will attend this year’s WOMAD festival and expectations are running hot for another blistering weekend of sun and song. Highlights revealed so far include Horace Andy, Ozomatli, Tony Allen, Stornoway, Sierra Maestra, and Rolf Harris.
The appeal of WOMAD has remained one of musical discovery and this year promises nothing less. The inclusion of Rolf Harris indicates an almost surreal sense of self reflection and historicity on WOMAD’s part as it may be possible to consider him an iconic ethnopopulist whose use of the Didgeridoo and wobble board successfully predates Simon Jeffes, Malcolm McLaren and Enigma.
Furthermore, he is set to share the weekend with indigenous Australian performer Dan Sultan (the inestimably talented Gurrumul cancelled due to illness) showing that cultural appropriation goes both ways. Whether or not backstage discussion will touch on garbage disposal in the outback or the importance of National Sorry Day is open to question but we can be sure that a great weekend lies ahead for all.
WOMAD website
PRESS RELEASE:
WOMAD FESTIVAL 2010 LINE-UP ANNOUNCED
SALIF KEITA, THE DRUMMERS OF BURUNDI AND GEOFFREY GURRUMUL YUNUPINGU HEAD TO CHARLTON PARK
WOMAD festival returns this summer with another exciting and diverse line-up of world artists. Headlining this year’s festival is Malian afro-pop star Salif Keita, the world-famous Drummers of Burundi and indigenous Australian superstar Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu.
Also joining this year’s line-up are the extraordinary Congolese street musicians Staff Benda Bilili, Jamaican star (and Massive Attack collaborator) Horace Andy with reggae group Dub Asante, Australian/Anglo institution Rolf Harris and his band and the glorious, home-grown talent of the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain.
Others artists confirmed are; Afro Celt Sound System (UK), Alim Qasimov Ensemble (Azerbaijan), The Bays & Heritage Orchestra (UK), Bibi Tanga & The Selenites (Central African Republic/France), La BrassBanda (Germany), Calypso Rose (Tobago), Dan Sultan (Australia), Dobet Gnahore (Cote D’Ivoire), Don Letts (UK), Poirier feat. Face T (Canada/Jamaica), Hanggai (China), Imelda May (Ireland), Justin Adams & Juldeh Camara (UK/Gambia), The Kamkars (Iran), LA-33 (Colombia), Lepisto & Lehti (Finland), Little Axe (USA), Mayra Andrade (Cape Verde), Nouvelle Vague (France), Novalima (Peru), Orchestra Poly-Rythmo de Cotonou (Benin), Rango (Egypt), Sentimento Gypsy Paganini (Hungary), Steven Sogo (Burundi), Syriana (UK/Ireland/Algeria/Jordan/Palestine), Tanya Tagaq (Canada) Toumast (Niger).
Festival director Chris Smith said, ‘I’m thrilled with how the line-up for 2010’s festival is shaping up with many more names to come. Whilst announcing which artists will be appearing at any WOMAD festival is always exciting, this year it’s tinged with sadness due to the recent loss of DJ Charlie Gillett. Charlie was a prominent member of the WOMAD family from the very first festival and he will be greatly missed. His passion for the discovery and championing of new world artists and musicians was simply unparalleled and we look forward to celebrating his life in true WOMAD style at Charlton Park this year.’
WOMAD is so much more than just a first class world music festival and returning this year will be the popular ‘Taste the World’ tent where some of the artists will show off their cooking prowess and which, more often than not, turns into a impromptu gig. The Drum and Dance Tent will make a welcome return with favourites such as early-bird yoga sessions and salsa lessons on offer. And for those who fancy a luxurious moment to themselves and a scrub up, the WOMAD spa, complete with treatments, spa pools, great showers and a cocktail bar, is the place to go.
WOMAD promises to be bigger and better for kids and young people than ever before. The World of Kids will have the usual comprehensive programme of workshops, entertainment and activities being held throughout the weekend and the magnificent Children’s Parade through the arena will be one of the festival highlights. WOMAD continues its well established place as the best festival for the whole family, by allowing all children 13 years and under, in for free.
WOMAD returns this summer to Charlton Park in Malmesbury, Wiltshire, from 23 to 25 July 2010. Tickets are on sale now.
The WOMAD Festival experience is not about the familiar, the tried and tested; its essence is in the discovery and enjoyment of a totally unexpected artist or a style of music which would never otherwise have been encountered. It’s a magical, musical melting pot, enriching all who experience it.
Central concepts taken from wikipedia
Silver Apples, Eat Lights Become Lights, Luminaire 2010
Luminaire, Kilburn. 08-08-2010For those that don’t know Silver Apples are THE electronic group of all time. ‘Genre defining’ is perhaps too glib a description as its general overuse has rendered it incapable of accounting for the trail they auspiciously blazed.
Fuck it, Silver Apples are to electronic music what Thomas Edison is to Facebook.
Formed around 1967 they matched Danny Taylor’s 60s jazzbeat inspired drumming with far-out oscillators and solid state circuit-bent instruments courtesy of Simeon (aka Simeon Coxe III). However it wasn’t simply weird noise over stoned trance-heavy percussion, vocally Simeon delivered modern poetry and abstract musings in a particularly fresh way. Both Danny and Simeon stated that they were far more interested in patterns than music per se and their efforts inspired and prefigured krautrock, synthpop, dance music, electronica and boffin-lead outsider music for decades and probably decades more.
Danny died in 2005 but Simeon continues to write and perform solo or with occasional collaborators since the band’s popular rediscovery in mid 90s and again since 2006 via the championing of ATP (All Tomorrow’s Parties) and other cognoscente promoters.
The performance at the Luminaire in Kilburn was much anticipated on electronic and IDM message boards however there weren’t massive amounts of people present on the night. Perhaps due to it being a Sunday or perhaps because the band’s done a reasonable amount of shows in UK recently, in any case there was a feeling a pensive excitement throughout the venue.
These sorts of icon shows usually attract a fairly motley attendance and the Luminaire didn’t disappoint; pensive indie kids swayed downcast from the bar into corners furtively looking to see whether they had picked up pansexual interest, leopard print rock vixens with heavily lined eyes and bleach damaged hair texted their baby sitters and baby sat their vacant eyed am-I-a-musician? boyfriends, surly promoter types wandered around giving heavy ‘tude with serious airs of authority while clique taut anonymous man-baby types judged each other’s flannel shirts and greasy fringes.
I love the Luminaire. It’s a beautiful venue with good sound. The bar staff are fantastic; friendly, efficiently on it, and female, they are everything a thirsty punter could ask for. I have a gripe though and it’s a gripe that makes me inordinately angry, contemptuous even. Stencilled on the walls and looping on flat screens are ‘The Expectations’; we are not supposed to speak during performances as this is a ‘live venue’ and not a pub moreover if ‘we came to talk to our pals, we are in the wrong place and should leave’. The flat screen displays have an archly condescending tone as they parse regular enough questions that any normal person might ask; ‘where can I find a cash point?’ and ‘once events have been sold out is there a returns policy for tickets?’ in the form of a conversation where the customer is not simply wrong but stupid. It smacks of cliquey exclusivity begat by ugly people with no social skills and perpetrates the worse kind of reverse Darwinism where the sick and lame are allowed to spoil life for the conscientious, attractive and able. So please note: If you don’t want to deal with the public its probably best not to go into hospitality or leave the house for that matter.
If I am listening to a band that has failed to win their audiences attention let alone admiration, fuck them. Obviously I’m not going to start heckling, loudly recount my public sexual encounters or argue the merits of the offside rule. What I am probably going to do is head for the bar and have a drink and snidely discuss how much the band sucks with similar aligned aesthetes. I know this, we all know this, we don’t have to be told and telling us makes me hate you. Moreover, there is a general barometer of interest when it comes to performance and life in general. The more people like you the closer they come, physically and emotionally. Things are going badly if everyone hugs the walls and there is a vast expanse in front of you. Similarly if you’re absolutely on fire and the area at your feet is crowded by idolaters expect them to get active, jump, shout, show man-tits, and fake lesbianism for effect. To recap re: stage up-front much likes at back less-likes, simple, yes? Good.
Good times come along anyway
I don't care what the people say
Do what I want to every day
Cos I don't care what the people say
-Silver Apples
Now if you are standing in the middle and someone likes a particular song A LOT expect them to push to the front, tears streaming from their eyes as they remember their first kiss or how they felt when Nadine Burford dumped them or just sheer fucking joy. Don’t give them a shitty look that will cause an obvious confrontation, let them pass quickly and they’re gone, and if they stop right in front of your short fat girlfriend tough luck, it’s a gig, swap places with her and she should be able to see as well as she can given her obvious handicaps. They are in front of you so they obviously like the band much more than you, so courtesy dictates that you let them closer to the stage. If you disagree move on up, the band wants the people they see to be really into them, not your po-faced chin stroking being permanently clouded as someone jostles you from behind.
‘I really like the band but I’m not the sort to dance, jump, smile. I like things really regimented’
Sorry, you fail at life and no one should be subjected to your negative experience. Moreover given this general attitude I don’t think you really like anything. Constantly and compulsively fucking yourself over and without joy, you’re an unfortunate soul who cannot love in the true sense of the word. It is for you that the Luminaire put up these signs on acceptable behaviour because you are incapable of being a person other than in a prescribed manner. The freedom that life and great music allows remains constantly locked behind the green door. Musical ecstasy for you remains typified in one inflexible way that necessitates that everyone else conform otherwise your whole night is just ruined.
‘Not everyone wants a musical event to be a mad bacchanalian adventure or sights and sounds unseen’
Then why did you come? Predictable musical events of performative perfection are called 'albums', you can buy them and listen to them in the privacy of your own dank bedroom. I imagine that attending concerts is essentially a form of box ticking for you. You are of the passive generation.
‘You seem really angry about something, what it is? I’m a quiet guy with a pasta addiction and I like my checked shirt but really did you have to say that about my girlfriend?’
A lot of performances in London have become sedate affairs of people tutting at each other and subduing every act of musical appreciation barring polite applause. For years bands have remarked that London audiences are reserved to the point of being uninvolved and this should not be encouraged. Reading Mojo cover to cover and being manifestly obsessed with updating Wikipedia articles belies an ignorance of the limitations of the gig/performance dichotomy. Gigs are apparently experienced physically whereas performances assume a more cerebral consumption. It seems that people are asking less and less how they feel about musical events than what clever things they are made to think. As a result there is a tendency towards anodyne musical performances that are saying nothing and emotionally vacuous. Sadly this might be a reaction to music being consumed by unaware and emotionally simple audiences who don’t know how to be anything but passive in a musical environment.

‘What has this to do with the Eat Lights Become Lights and Silver Apples gig?’
Eat Lights Become Lights (ELBL) are a great band who seem to mix Yes and Krautrock-like Prog elements through a Stereolab filter. One imagines that in the States they’d really move an audience where bands like Particle tread similar waters to great popularity.
Humorously one of their intro sounds a lot of like ‘I want to break free’ by Queen but they quickly rocked it out with a steady but serious beat and accompanying groove based technical prowess. English band The Egg has to some extent harvested this crop before however where The Egg ploughed their field in the dance field ELBL are aiming for a more indie based sound. Arguably both acts are trying to bring their audiences into a groove based area of live instrumentation while skirting perilously close to the horrendous morass of white funk. ELBL are really a band with a strong sense of integrity who have captured their sound to almost rehearsed perfection it’s hard to make out where they’ll go with it but at the moment they seem unstoppably at the top of their game. More to the point it seems like they really care about the music they’re making, the changes are interesting and the drums pretty irrepressible. Despite being a support band they received a reasonable amount of love on the night and I think a few good festival slots should have them performing to greater crowds in the next 6-12 months. Against the earlier tirade this band is going in the right direction musically and the only criticism I can summon is that they didn’t really have an overriding conceit to make them uniquely great.

Silver Apples on the other hand despite the sad absence of Drummer Danny Taylor were packed full of personality. Simeon is truly a unique and fascinating musician who can’t help but express his ideas through his bleeps, squelches, fractured melodies and pink noise. I overheard grumblings that the updated and modernised drums sounds used to fill in for Danny weren’t really what people wanted. Initially I would have preferred to see and hear the freewheeling jazz-antics rather than some of the more predictable drum programming that accompanied the familiar tracks but towards the middle of the set the drums came into their own and there were some wonderfully dark tonal sections which rivalled anything created by artists a third of Simeon’s age. Encouragingly people nodded and stood transfixed as Simeon improvised sounds and melodies through his contraptions and as people filed out of the venue you could hear that a lot of lives had been changed.
In between the acts a short film about Silver Apples was shown featuring interviews with members of Can, Devo, Faust, and Suicide, as well as Jack Dangers and Alec Empire all of whom paid tribute to the band and described how much influence the band had on them either knowingly or unknowingly. Jack Dangers was particularly voluble on exactly how much ground they had covered during their first career in the 60s. It’s always a bit tense to see one of the so-called seminal bands play as what was once fresh and visceral is usually, by virtue of being heavily copied through the years, quite muted decades later. One of the more inspirational moments of the evening was the shock that despite losing a member and being in his 70s Simeon as Silver Apples was still vital conceptually and musically. The footage and interviews of the band from the 60s and 90s showed a partnership of two individuals without necessarily grand ambitions but certainly a strong concept and an unshakable belief in the music they were making.
The final message of the short film was made by Simeon where he forcefully and energetically pronounced that people should never give up, they should keep going, no matter what. It is a message that I hope activates those inspired by the show to get involved with a grand scheme of their own making and a positive message that doesn’t require infantile signs urging conformity to get people doing the right thing.
Image credits: Courtesy of Silver Apples
1. 2008, Berlin, by Manfred Miersch
2. 2007 ATP Fest., England, by Zach Dilgard
3. 2002, Fairhope, Alabama
Anita Maj - Out of Control

The opening bars of ‘Out of Control’ are highly reminiscent of Avril Lavine’s Sk8er Boi, both lyrically and musically, but you soon realise that there are more classic influences on this record, such as Bruce Springsteen, The Who, Lynard Skynard and Journey.
There is also a touch more soul and disco present in Anita’s voice, suggesting that her musical tastes are varied and far-reaching
Overall, if you’re a fan of Blondie, Roxette, The Go-Go’s or The Motels but want something more contemporary and without the emo/skater-punk clichés, you would do well to check this out.
‘Out of Control’, is out in August
by Terry Summerbell
Cornbury 2010 Review
Cornbury Music Festival , 3-4th July 2010. Cornbury festival is a very English event described as a ‘dynamic summer festival disguised as a country fayre’ by the organisers or elsewhere as ‘Poshstock’. The event is very family focussed affair and true enough children ran underfoot throughout the weekend. The sun shone brightly for all of Saturday and most of Sunday allowing all performers full rein to ply their talents before a well-behaved and appreciative audience.
Appearing on the bill were:
David Gray, The Squeeze, Noisettes, Buddy Guy, Imelda May, Candi Staton, Dr John, New Forbidden, Staxs (featuring Kiki Dee & Louise Marshall), Jackson Browne, The Feeling, Newton Faulkner, Reef, The Blockheads, DOHL Foundation, Kathryn Tickell, Fisherman's Friend, Raghu Dixit, Angus and Julia Stone, Lucinda Belle, and Barbelith occasional Seth Lakeman.
Stand out performances where delivered by the immensely talented Buddy Guy, party hungry uncles of song The Squeeze, and massively underappreciated Blockheads (honestly these guys should have statues erected to them). Dr John seemed happy-go-lucky but rather somnambulic and Newton Faulkner never fails to be a firm favorite among the uncritical. Reef delivered a barnstorming rendition of competent yet uninspired rock 'n roll and allowed the teenage contingent a good chance to get excited.
The most memorable find of the festival was the traditional folk group Fisherman’s Friend. Sea shanties are particularly in vogue at the moment and they catered to the rapt audience’s whim. Their harmonies were solid as a capstan, onstage banter wonderfully hackneyed and trite (See A Mighty Wind), and their command of the material incomparable.
Special mention has to be made of the farmer’s market apparently it was smaller than last year however the quality of the produce made camping a gourmet experience.
Cornbury is a good little festival that one can easily take small children and old parents to and was thoroughly enjoyable. Toodle pip.
Ghosthandfister - Ghosthandfister
Ghosthandfister – Ghosthandfister ODD records 2010
What an amazing debut. Ghosthandfister is a perfectly formed record which sounds timeless by virtue of it overtly referencing categorical music from every decade since the 60s. However it has to be said that this particular soundtrack of the omni-age is probably most situated in the pre-rave industrial 80s (sans metal riffs).
The album cohesively melds a Laurie Anderson/Miss Kittin vocal aesthetic with booty-shaking bass bombs and trip-hop accents. Over this add rising and falling barely-tonal weirdness with a liberal sprinkling of striated guitar playing and you’ve got a great party record.
Some might find much of the lyrics genuinely disturbing, women used as serving utensils, carriage class anxiety and stewardess domination, mutual body modification, BDSM and the notion of anyone from Brighton going to space. However, Gilda Maurice has an amazing voice, there is something deep, knowing and velvety in its quality and yet despite the subject matter it remains uniquely un-sleazy.
It’s rare that dark (read pitch black) danceable mental-pop has been done this well, either recently or in 80s. While this album doesn’t contain the sounds of the future one really wishes the past sounded this good.
Ghosthandfister - Listen now
Clicks & Cuts 5.0 - Paradigm Shift
Clicks & Cuts 5.0 - Paradigm Shift - Various Artists
Compilation, Mille Plateaux (2010)
Clicks and Cuts 5.0 – Paradigm Shift is the latest installment in the Clicks and Cuts series from the iconic electronica label Mille Plateaux. The paradigm shift is apparent in the new label head Marcus Gabler’s approach setting aside experiments for experiments sake for a more diverse approach featuring artists with more mainstream appeal alongside more difficult listening.
Taken as a whole the compilation gives us a good spread of electronic music and taste of things to come from the label, however it feels like a safe bet rather than a genre pushing (let alone defining) release that MP is famous for.
Some reviewers have pointed out that many of the tracks on this record have been edited down in order to get more flavours onto the CD and in doing so compromise the integrity of the music represented.
Conversely, it can also be argued that a compilation has always been like a platter of entrées, tasters of a number of artists work. If you like a particular bit, take a bigger bite with an album. However, we live in the digital age were this sort of promotion may not be necessary to reach audiences. In fact many compilations work by either sourcing unique content from artists (for instance material that might not fit within the context of an album) or tying material together by a context (London Industrial mix 2010, Slaphappy Party Caravan: Gypsy Music v2) or both (such as the successful Teaism compilation on Static Caravan).
Clicks & Cuts 5.0 – Paradigm Shift is well worth a listen but I’d go about it by checking out the artists featured on myspace and buying the albums that appeal instead.
Kabutogani - BEKTOP

Kabutogani – BEKTOP
Mille Plateaux (2010)
For a strongly glitch album, Kabutogani sounds about as fresh as it comes. On BEKTOP, flirtations with melody and discord wheel and flow about the listener, kicking rhythm stabs underpinned by massive slabs of tone drive this album upwards at every turn. Weirdly, the album sounds quite different depending on where you in relation to the speakers. On headphones this album becomes a whole different beast; a darker and more menacing dial-up apparition.
It’s hard to pin-point anything specific about the album that makes it particularly unique. The distorted microsounds used are all standard and in terms of texture there are few glimpses of anything new. Compositionally, the beat structures are generally pretty familiar too. However, the presentation of dubstep in grindcore and drone contexts works. What makes the album a great listen is that is incredibly and diversely soulful; each track goes somewhere insanely evocative.
Other reviewers will no doubt go into purple prosodic spasms describing lullabies for suicidal robots, recalled sex toys for preteens, the first Tsunami in Second Life and the like, I will fight temptation. It is just THAT evocative.
Buy this now.
AMETSUB - The Nothings of the North
AMETSUB - The Nothings of the North
Mille Plateaux (2010)
Inspired by his trip to Iceland this is the second release for Ametsub and one of the first for the newly launched Mille Plateaux record label.
From this album one gets a sense that Ametsub had a nice time in Iceland; he watched water dripping off icicles, travelled past alpine forests in wonderment, never strayed above the speed limit, politely talked to bespectacled fashion students in thickly woven jumpers, and went to bed early after drinking moderately. But I'm left wondering where the inspiration is here, listening to the album if there was a revelation in the North I’m not quite sure what it was.
This is by no means a bad album and playing The Nothings of the North end-to-end you get a palpable sense of musical skill, though what we are being offered here is more a highly accomplished culmination of influences than a unique or particularly personal artistic statement.
The album is in itself coherent, superbly polished and perfectly formed, everything works here and for a new release on the iconic label it is a promising start. Seemingly taking the best bits of Aphex Twin’s Selected Ambient Works, melodic inspiration from Kid A by Radiohead and adding rhythmic glitches the result is a very sweet slice of electronica. What I miss though, is the daring.
In standout tracks like the retro-esque Time for Trees, the noisy and resplendent 66 and forward looking Old Obscurity the album rises above itself and what has become the vanilla nature of Scandinavian referencing electronica. Artists like Röyksopp have paved this road before and my main criticism with the album is in it's tendency towards the anodyne. A personal taste still yearning for the head rush halcyon days of earlier electronica one feels that overall the album doesn’t take many chances. However it is definitely worth a listen and will most likely become unavoidable as the appeal of this record is successfully mainstream.
Kailas Elmer
Jetlag & Tre Allegri Ragazzi Morti & Hormonauts
Friday 5th October
Barfly, London, UK
Hormonauts
Tre Allegri Ragazzi Morti
Jetlag
Perhaps the most wonderful thing about living in London is that on any given night you are able to see a variety of bands that figure as the soundtrack to their own universes.
So, when the chance came to see a showcase gig of Italian bands, packaged under the dubious name ‘The Italian Job’ it is of little surprise that I was less than enthused by the prospect of standing through shambolic continental versions of the same crap that I’ve seen on countless occasions by UK bands murdering the Queen’s English with local aplomb.
Jetlag played under duress. Apparently they had lost some of their equipment before the show and didn’t really seem to gel on stage. Their pilot costume shtick while comical didn’t work for me. Worse, it made me angry. However, their saccharine 80s dance rock, detestable in its own right, seemed to move the crowd of happy inebriates and its hard to be dastardly critical of a band that obviously enjoys what it does and doesn’t take itself seriously.
Tre Allegri Ragazzi Morti on the other hand, were a revelation. Each and every garage rock chord moved me beyond words. I was completely transfixed and sang every unknown syllable with an aphasic passion unreserved by anything I’d heard in the last year. Imagine a pixies/manu chao cross-over band of skull wearing beatnik addicts who need to impress riot grrls for a place to stay.
Fucking spot on. No fat, no wastage, 100% guitar soul, with a double-hand air helping of fuck yeah. It was perfect; the bass player a lanky acid type really didn’t seem to care where he was, the guitarist, a savant melodic genius cut from the same hirsute bisexual cloth as Lou Reed, and the drummer. My god the drummer, a rake thin dangerous looking Latin type who was obviously laying down some heavy strategies about how he was going to murder a Maltese pimp for ripping him on a days worth of sub-par rocks. Each song an anthem, every chorus a victory, no one left behind.
The Hormonauts were very good. Rockabilly. What can I say: very competent, exciting, fantastic. Wouldn’t necessarily send an email to see them again. Good guitarist though, in the end it was bit too ‘hey hey the past… live it’ for my taste.
Art Devine-Thunders
www.treallegriragazzimorti.it
www.thehormonauts.com
A Blow to the Heart. M.Theroux
A Blow to The Heart
by Marcel Theroux.
Faber and Faber
Marcel Theroux is the son of a travelling writing behemoth (Paul), and older brother of TV’s dissembling clown (Louis). He has said in the past he’d like to be known in his own right. I’ve probably given him exactly the kind of introduction he hates, so I feel a bit guilty, since the book is very good. Here are some of the things it’s about (proportions are approximate):

Daisy is a middle-class journalist whose life implodes when her husband is murdered in a moment of arbitrary, unprovoked violence. Despite this act of extremely anti-social behaviour, the unrepentant 17-year-old offender escapes serious punishment due to his age. Then, in one of those uncanny coincidences that allow so many stories to exist, the fates of widow and widow-maker converge again through the latter’s new and promising career in the noble art.
At this point, we enter an unusual and compelling tale of revenge; Daisy attempts to reach her nemesis by immersing herself in the world of East End boxing, with its shabby gyms of exposed brickwork, threadbare punch-bags and fighters of varying degrees of mediocrity.
The text is beautifully sparse; as wiry, lean and dextrous as Isaac, the prodigious young deaf boxer who Daisy champions, hoping to use him as a tool for her vengeance. Isaac’s innocence of Daisy’s agenda, forces us to ask whether the premeditated, deceit of a grieving – but grown – woman, is perhaps a greater crime than the mindless brutality of the teenager who widowed her.
This is only one of the tensions in this clever, taut narrative, which doesn’t so much twist, as curve gracefully around very sharp corners. These convolutions often come at the hands of Ron Costello, a Machiavellian fight promoter, who is the novel’s “Mr. Big”. Costello is no cliché though. Rather than the product of a violent, criminal upbringing, he’s the spoiled son of a successful East End tailor, who gave his son an expensive public school education (perhaps Theroux recalls a childhood tormentor from boarding at Westminster). Ron’s psychotic cruelty is not born of the dark world he inhabits, but purely of his own ego and vanity.
Theroux peppers his dense plot with some unexpected digressions; the strangest of these is an episode of parricide; the most amusing, a meeting between Costello and some naïve BBC producers; the most irritating, a conversation about black men’s penises between Daisy and a vapid friend. But for the most part it’s a knotted, claustrophobic universe, where everyone has crossed swords (or gloves) in the past, and is heading for another damaging bout.
While the climax sees Theroux yielding to the “final big fight” convention of classic boxing dramas, it is not a fight between underdog and favourite, or good verses bad. There is no possibility of victory – only sacrifice – and the chance of a life merely damaged, rather than destroyed by violence.
review by Jamie Huxley
Sight and Sound
PLASA 2006 PLASA is a yearly trade show for lighting, sound, rigging, and staging professionals looking to spend four days having a good drool over the latest hardware and software for their respective industries. The two floors of Earl's Court exhibition centre are rammed full of high power, high tech equipment, and men in t-shirts sipping beer and trading stories. Trebuchet was there to twiddle some knobs and gain the insight on what developments we might be seeing on stage in the future.
It's quite a sight: stage fog drifts lazily over the carpet towards the cafeteria, jets of smoke blast like a ships horn sending the fifteen foot inflatable stick people into a low dive for cover. Bursts of music drown the vicinity for another demonstration of high power frequency response, and everywhere are people, screens, cables, company logos, and noise. Only just bearable is the heat from gigawatts of lights, humming boxes, and stand workers getting their sell on.
These are the people who do the big shows. For sheer scale and impact of presentation it's hard to find a better example than ETC UK who rack up giant cannon shaped slide projectors to throw high resolution images over large public buildings - they plastered Buckingham Palace with patriotic visuals for the Golden Jubilee in 2002 - and use heavy duty video projectors for events such as the MTV awards.
Nestling amongst other, more traditional lighting companies, and indeed among their own tropical foliage decked stand, Green Hippo were giving their first public demonstration of the latest Hippotizer media server that is able to mix three layers of High Definition video in real-time with a mind bending array of visual effects and combinations. R Systems' 'Track the Actors' technology outfits up to sixty-four people on stage with a small radio transmitter that tracks their position in 3D space and can then be used to precisely control the amplification of the actors voice as they move around.
Coolux had a real-time polarised stereoscopic projection, requiring the use of a pair of glasses, while PSCO were showing off the Dynascan 360 degree projection unit, and had a rather pleasing interactive fog screen system that looks like a slow motion waterfall of vapour allowing different images to be projected on both sides.
PLASA is all about the technology. If you're looking to deck out your venue with gobo lights or curtain raising winches, you can spend many happy hours pouring over the promotional material and chatting with the sales guys. Want to get your hands on the latest DMX lighting controller desks and multi screen projection systems, this is the place, they have it all.
Four days of flashing lights, lasers, large display screens and audio intensity, compounded with a late night after show party at the Dali Universe exhibition on the South Bank after the second day, and it's time to go and lie down in a dark, quiet cave for a little while.
The Flaming Lips, London 2006
Hammersmith Apollo
14th of November. 2006.
‘I was born the day they shot a hole in the Jesus egg’
Can the Flaming Lips be any more wholesome? Like psychedelic prodigal sons they have returned from post-punk weirdness, drug addiction, being old and being successful to deliver an almost perfect performance. At the Hammersmith Apollo in November giant testicular balloons rose and fell, streamers streamed, lasers ejaculated turgid green tentacles through the manic grins of the beloved who grabbed each other, electric eyed, yelling ‘This is the best concert, ever!’ Sense drunk on sound, vision, and ecstatic bonhomie The Lips almost languidly revelated their shoebox arena sermons to the saved, I was there I saw it happen.
Various top concert lists regularly feature the Flaming Lips, breathily intoning capital heavy praise like; ‘Things to see before you Croak’, ‘Incitements to Excitement’, ‘…puts Soul back in Rock and Roll’ etc. Indeed, its hard not agree as the Flaming Lips have mastered drawing the crowd in (sometimes on stage) and sending them home with the belief that the DIY ethic is viable and if these pretty regular guys of uneven talent can produce greatness, anyone can. But these are old glories for the Flaming Lips, born from a gestation period lasting over 20 years, they’ve done it now and within the prop laden lovefest is a nagging doubt.
Between every song Wayne Coyne decides to pontificate, at length, and without any real focus. He is obviously earnest in what he says, practically choking with emotion when he tells us what’s on his mind; that we’re great, that the world can change, that we have the power, but these are messages too explicit in his music, too obvious in the metaphor heavy air reminiscent of children’s birthdays, to actually say anything other than emphasising the cult of Wayne. Perhaps he has to do this but like any prophetic visionary discarding the person from the message is surely what it’s all about, isn’t it?
The drug addiction, the aging, the commercial success, the long years in the wilderness, these flagrant demons that perennially let rock heads roll into obscurity were overcome by the Flaming Lips' determination to make great music and when Wayne lets the vibe sag between every song it’s a cautionary come down in an otherwise hope affirming rock mass. Wayne Coyne walking across a sea of hands in a plastic bubble is an awesome way to start a concert, no reservations, but for someone so adroitly anti-icon it’s a representative step in the wrong direction. On with the music.
‘My hands are in the air
And that’s where they always are
You’re f***ed if you do, and you’re f***ed if you don’t,
Five stop mother superior rain’
K.E.
Lyrics: ‘Five Stop Mother Superior Rain’ – Flaming Lips, In A Priest Driven Ambulance
ANIMAL COLLECTIVE – Hollinndagain (2006) – Mutante-inc
However, I don’t want to sound like someone who only enjoys his own favourite genre of music. It’s true I’m not a big ambient/drone/noise fan (I’ve always preferred melody, speedand energy) but my tastes do range far and wide. If you can’t think of anything better than arrhythmic, disjointed compositions of white noise and random percussive elements then by all means give this record a go. I do know that there is a large audience for this kind of music, and of course that’s absolutely fine. Bear in mind, though, that the production on this record really isn’t up to scratch. I understand it’s a collection of live recordings, but the lack of polish is incredible. Tracks end abruptly, are overshadowed by background noise and in general it’s hard to shake the feeling that this is a coupla guys fuckin’ about with their instruments in their mum’s garage. Whatever though, you’ve heard my opinion and if you think I sound completely uneducated then go make your own judgement.
Dan Howe
