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Wednesday, 24 December 2014

40,000 years old, Podcast #113 (Dec 2014)

Like you, I'm anxious to check out new music - to grab hold of the new releases, the latest sounds, the platters that matter (er, matters). If a renowned producer has just "dropped" a new mix, then I'm ON IT! (Curious how these big-name producers are always dropping things. Bloody butterfingers).

No, there's nothing I like better than the whiter-than-white label (the transparent label?). Getting the new stuff is the bedroom computer music fan's equivalent of those acetates and specials beloved of the Jamaican soundsystems in the 60s - hey, this is hot, and you lot don't even know what it is. Ha ha ha.

But, hey. There's also old stuff. Brilliant music from that long-ago time fondly know as pre-digital. Music that ... gulp, predates the Beatles, that's older than Elvis, that makes Louis Armstrong seem fresh and modern. Yeah yeah, OK. You've probably got all that. Checked it out and moved on. No, what you need is even older stuff. Really ancient sounds that are ... oh, about 40,000 years old ...


1: Z.O.T.E., Svjelost() 
2: Hygiene, Fixed-odd betting terminal 
3: Gem lucky Jazz, Yuniy honey pt2 
4: Kinky-UK, We kill fascists (Wharf Chambers, Leeds 5/12/14) 
5: Supports the church 
6: Post, Part-time jewellery maker 
7: Lezet, Chick-a-brac 
8: Family Outing, Thicko 
9: The Enormous Room, I don’t need you 
10: Total Crane, Le booking 
11: Good Sad Happy Bad, ? (Windmill, London 16/12/14) 
12: Mitoma, Shadowsun 
13: The former regime 
14: Erwin Webb & Group, I’m going home 
15: Frau, Punk is my boyfriend 
16: Meg Baird, The land turned over 
17: Slag, Customer bullshit 
18: 40,000 years old 
19: Deathbeams, ? (Windmill, London 18/12/14) 
20: Korperschwache, The healing power of Xanax 
21: Naggo Waugh/Lee Marvin, Knotty dub 
22: The Pigskin Godhead, Martian trippin’ 
23: Abdullah Ibrahim, Bra timing from Phomolong 
24: Stuka, Arde América 
25: The Fire Dept, Your touch on me 
26: Oocito II, Intruder 
27: Sam Gas Can, Gone away for a while 
28: The Televiser, Sea & wind





Saturday, 20 December 2014

K!ll All Humans!!!

Possibly a tribute to The Country Teasers' excellent Please Stop Fucking Each Other - "Die die die / Human scum" (though very possibly not ...), this rather fetching wall-poster thing is one of a run of such art work spotted recently in the grimy-and-quite-interesting back streets of Digbeth, Birmingham.


It's what every other species on the planet - with the possible exception of domestic cats and dogs - must say to themselves as they fall asleep every single night. And given the never-ending selfishness of homo sapiens, who can blame them ...?

Friday, 19 December 2014

My 20 best gigs of 2014

So I’m at this party - probably the first one I’ve been at in about four years - and there I am, chewing on a tasty stick of carrot, sipping my delicious half of Stella, when this chap starts hassling me for information. “What’s the best gig you’ve ever been to then?” Er, dunno, I say. Too many to sift through. He insists. Oh, there’ve been lots of good ones, I demur. No, not good enough! “Come on”, he demands, “name one!” Oh dear, I’m in trouble ...

Well I fend him off and then later take pity on my interlocutor. He’s so full of the question, won’t let it go. So I finally give him an answer, some half-thought-through guff about Herman Düne in France in 2005. It’s true it was a good gig, but it's mostly memorable because of the effort involved in actually getting to it - a forgotten passport, a broken-down car that got going again, a sudden snow storm and then trudging through the forlorn suburbs of Lille on a dark Sunday night, increasingly lost and helpless ...

No, what I should have said to my new party pal was this: these 20 gigs are the best gig I’ve ever been to. This score of concerts, already legendary amongst the cognoscenti who attended. This group of 20 gigs is the very best one I’ve ever been to. What! I can’t name 20? It doesn’t make sense and it’s got to be just one? Too late ...


Giant Burger Band: Power Lunches, London, 2 January
Unpredictable arrangements, pretty funny jokey interludes/audience announcements, songs about the Black Death: the GBB were a happy discovery, even though I’d already been half-familiarised by following them on Twitter (they’re a hell of lot better on Twitter than the usual dullards-in-bands-who-only-mention-that-they’re-playing-in-Aylesbury-on-Friday types). Saw them again later in the year, almost saw them a number of other times, and frequently see a couple of them in my local East London convenience store. Hey, we're almost best mates!


Giant Burger Band

Frank Fairfield: Leytonstone Working Men’s Club, London, 12 January
As regular readers of this blog will know (yes, both of you), I’m not entirely immune to the charms of Mr Fairfield, who purveys vintage Americana stuff with an apparently unselfconscious geekiness. He sat on stage at this venue decked out in a big 1920s-style overcoat while bashing out his banjo rhythms and violin-with-foot-stomping sounds. For Frank it’s always Oklahoma City in 1872 and we’ve got to enjoy ourselves and drink our moonshine before we all run out food and die of cholera. 



Roseanne Barrr: Windmill, London, 4 February
Good shouty lo-fi punk stuff from Roseanne Barrr, who were one of several bands of this ilk that I found myself enjoying in 2014. Amongst other attractive features, they had a kind of imperiously gay/camp quality which - for me at least - added to their lustre. Roseanne Barrr were ... well above parrrrrr!

Mars To Stay: TJ Soar, Nottingham, 5 April
Moody, slow-core material that verged on the pastoral at times. Quite demanding (no bad thing), with lots of little guitar-drum crests and swells and, as I recall, no vocals to rescue us from this ocean of abstraction. Ah, we the salt-blasted audience were doughty mariners, charting our path to the shore with only the flickering Nottingham street lights as our guide. Where was it all going? No idea.

Tom Brosseau: Tin Music And Arts, Coventry, 10 April 
Went to this primarily to see the wonderfully warbly Josephine Foster, but ended up enjoying Brosseau more on the night. Using some of those quite chatty intros that folky types seem to like, he pulled it all off without it being too corny or long-winded. Warm, affecting songs in a Loudon Wainwright III vein, he had a genuinely lovely voice which lulled and lulled. Lull-erly.

Good Throb: Power Lunches, London, 26 May
A gig that saved me from Bank Holiday tedium, Good Throb were a blast of real punk energy and had me positively grooving at one stage. I’ve been enjoying their Fuck Off album this year (“Double white denim”!) so it was particularly good to hear them do their thing live. Harsh female vocals and scratchy, deliberately-basic-sounding drums/guitar workouts (particularly nice pounding drums). Also on at this gig: Condominium, who did a rather impressive sort of stoner hardcore which grew on me the longer they played.


Good Throb

Death Pedals: Old Blue Last, London, 10 June
One of those bands I seem to have been hearing about for years now, this may have been the first time I’ve actually seen ‘em. And they ripped this joint! Pile-driving power-noise with semi-shrieked vocals and lots of energy. Songs built and surged, and the drums kept the whole thing powering through. It was rock music, but none the worse for it. 

Seize The Chair: Old Blue Last, London, 19 June 
Whoopy, driving indie-rock sounds - shades of Clinic and that kind o’ ting - from a group that had a sort of unfashionable look about them while delivering far-better-than-average stuff. Enjoyable.

Faggot: Wharf Chambers, Leeds, 26 July
Faggot were doing it for the gay, bi-, trans and intersex kids. Imagine Bronski Beat with 30 years of gender-identity politics piled on top (actually, don’t). Plinkey-plonkey keyboards, fairly basic drums, bursts of speed lyrics (often excellent) splattered all over the place. Sample lyric: “I feel sick and I feel dead”. I can identify. Also at this gig: Haggerston favourites Shopping, who I continue to like despite all that damned funkiness.


Faggot

Thoth: Power Lunches, London, 19 August
Yelping vocals, slow (very slow) builds, drone-type vocal-guitar patterns - this was not your regular indie-rock gig. In fact, you could instead say Thith Wath Thoth. (Ahem). No, interesting stuff that dared to test the audience a bit. Cool.


Thoth
Black Fungus: Power Lunches, London, 27 August
Hey, this was fine-by-me garage-rock shenanigans. Lots of heavy-ish drumming, rather beautiful lead-guitar motifs, and almost goth-type vocals in places. Very tight playing of that kind which starts to draw you in. Yeah, they began to grow on me like a kind of strange dark-coloured rash …

Dr Peabody/The Non-Nonconformists: Windmill, London, 2 September
A two-good-bands-for-less-than-the-price-of-one deal. Both of these worked partly because they were ... funny. Dr Peabody’s Devo pastiche (right down to the boiler suits and flowerpot hats) was non-laboured, featured good observational humour about the tedium of office work routines etc, and also had some real energy: one of the band was freaking out lying on his back among the audience at one point. The abysmally-named TN-N did a much more rocky thing, a sort of motorik Pere Ubu vibe with minimal and very repetitive lyrics featuring various types of negativity (“What if I can’t? What if I can’t? ...”). Amusingly bleak.

Woolf: Power Lunches, London, 11 September
This is lo-fi! Strident female vocals (those bloody feminists), scrappy punkoid rhythms, that hail-of-guitar sound used by ten thousand new wave bands circa 1979. This could have been dull simulacrum stuff but was exciting and unpredictable. They varied the arrangements like they just don’t care. And fun lyrics, eg: “Went to a warehouse / Went to a warehouse / Went to a warehouse / Went to a warehouse … in Croatia”. Also: a song about Dulwich! Really good.

Afterlife Kids/Lord Snow: Stuck On A Name Studios, Nottingham, 27 September
Two excellent bands at this one. The nicely-fierce Afterlife Kids, who did some pummelling grindcore which included a particularly impressive vocalist (lots of prowling about like a demented preacher), and the not-quite-so-fierce Lord Snow, leaning toward noise/math-rock and incorporating backing tape intros from things like 2001: A Space Odyssey (“Daisy, daisy …”). Pretty cool venue as well - some kind of disused industrial place. Nottingham - doin’ it for t’kids!




H.Grimace: Windmill, London, 7 October
A groovy, slightly hard-to-place band who did a vaguely Sonic Youth-y thing, cascades of guitar noise which they tempered well to reveal quite plaintive vocals and nice, driving rhythms. Or something. I saw them again a couple of months later but preferred this gig, at which, slightly mysteriously, they had an additional guitarist not present at the later performance. 


Steppin' out in style: H.Grimace

Irshad Ali Qawwali Party: Tin Music And Arts, Coventry, 9 October
Totally different to all the other gigs I went to in 2014 and definitely one of the best. More or less as you’d expect with any decent Qawwali music, their overlapping Sufi chants/incantations and harmonium/tabla drones were positively … hypnotic. It was nice to see the place full of Asian people (good age spread as well), even if their hand-clapping accompaniment occasionally got on my nerves. All I can say really is: “Aaaahhh aaahh AHHHH ahhhh aahhhhhh ooohh AAAAHHHHH ...”.

Ethical Debating Society: Power Lunches, London, 23 October
Nice shouty, scratchy art-punk stuff from EDS who, I seem to remember, have an especially good song about a “crap flat” that the song’s addressee (the audience?) supposedly lives in. They obviously know where I live ... Saw ‘em at least once more this year as well (they seem to be cropping up on a lot of bills). Good then as well.

Sebastian Melmoth: Windmill, London, 4 November
Long songs (the first one a slow-build ten minutes), a sort of gothic 60s intensity (shades of Echo And The Bunnymen, My Drug Hell etc), and … well, some rather infectious tunes. Yes, Sebastian Melmoth were a tasty combination. They played to a sparsely-populated room on a rainy, gloom-filled south London evening and their music was perfectly fitting to the occasion.


Sebastian Melmoth
Dog Chocolate: Power Lunches, London, 25 November
Zany guys! Yes, likeably goofy stuff from a band that came across as jokers but also knocked out a decent lo-fi racket. One of the two singers set the tone early on by shouting his way through the first song then immediately declaring “We’ve finished the first song! [long pause] … What’s happening? … Now Rob’s gonna sing ya a song. Go on, Rob!” And so on. Bursts of quite thrashy punkoid noise and a super-minimalist drum-kit set-up. Part skiffle-punk, part prankster thrash. Very enjoyable.

Kinky-UK: Wharf Chambers, Leeds, 5 December
This was a nice set of jokey mock-punk thrash stuff at a queercore night. Oodles of righteous queer anger alongside some pleasingly bashed-out drum rhythms. The night was slightly marred by a little gang of “sissy moshing” fans bashing into people nearby just like the macho moshers they were supposedly satirising. Weird.

So there you have it. My best ever gig. Roll ‘em all into one you suckers! What an unholy mess that would have been ...

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

CAAT's feeding of the 5,000

What's all this? A Campaign Against the Arms Trade poster riffing on Crass's peacenik punk slogan? Blimey, has anyone told Penny Rimbaud and Steve Ignorant? Well, whether or not you're a CAAT supporter - or indeed an on-all-occasions opponent of the wonderful world of munitions - the phrase still resonates. 



Anyway, when you've finished studying CAAT News #235, do have another listen to Crass's rather good 48-second slogan-as-agit-art-punk song. Warning: fades in slowly.

Friday, 12 December 2014

Anarchists over there (Dec 2014) Noisecomp #2

I've said it before and I'll say it again (again, again, again ...), it's noise wot makes the world go around (er, oh yeah, and money). So anyway, stop fussing over Farage, or blathering on about Brand. Instead, put on your gas mask and come with me. Because, there's anarchists over there ...


1: The Double Happy, The monkey 
2: Death Pedals, Dinosaurs 
3: Pick Your Side, Bleeding out 
4: Kind Eyes, The fucking chumps 
5: Go thou my song 
6: Oozing Wound, Highway to the green mind 
7: Not Right, This revolutionary is not complete 
8: Cove, Punishment 
9: Iron Reagan, Drop the gun 
10: Ghold, Forged deaf 
11: Where could I find the will to live? 
12: Hedgefund, Weltschmertz 
13: Death Grips, Birds 
14: Gas Up Yr Hearse!, It's wide awake! I'm mourning 
15: Lord Snow, Alas, the world stops spinning 
16: Junior Bruce, The burden 
17: They say there's anarchists over there 
18: Nicoffeine, Ando guerillo 
19: Woolf, You come, you go 
20: Thee Mark Chapman Experience, Absolute zero 
21: Ice, Sea, Dead People, Ultra silence 
22: The Yes Sirs, Rats are here and they're biting 
23: Crass, The gasman cometh 
24: Unholy Majesty, Night of lead 
25: Defender of Stalingrad 
26: No, Shifting clouds 
27: Pissing Contest, Self-destruct 
28: Flipper, Life 
29: Rekombinacje, Function of the mind 
30: Shield Your Eyes, Larkspur 
31: The most direct route to Paris 
32: Slag, S.L.A.G. 
33: Them Wolves, The wild girl of Champagne 
34: Cop, Hard cell 
35: Full Of Hell, Coven of the larynx

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

More mistakes, Podcast #112 (Nov 2014)

"I gotta girlfriend with bows in her hair / And nothing is better than that / ... is it?" Yeah, David Byrne might have a girlfriend with delightful hair adornments etc, but I gotta new podcast to get out.

I'm listening to Mr B's weirdo-funk classic as I post this here podcast and, ladies and gentlemen, it's making me go slightly wibbly wobbly. So, without further ado, I present ... more mistakes! Let me assure you, nothing is better than this ...


1: MC Cullah, Save my soul 
2: Shitfuckingshit, Why not 
3: Mdou Moctar, La super 
4: Azureflux, Eat my chips 
5: Dog Chocolate, Plastic canoe (Power Lunches, London 25/11/14) 
6: Souvenir Driver, Paris 
7: More mistakes 
8: White Knights, Run run baby 
9: Trans Atlantic Rage, Say nothing 
10: Beatman, Íîñ 
11: Fountianairs, Don’t steal my baby 
12: Like the hippocampus 
13: Austin Cesar, In the depths of the ocean is our capitol 
14: Kaba Blob, Mousso djougou fourou 
15: Cocos Lovers, Emily 
16: Porion, Allemagne-Frankreich dub 
17: Chandeliers, Candy apple 
18: Sebastian Melmoth, ? (Windmill, London 5/11/14) 
19: Jahzzar, Forgiven not forgotten 
20: Julius O Araba & His Rhythm Blues, Oluwafuja sawa 
21: Unable to compete 
22: Southern 1779, Cvnt 
23: Max Romeo/The Upsetters, One step forward dub 
24: Pregnant, Buried in the garden 
25: Ultravox, Hiroshima mon amour 
26: Jaan Patterson, In return (you get classics) 
27: Der Plan, Wir warden immer mehr

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

The right guy, Dubpod #8 (Nov 2014)

I'm sure you'll agree  - sometimes nothing else will do. It's got to be a dose of dub from your regular dub dealer. Well, you're in luck. You've come to the right guy ...


1: Rod Taylor, Every little thing 
2: Bunny Clarke/The Upsetters, Dub in the back seat
3: Larry Marshall, Throw me a corn
4: Count Ossie, Wicked Babylon
5: You've come to the right guy
6: General Echo, Track shoes
7: Naggo Waugh, Knotty not living easy
8: The Gladiators, Roots natty
9: The Jay Tees & Brentford Rockers, Buck Town (version) 
10: Prince Jammy, The champion (version)
11: Koonawara
12: Fire Facts/Junior Delgardo, Judgment day (version)
13: Lee Perry, Perry's rub-a-dub
14: Scotty, Children children
15: Johnny Lover, Nevada Joe
16: Fortress loop
17: Abyssianians/Sound Dimension, Declaration (version) 
18: Black Uhuru, Plastic smile
19: King Tubby/Yabby U, Rock vibration 
20: Soom T & Disrupt, Weed hawks
21: Lone Ranger, M16
22: KXNG†UT, 666
23: Little John & Billy Boyo, Janet Sinclair
24: Prince Alla & Soul Syndicate, Lot's wife (part II)
25: Prince Far I/The Dub Syndicate, A message
26: Gregory Isaacs, Lonely dub

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Sense of an ending

One of the many - very many - complaints I have about live music is that most bands appear to put very little effort into starting or finishing their performances with any particular artistry. Knowarrimean?

These clunky start/finish efforts come in all shapes and sizes. One of the most common (and possibly the worst) is that thing where one of the group (usually the singer) chirrups up with “How ya’ll doing tonight” on the mic right at the very beginning. Oh dear. Before they’re even played a tiny bit of one of their rubbishy songs they’ve already killed the mood (if there was any mood). Endings are often equally banal - and too long in coming anyway because of many bands’ vaingloriously over-extended sets. An announcement that “this is our last one” is a classic dud approach, as is the cranked-up drums before the final, delayed “fer-dumpf” drum beat (as mocked by John Peel on his show way back when).

No, this won’t do at all. The initial and concluding moments of a live performance are … well, they’re as important as any other part of the sweaty little efforts we’re subjected to, and in fact are arguably the most important parts. Come on everyone. Make an effort! I won’t bore you with a tedious list, but a few examples of scintillating starts and excellent endings from the back catalogue …

Starts: Paul Collins Beat bursting into Hangin’ On The Telephone with zero notice at a gig in 2008, an opening that - bizarrely enough - sent shivers down the proverbial spine (mine at least). The effect wore off after about 30 seconds and by the end of the song (never mind the rest of the set) it was all rather so-so, but the start … Also featuring good openers: a Selfish Cunt gig where a woman in some kind of vaguely threatening face paint appeared in a single spotlight on a darkened stage, played a mournful trumpet piece for about a minute and then proceeded to intone “London’s burning / London’s fucking burning” over and over again in a genuinely unsettling way. There was Herman Dune’s drole “Good evening Sheffield” which worked because one of the band was wearing a Mexican poncho that seemed off-kilter that night in just the right way. And who can forget that Killing Joke gig many moons ago at a biggish college auditorium where the people at the front erupted into moshing mayhem as soon as the Killing Jokers crashed into Love Like Blood (or whatever it was)? This is memorable for me because of the way that myself and my weakling friends were caught totally off-guard, having accidentally taken a position near the front unaware that tribal war-dancing was about to break out … Yes, all good ones and there have probably been quite a few more that I can't think of right now.

Endings: my favourite is probably a Go-Betweens set-finisher one long-ago night in the 80s when they slowed down the finale of their concluding song and synchronised the final drum beat with the house lights going completely off. Hey! Other fave endings: an Uncle John & Whitelock gig from about 2005 where they finished and the singer immediately jumped off the (small) stage and began throwing himself around in the audience in time with the first post-gig tune from the DJ (all done with such sheer joyful abandon it was a wonder to behold). Another good one was a Hospitals gig where the drummer attacked his drum-kit with a ferocity that would surely have awed the puny-wristed Keith Moon. I may be imagining this now, but I think during the last chaotic minutes the drummer split several drum skins and eventually kicked the entire kit into several broken pieces. Funny stuff.

Anyway, you get the picture. What went on in the main parts of these gigs I can now hardly recall. That’s kind of the point, right? So come on - give us something memorable at the beginning and at the end (and preferably in between as well). But in any case stop all this introducing and thanking. This soul-crushing issuing of reminders of forthcoming gigs and crappy merch. Please! Give us a sense of a beginning, a middle and an end

And now stop reading. This blog post is over. Finished. E finito. Bye. Thanks for reading. 

Oh ... sorry, I forgot to tell you. I'll be posting here on this blog again next week. Why not check it out? Oh, and you can set up an RSS feed if you want to. And send me an email if you'd like me to blog on something in particular. And another thing. No, wait. Listen. Wait! Don't go ....

Monday, 17 November 2014

Pussy Riot: non-angelic upstarts

... are The Cockney Rejects fans of Pussy Riot? Could be. In another place I ask Vladimir Putin what he thinks of Oi and whether he believes late-70s "street punk" is ripe for re-appraisal. Or something. Oh dear, they're gonna put me away ...

Monday, 10 November 2014

Gods and kings become one, Podcast #111 (Oct 2014)

Yes, you've come a long way. Been to all those raves back in the distant 90s. Bagged those tickets for the secret White Stripes gigs back in the long-lost noughties. Blagged your way into those epic queercore bashes of that mighty year 2012, kicking out the homophobe jams. Yeah, man. It's a never-ending struggle for new musical highs. A ceaseless striving for killer chords, moments of euphoric communal togetherness, tear-drenched happiness.

But ah, the sadness of it. Could it be that you're condemned to mere musical puppetry? Pulled here, there and everywhere. Never happy. No, dear lost seeker after the musical sublime. Not until gods and kings become one will you ever be satisfied ...

(Link removed for space reasons, but can be re-upped on request).


1: Crazy Bitch In A Cave, Rearview mirror 
2: No Negative, Shot nerves 
3: John Callaghan, Once more with feeling 
4: Bobby Ellis, Ska baby 
5: Duncan Avoid, Colloid 
6: Arouse suspicion 
7: Reverend Beat-Man, Jesus Christ twist 
8: R.O.C., Come back Jonee 
9: Tab, Robotnix 
10: Ethical Debating Society, ? (Power Lunches, London 23/10/14) 
11: xyce, Quelle surprise (VRC6 remix) 
12: Misfits, Children in heat 
13: I believe, calcium 
14: The Black Tambourines, Hit the plane down 
15: Animalia, Rekomedacion 
16: Myttys, Tuhkamuki 
17: Irshad Ali Qawwali Party, ? (The Tin, Coventry 9/10/14) 
18: Projekt Klangform, Traumwelt 
19: Jah Lloyd/Douglas Boothe/Soul Syndicates, Channel two 
20: hyperContour, Utter code 
21: Gods and kings become one 
22: Jimmy Liggins, No more alcohol 
23: Seven Teares, Grown woman 
24: Cannon Ball Bryan, Red ash 
25: Cultural Apparati, Venom sorcerer

Friday, 31 October 2014

Ethics in red

Part of my occasional "Bands photographed from awkward angles whilst bathed in the colour red" series ...

The Ethical Debating Society: Power Lunches, London 23/10/14

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Sturm und Drang, Noisepod #1 (Oct 2014)

Sometimes, just sometimes, one is in a troubled mood. A mental state of deep turmoil or pent-up tension. Then, as any weather-beaten soul will tell you, it's a fine line between grabbing your semi-automatic or reaching for some soothing music.

As ever, I recommend the latter. In fact, I say put down that Heckler & Koch and ... check out some Sturm und Drang.

(Link removed for space reasons, but can be re-upped on request).


1: Classhole, Full of hate 
2: PISS, Tight jeans 
3: The Love Below, Let them eat shit 
4: Eyehategod, New Orleans is the New Vietnam 
5: Death Pedals, Sharks vs Jets 
6: Death Grips, You might think he loves you for your money ... 
7: Attributable to human error 
8: Lot Lizard, Puddle 
9: Corrupt Moral Altar, Politics is a bargain between beggars 
10: Death Of London, This is Japan 
11: Withdrawal, Guardian angel 
12: Surf Nazis On Ecstasy, Masturbation vacation 
13: Cut you up 
14: My Therapist Says Hot Damn, Fuck yeah vodka!
15: Defeat, Sore of life 
16: Titz, あほぼんめ 
17: Left For Dead, Kept in line 
18: Good Throb, Mummy I'm ugly 
19: The voice of America 
20: Pharaoh, Spared 
21: YAITW, Psychopathy 
22: Pissed Jeans, Bathroom laughter 
23: Mass Grave, Compensation 
24: Henry Fonda, Mainstream media killed all my friends 
25: Empire Of Rats, Untitled 
26: Will have offended many people 
27: Street Cheetah, Heroin sunrise 
28: Hoax, Sick punk 
29: Voidhammer, First in line 
30: Divorce, Dissatisfaktionpaqued 
31: Homewrecker, Chained hanging victim 
32: Kill me 
33: No One Survives, Fuckin' pigs 
34: Dead Elephant, Stag party 
35: Weekend Nachos, Watch you suffer 
36: Heck Tate, Porcelain dogs 
37: The Ridiculous Trio, Not right

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Much more competent, Podcast #110 (Sept 2014)

If you're a regular reader of these precious pages, you'll know that I champion the uncheered, boost the barely-mentioned and sensitively encourage the easily-overlooked. Oh yes I do. And part and parcel of this selfless service, this work on behalf of the community and for the public good, is that I celebrate amateurism. The half-baked is my favourite dish.

Yeah, yum yum. But if you reckon all my earlier podcasts have been ... er, unlistenable rubbish, fear not. Because, this one is much more competent.

(Link removed for space reasons, but can be re-upped on request).


1: Love King Michael Farsky USA, Dancing with the girl I love 
2: Eltron John, L’Homme à la caméra 
3: Why do politicians …? 
4: CKZ, Digital scratch 
5: John Henry Barbee, I heard my baby 
6: Aabzu, Perfect zombie 
7: Lord Snow, ? (Stuck On A Name Studios, Nottingham 27/9/14) 
8: Schemawound, The dogs of corporate America 
9: Hilliard Ensemble, Domine ne in furore tuo (De Lassus) 
10: Earl Sixteen, Cheating 
11: Much more competent 
12: Emily C Smith, Fight against you 
13: Kraus, Cardigan in cashmere 
14: The Non-Nonconformists, Oh no (Windmill, London 2/9/14) 
15: Elijah, Mount-Ziondom 
16: 808s And Greatest Hits, Vieille flame feat. a fantastic reprise 
17: Stine Janvin Motland, Late breakfast 
18: Neoroleptic, Antigona/Ismene variations 5 
19: Get infected and die 
20: Uncle Woody Sullender & Seamus Carter, Vanguard blues 
21: Dr Peabody, Derek Jarman in his garden (Windmill, London 2/9/14) 
22: King Imagine, Mivina 
23: Larry Marshall/Sound Dimension, Throw me corn (version) 
24: Homeshake, Noitatidem cimanyd (extract)


Friday, 10 October 2014

Joyriding: you are the passenger

Another animadversion on noise.

I was cruising through the industrial badlands of my old West Midlands hometown last night, the car stereo cranking out some as-loud-as-I-could-stand-it reggae, when ... I had the following thought.

Why is it that some people - people who like music or at least profess to - appear unable and unwilling to listen to music at loud volumes? It's something I've noticed with passengers in my car. It's always "Turn that down, will ya?", five seconds into the bloody journey. Er, right. Is it something about being in the confined space of a car with loud music? Is it MY music? Is it that they're desperate to have an in-depth conversation without the slightest distraction? What?

I dunno. I think I'd genuinely like to be a passenger in a car belting out some decent-ish music at loudish volume levels. Isn't this what car ownership is all about? Haven't these people ever listened to Jonathan Richman?  And ... thinking about it, I've noticed that one or two fairly regular occupants of my passenger seat DO groove (a little) to the in-car sounds and don't immediately start in with this frowsy "can we turn it down?" stuff. 

Hmm. I reckon it boils down to this: people who genuinely like music are happy (happier?) with it loud; people who don't really like music all that much (and maybe just masquerade as music types) don't. Kinda simple. 

According to Luigi Russolo, the Italian Futurist, so-called noise pollution is the "intolerable corruption of human space", and judging by the violent reaction to his intonarumori experiment, I guess he knew what he was talking about. The art of noise, eh? Despite my own occasional contact with intolerably loud live performances (one or two Neils Children gigs spring to mind), I continue to welcome ... er, acoustically-challenging music. 

Senti! Russolo preparing his in-car stereo, c1917
In the old saying, noise annoys, but actually people griping about the car stereo being too loud for them is my own pet annoyance. Think yourself lucky you're not in one of those window-shaking sound-systems-on-wheels I regularly hear (and feel) passing through my neighbourhood in east London. So next time you want a lift in my car, do the following. Put your seat-belt on, keep your mouth firmly closed, and ... feel the noise.


Thursday, 2 October 2014

Classical music and other noises for dogs

Noise annoys, and all that, and, as this poor dog knows only too well, there's nothing worse than a badly-tuned violin ...



Anyway, here - in another place, with more decorous lighting and better toilet facilities - I harp on about the beauty of noise, not forgetting noise of a classical variety. Scrape, scrape, scrape ...



Monday, 29 September 2014

Smear this!

Afterlife Kids in Nottingham, 27/9/14
Reminding us that Francis Bacon was probably a fan of grindcore ...

Thursday, 25 September 2014

Down near Parchment Farm ...

Meanwhile, back in the juke joint, down near Parchment Farm, they're preparing to tear up the place. Because, it's still the 1920s, and all that jazz ...




Tuesday, 23 September 2014

It's beautiful, Dubpod #7 (Sept 2014)

The other day I saw a woman (white) driving an open-top car through my bit of lovely east London and ... well, she had rag doll mascot thing at the back of the car. It was a little Rasta figure.

As I recall it the car sound system was playing some nondescript R'n'B stuff. Whereas, what rag-doll woman should have been listening to was Dubpod #7. Why? Because ... it's beautiful.

(Link removed for space reasons, but can be re-upped on request).


1: The Abyssinians, Reason time 
2: Asher & Tremble/Rockers, Humble dub 
3: Rod Taylor, No one can tell I about Jah Jah (version) 
4: Sly & Robbie/Prince Jammy, Pure is the soul 
5: Johnny & The Skatalites, Murderer (version) 
6: It’s beautiful 
7: Lloyd Jones & Brentford Rockers, Red in a babylon (version) 
8: Jo Jo Hookim, Moses dub 
9: The Pioneers, People grudgeful 
10: Scientist, Meteorite 
11: Lloyd & Devon, Cus cus 
12: Sir Isaac Pitman & Sons 
13: Abyssianians/Sound Dimension, Declaration (version) 
14: Sly & Robbie & Revolutionaries, Gully bank dub 
15: Johnny Clarke, Don't be a rude boy 
16: Derrick Morgan, Kill me dead 
17: The Observers, Lightning and thunder 
18: Laughter 
19: Barry Brown, It ago dread 
20: Revolutionaries, Rocking dub 
21: Sun Ra & His Solar-Myth Arkestra, Strange worlds 
22: Big Joe & Scorcher/Sound Dimension, Jah jah help pt2 
23: Big Youth, All nations bow 
24: Put the mic where your mouth is 
25: Prince Far I/Adrian Sherwood/The Dub Syndicate, Abderrahmane 
26: King Tubby, Real gone crazy dub 
27: Public Image Limited, Careering 
28: Mafia All Stars, Don't think about me (dub)

Friday, 5 September 2014

A garden actually, Podcast #109 (Aug 2014)

Still struggling to get Kate Bush tickets? Oh dear. Missed out on those "secret" Prince concerts a while back? Oh no. It's such a hard world, isn't it?

Instead, all you have to look forward to is another Niluccio podcast. Oh, the misery. Well, don't despair, it's not just any old podcast.

(Note: link taken down for space reason. Can be re-upped on request).


1: DJ Taye, Picasso 
2: Kim Hiorthøy, The woods 
3: Respected in international law 
4: No, Shifting clouds 
5: Oscar Peterson, Flying home 
6: Black Fungus (Power Lunches, London 28/8/14) 
7: Cody Noon, Slow dancing in the dark 
8: The Very Loud Coma, Colidaphe 
9: A garden actually 
10: Sauna Youth, False Jesii ptII 
11: Thoth, ? (Power Lunches, London 19/8/14) 
12: D.A. Terence, Kernow 
13: The Muleskinners, Back door man 
14: PISS, Tight jeans 
15: UncleBibby, The spidrman’s (nanoloop) 
16: Party Pigs, Shit I’m into 
17: Maia Urstad, Meanwhile, in Shanghai … (excerpt) 
18: Pat Kelly, Coming home 
19: Carter Behnke, Frightened friend 
20: Frauds, ? (Windmill, London 5/8/14) 
21: A great place to be 
22: Creem, Sick of you 
23: Franz Fahndrich, Echo-lander 
24: Room Of Wires, Asylum seeker 
25: Jerry Lee Lewis, High school confidential 
26: Force a change 
27: BTB, nbrk id 
28: Unknown, Hoc tro 
29: Bella Davidovich, No4 F minor Op52 (Chopin)