Playing to a global audience (that is sometimes in double figures) since
2007.
Please check out:
http://derekerdman.com/ (it's where the 'bandage eyes' picture originated from).
Also have a look at:
http://www.tapedeck.org/
I've been using this thing a lot of late and it hasn't really let me down. It's a music search engine launched last autumn that searches the net fairly extensively.
Amongst other things - I found a recording of Ramleh live in New York from last October.
Thinking back – I’m not sure what I was listening to in December – Looking at my iTunes, I downloaded 312 tracks. A lot of it was “backlist” – including Blue Aeroplanes a plenty, some Wackdaddies reggae and a couple of Victims Family tunes.
I remember being blown away by the new Black Mountain record, which has sent me on a trip through the psychedelic vaults and got me back into Circle (hence the track here) and Pharaoh Overlord. The Circle song is “an adrenalin packed comet of fiery-PCP intensity”. The best Finnish export since Jari Litmanen (not the cryogenic version now keeping the medics at Craven Cottage busy).
I liked the Japancakes cover of the whole of My Bloody Valentines ‘Loveless’ LP. There was some impressive ‘nu-gaze’ from Young Galaxy and reliable tunes from Sonar Kollektive.
I also remember reading an article by Lawrence Donegan in the Guardian that reminded me of the time I got a flyer through the post for Lonnie Donegans prophetically named “This could be the last time” tour. Nothing exceptional about this – except that it arrived three months after Lonnie Donegans death. I blamed it on the post.
Some months later though I found out from a girl I was seeing that it was she who had sent out the flyers whilst temping at the venue. Her boss had asked her to “send out all that shite in the corner of the room”. She duly obliged, unaware that the sultan of skiffle had left the crease for the last time. I found a link to some reduced price t-shirts from that tour – but didn’t bookmark it. Heh ho… There was an ironic element to this as the venue concerned was the Barbican Centre in York. With most of the acts they put on there, you look at a flyer and think “They are still alive?”…
In Part 4, Mark E. is talking about actors forming groups, "even that big guy, he's at it... Whats he called 'Cigar' or somink". And on Courtney Love, "there should be censorship in music, her out of Hole, she should be censored... It's no wonder he shot himself".
There is a definite air of tension at the end of the interview. The interviewer clearly feels glad he hasn't got the same treatment as Adam and Joe did. He goes to do some funny American handshake with SMith at the end too. Worth watching all the way through for that alone.
I found out last night that almost everyone I know has a story incorporating the incongrous coupling of a night out and the delivery of milk. Some simply involve the removal of a bottle of Unigate from some old dears doorstep on return from an Essex rave in 1989 (usually accompanied by a friend, or it could even be the milkman, who bares an uncanny likeness to Liverpool's Andriy Voronin - pictured).
Others stories concern a complex blend of fast and psychedelic drugs, attractive woman and Policemans helmets.
My own appertains to a quest to find the site of an 'acid house party'. For one summer, seemingly every Friday night, six of us would squeeze into the back of someones Mums Metro (I was a lot thinner then) and drive around the luring landscapes of Surrey and Sussex.
The idea was to find said party, usually in the Cranleigh area. We'd stop the car, get out listen for music, aurally hallucinate where it was coming from, drive to said area find it was an Ambulance trying to get to an emegency and so block its path on a narrow farm track. The car would get stuck, wouldn't go in to reverse and quite possibly we'd be partially responsible for the death of some old farmer.
One night we saw a Milkfloat driving about, and as it was the only vehicle on the road, we tried to flag it down to see if the Milkman knew the wherabouts of the party. The 'float did its best to pull away from the Metro. It wouldn't respond to the flashing of lights and stop for us. The driver put her foot down, and we pulled in front of it. One of us wound down the window to ask the Milky the way to the do. It was no Milky driving the float though, it had been nicked by a group of saucer-eyed chavs in such a floundering euphoric mess that they mistook us for the law and thought we were going to arrest them.
A mix here from 'Windcheater' - one time member of seminal Britpop combo Albion and one-third of the Elstead 3. It recalls the innocent days 0f 1990 and barns in Alford.
I’m sure you have all been plagued with anxiety, nervously sweating, jiggling your legs and biting your nails waiting for the November ‘’pottacast”. Well, whoop with delight and punch the air, because my friends HERE IT IS.
I’ve managed to miss a lot of gigs I wanted to see this month, The(e) (they should adopt the extra ‘e’)Warlocks, Caribou, Holy Fuck, Ryan Adams and the Cardinals to name but a few. If you saw them any of them, without a hint of bitterness, I hope you enjoyed ‘em.
As far as seeing ‘Holy Fuck’ goes, I've fallen foul of that Fibbers [York’s toilet venue]'coming soon' poster. The Fuck (as their family, no doubt, know and love them) were listed under the aforementioned ‘Coming Soon’ banner and I foolishly took the 'coming soon' tag as meaning they would be playing at the venue in the near future. How, err, foolish.
A clearer examination of Fibbers 'actually playing' listings shows no sign of The Fuck - just a miserable selection of local, tribute and local tribute acts.
Through no effort of my own I have managed to pick up a ticket for MBV, June 2008 (thanks Mr. C - indebted). Our own attempts to pounce like highly (sensually) aroused Tigers on the first tickets available for these shows failed miserably due to some sensually depredating beers in The(e) Sun in Acomb.
My Bloody Valentine make me recall a number of embarrassing incidents in 1989. A friend and I, in that very year – and for at least one after – regular posed as either journalists or owners of a small independent label. We managed to get into most London gigs this way, interviewing the band and so wasting hours of their time and ours under the pretence that an interview would be published in some tawdry rag. Or, expressing an interest in the support band and promising them a ‘split 7”’ with The(e – I actually think they were Thee) Sperm Wails or some similar doudy London band we had once nodded at in the queue at Subterania. Steve Albini once mistook us for the Legendary Stud Brothers ( late eighties Melody Maker hacks). We were neither, legendary, brothers or for that matter ‘Studs’.
One band who fell foul of this, ho hum – hustle – were My Bloody Valentine at my favourite venue, The Fulham Greyhound. All four of the poor beggars had to be interviewed by my compatriot, a man with a very large hooter whose name escapes me and I. I remember very little, thankfully, of the interview. At one point, intentionally, I did make all four Valentines laugh with a question about Wallpaper, however I’m quite sure there were several other incidents where the laughing was on the other side of their lovely indie faces. I believe my colleague also asked Debbie Goodge out. There is tape of this somewhere (Franc, NOTE: if it’s not destroyed yet – please incinerate in a vat of burning diesel). There is also a story involving Kevin Shields, the ULU and some ‘back-door’ action. It’s not as interesting as it sounds though. And, on second thoughts it should have inspired some sort of 'Londoners' joke about going down the tube at Goodge Street.
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