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The Young Knives, Birmingham Academy 31st May

Postponed from ages ago, I was very excited indeed at the prospect of seeing this trio of indie post punk pop accountants. So it seemed were the rest of the crowd. There were glow-sticks.

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The Peth Put Out A New Song

Super Furry Animals/Notting Hill offshoot The Peth have been teasing us all with the marvellous Lets Go Fucking Mental for a while. I have to admit that I thought it was cheekily entitled Lets Go Fucking Men... for a while due to MySpace's love of brevity. Oh well.

The new track is called Sunset Veranda and it has a soul diva singing Ice Hockey Hair atmosphere (with a bit of an orgasm in the middle) going on. They have an album sorted, but when/where it will appear I have no idea at all.

Check out The Peth at their MySpace page, Skin Up For Jesus is worth a go for comedy value.

28 Weeks Later

No not the eyes, ooooohhhh.

Vanessa. Goes to watch. The new sequel to the super 28 Days Later. I’ve heard it’s a bit on the. Gory. Side. And I am very squemish. About anything to do. With. Eyes.

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The Tuss May Or May Not Be Who You Think

Brian Tregaskin, apparently

While we're talking about bands beginning with "The", there's been ever such a fuss about the new stuff from Cornish techno type Brian Tregaskin, recording as The Tuss.

A EP called "Confederation Trough" appeared on Rephlex a while back, and everyone (no, really - everyone) who listened to it went, hmmm, that sounds quite a lot like Aphex Twin in general, and the recent acid-splattered Analord series to be specific. And you say this chap is Cornish? And it's out on Rephlex, where all those lovely AFX tracks have come from the in past? Could it be that The Tuss is Richard D James?

Wait there, Sherlock. The battle has opened up on the Myspace front, with a load of sites springing up: Karen Tregaskin, Patrick Tregaskin, and the apparent ringleader Brian Tregaskin, who in one short but bitter blog post had a go at the Guardian's Louis Pattison, who wrote a lovey-dovey article about the whole affair ("Dancing in the dark"), calling him a "twat" and demanding a retraction.

So now I'm writing about it, and the two of you reading about this now know about it, and there's been oh-so-very-much discussion on the internet in various forums, as you might expect, and it's all cleverly building up to the release of the 6-track LP, coming out later this month. Ah, they got me, the clever marketing bastards.

It's a bit childish, but it's got lots of people talking, and it's a bit mysterious and pop-starr-y. RDJ seems like an enigma, he doesn't do much in the way of interviews, and when he does, he doesn't really give much away, unlike all the identikit indie-pop types.

So what about the music? Oh, that old thing.

Well "Confederation Trough" is ok - "GX1 Solo", named after the amazingly rare and massive Yamaha synthesiser that Abba used on "Lay all your love on me", is a bunch of wanky bollocks, if you can ear-visualise that, but "Alspacka" and "Fredugolon 6" are rather better bits of spannered analogue electronic fun, packed full of ideas, like a entire series of "Why don't you?". Having said that, they doesn't reach the emotional heights of the "Analord" series ("Home made polysynth", "Pissed up in SE1", "Crying in your face", "I'm self employed").

Back in Myspace-land Brian Tregaskin has denounced the recent leak of the upcoming "Rushup Edge" as a fake, claiming that the track on the Myspace player, "Teddy Oggle" is really from the album. I hope so - it's great, really warm and wonky - as if your little sister has been misusing the belt from your dad's record player to bind together her collection of scary dolls, like some sort of glamorous plastic miniature death camp. To me, it sounds like A**** T*** at his best, conjuring up a dense atmosphere and emotion from the control voltages.

Whatever - even if The Tuss doesn't turn out to be that same bloke that made "Didgeridoo" it's another chapter added to the myth.

Godiva Festival 2007 lineup announced

Godiva Festival in 2005

Every year we pop along to the festival in Coventry's Memorial Park, and even if we don't get to see much in the way of bands because of tents stuffed full of people and ah, we're a bit lazy, it's always enjoyable.

This years line-up has been announced, finally, along with the sponsor: PSA Peugeot Citroën.

Not entirely sure if this is out of guilt, or just taking the piss.

Anyway, Jim has already mentioned that Super Furry Animals are playing the main stage on Saturday night, along with inevitable appearances from The Ripps and The Enemy.

I'm looking forward to the daft local "your mum smells of Nuneaton" hiphop battles and KRS-One making like the sound of the poh-leeece in the Spotlight Tent on Saturday, plus the Human League strapping on their zimmer frames for a dash through their 80s electro-pop hits (although please god, not "Lebanon" or bloody "Human") and maybe a bit of their 70s pre-fame weirdness (go on, play "Circus of death", and "Path of least resistance... please?).

The Aliens at Birmingham Academy 2

Even in the shameful annals of barely-relevant reviews found within the paper-jam archives this really does skirt around a bit before actually getting to the matter in hand. Still, the point is that going to gigs on your own isn’t all that bad. Especially when they are this good.

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Art Brut at Birmingham Academy 2

Back to the sweaty delights of the Academy alcove for my third round of the Art Brut live experience. Involved an awful lot of rain and a man who looked a bit like eddie murphy on steroids getting his kit off.

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Forgive me father, for I have truly sinned.

The un-abridged transcript of what happened when I went to a confessional to unburden myself of my guilty enjoyment of the sort of music that I should probably be locked up for admitting that I like.

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The Greatest Football Commentary Of All Time

Stumbled upon this earlier on Glumbert and was both bemused and amused. The decisive Real Madrid game last week gets the most over excited commentary I've ever heard from a taciturn American and an insane Geordie, who you know just has to be related to Sid Waddell.

Key quote "Braver than a matador in high heels in a pink tutu".

You can view this masterclass in sporting hyperbole here. I would embed it on this page - but lets be honest I'm a total dunce and I don't know how.

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