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A week of very Christian sun has forced the troglodyte metallers back into the lairs of misanthropic winter from whence they came. Don’t despair just yet young malefic minds, I have uncovered one of South America’s greatest lost treasures, Chile’s Pentagram… Read More…
Featuring present and ex-members of Sexy Kids, The Royal We & Your Twenties, new London based three/four piece Veronica Falls are very much in thrall to the better side of indie-pop (i.e. not too cloyingly twee).We caught up with singer Roxanne Clifford for a few basic questions. Read More…
Glastonbury is a big messy event in the countryside which lots of people attend in order to watch some bands and be part of a national treasure. Going to Glastonbury is the fun equivalent of being one of Lady Di’s pallbearers. Like almost everything else in the musical calendar, everyone likes to claim it’s rubbish, but actually, provided you don’t have to watch Neil Young, it’s definitely more fun than all the anti-Glastonbury club nights people put on in London with hopeless bands.
tUnE - YaRdS is the work of one woman from Maryland, USA. Her joyous mish-mash of samples, vocals, and live instruments results in lo-fi pop which manages to be reminiscent of both El Guincho and The Unicorns. Read More…
In five nasty minutes listening to the radio this morning, I learnt that today was the centre-point of London’s record-breaking “level three” heat wave, which will eventually explode into violent and unpredictable weather patterns. I also learnt that we were now in “phase six” of the swine flu pandemic, and that right now the terrorist alert is “severe”, which is another way of saying that it’s more likely that your bus to work will soon be converted into a chemical warhead. Read More…
How cute are Finally Punk? Look at them up there, looking like a little Maynards wine gum, rainbow-coloured splodge of jangly punk perfection. If you don’t like them already then click beneath to listen to a song that will immediately convert you – just like that time Cat Stevens was drowning and hedged his bets by popping out some platitudes for Allah as he was washed back to shore, and wham, bam, thank you Yusuf Islam, it was forevermore.
THE VIRGINS
“Hey Hey Girl”
Warner
The charming thing about the Virgins, or at least the song “Rich Girls” was they were a shitty guitar band trying to play R & B but failing in a dumb and glorious fashion. Then they re-recorded that song with some big shot producer who actually made them sound professional and ruined their schtick, which made them pretty rubbish. This is another song by them, which may have been good at some point, but now definitely isn’t. Basically if they hire me as their manager / guru I will make them shitty and glorious once more.
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There was something about the minimal dub-pop, Suicide-esque sound of Dirty Beaches (who happen to be another one of those plural one-man-band bands) that I found magical from the first minute I heard them/him/it.
The chamber is awaiting, inside we have some more real deathrash on our hands this week, and an unholy quiz of sorts. Prepare for Devastation.
Desolation Wilderness are a three-piece from Olympia, Washington who make dreamy ambient Americana, drenched in a ton of echo and reverb. Their new record, White Light Strobing, is perfect for the long summer nights that are hopefully ahead of us. I caught up with singer Nicolaas Zwart for a quick interview. Read More…
