Greetings, readers drinking styling moose earwax (decaffeinated, natch!) and nicking ginger cookies biscuits from the recently divorced red-haired bird at the office (buy her a pint) while the boss is buying the 600 quid remaster of Achtung Baby (aka the second best U2 album, after Zooropa. Deal with it). Welcome to another edition of our “off again, off again, hey it’s on again!” single reviews column. Granted, some of them aren’t singles, but I liked them and made my stupid human collaborators review ‘em. Mahalo.
This week’s singles come courtesy of Galactus and his recent addiction to vanilla Twinkies. Now, if he could only drop the planet kebab, we would all be happier and safer (but not fitter).
The Payroll Union are a Sheffield band that has been doing the rounds for a while, but it wasn’t until this year when it all started to fall into place. Between an EP launch in a cozy little pub, a stint on the Busker bus during Tramlines and a couple of Hoedowns (one which ended in a massive hay fight), the band is getting loads of good word of mouth.
A meeting with the band was arranged at 2Fly studios. When I get to the studio, the band are still recording. The song is ’1826′ and although the basic layout is pretty much finished, they want to add an extra layer of detail to the song. Melodica, a spot of keyboard and even the sound of breaking wood (courtesy of a 2×4 being destroyed in the studio) are added.
The Payroll Union are Ben (drums, vocals), Paul (bass) and Pete (guitar, main vocals) and they have been recording for the entire weekend. They look slightly tired but happy about how the song is panning out, so we take a stroll around and settle down at a Mexican restaurant to talk about Americana, history and why your influences might not determine how you sound.
Greetings, readers drinking discount Kombucha mushroom tea (SUGAR!) and sneaking a looksie at Nardwuar (he rules) while the boss is listening to Adele (aka the music equivalent of Bridget Jones). Welcome to another edition of our “off again, off again, hey it’s on again!” single reviews column.
This week’s singles come courtesy of KISS getting snubbed from the final line-up for the Michael Jackson tribute. Now, that’s weird. It’s already a cash grab, why snub the masters of the sell-out?
Live review: Vetiver @ Komedia, Brighton, 28.06.11 Supported by: Chris T-T, Marques Toliver
Vetiver’s Andy Cabic @ Big Sur, 2011
This unreliable ‘reporter’ (of sorts) will have to hold my hands up and apologise because I managed to miss the first support act of the evening, Chris T-T, whilst I was grappling with the public transport systems in Brighton. Sorry Chris!
However I did make it to Komedia in time to see the second support act, Marques Toliver who is originally from New York but is now based in London. Toliver has an incredible, soulful voice with a huge vocal range. He plays charmingly honest lo-fi songs, using only his voice and a violin/glockenspiel, and at points comes down off the stage to sing and play without mics. Toliver has an engaging personality, but mostly it’s his expressive voice that has won over the audience this evening. (more…)
Local peddlers of fine country and Americana Pete David & The Payroll Union (one heckuva name for a band) have just (okay, a fortnight ago) released their six song EP, Underfed and Underpaid (another heckuva name!) with an impressive 2 set gig.
Pete David & The Payroll Union’s Hoedown @Broomhall Community Centre.
with support from The Biddy Fiddlers, Low Duo and Dan Haywood’s New Hawks.
It was a cold, damp Saturday. The snow that flurried in the morning was now a wet mess in the streets and the cold British winter was on its last throes.
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Murder by Death are a terrific band from Indiana, USA, who specialise in a species of alt-country with some cinematic undertones. All their albums are dense, dripping with atmosphere and most them have an unifying narrative (The Devil in Mexico, Weird Western, etc). We got out resident freak/spammer Sam to send them an email filled with questions, as he became a fan since he reviewed their recent album, Good Morning Magpie and worked his way through the band’s back catalogue…
Two bands from the Midlands play the sounds of Middle America…
Robert Lane -Well adjusted
A folky lamentation of not fitting in a place (or scene), Robert Lane’s song is like a realisation about your place in life and whether you want to be in company of a flock or stick out like a sore thumb. Sad but true. Splitting the track between only voice & guitar to a complete band affair makes it more poignant.
The review proper: Imagine an Autumn sunset. The skies are turning mauve and purple. There’s a few shades of red and orange by the departing Sun. And you’re on your way home to your loved ones (in my case, a laptop).
It’s Friday (hey, where did the week go, uh?) and we have a veritable selection of songs we’ve listened, either because we like them or because we were bribed with Mars bars.
God, I love Mars bars. But I digress…
This week brings us: Hey Sholay!, Toy Horses, (the) Smashing Pumpkins and Humanfly. Read on.
Peoria is an important but little known town in the state of Illinois. It’s the birthplace of the multifaceted industrial giant known as Caterpillar and is considered as the best representation of the demographical standard (!) of the USA. In layman terms, if something works in Peoria, it works in the rest of the States.
The musical scene in Peoria is basically null, limited to a massive following of cover bands in bars. Hardly a star stops in these lands, which makes me ponder about that whole “works in Peoria” thing I just said. Would all bands want to come around here, play and pass the test?
Greetings, readers who know how to do a stoppie in a tricycle without a “rajita de canela” appearing afterwards. Welcome to another edition of our “off again, off again, hey it’s on again!” single reviews column. Granted, some of them aren’t singles, but I liked them and made my stupid human collaborators review ‘em […]
Hey, Carbon Units… Orestes here, albums that I’m listening to, including a band that just called it quits, an IDM band, a trippy folk band and A MASSIVE LEGEND: Two Wings - Love’s Spring Oooh, this is nice. Suave, bluesy and slow grooves from Two Wings, who send psychedelic vibes from the Glaswegian city of Glasgow. Uh. ‘Eikon […]
Why the hate towards Pick of Destiny? I’ve still have to meet ONE person that actually hates it completely. Sure, I know that Kyle Gass has commented on some of the faults in the film (which I don’t mind, but I see where he’s shooting from) but the album was good and, let’s face it, ‘Beezelboss’ [...]
Hailing from the Peak District, Neon Railroad have been putting in the hours gigging constantly since the summer with amps set on “ROCK”. The title track opens the three track ep and for me is the strongest number. It’s a no frills rocker with all the hallmarks of the bands heroes’. A driving beat, guitars [...]
It’s a strange affair, the one experienced by The Wind-up Birds and the newcomer to their sound. It’s clearly a miner in a strip mining operation that hit a motherload with a mineral with the formula Ba5Gu3Dr2·V(OH) (III). Bass is heavy and well connected to all parts, the drums get their time to shine, the guitar jangles, [...]
I’m pretty sure the adjective “dreamy” is over-used by this here excuse of a reviewer. Can’t justify it nor will stop using it in the foreseeable future, especially since somehow (PR people? Destiny? Last.fm recommendations? Luck? God?) I keep gravitating towards stuff that’s atmospheric, thick in layers and full of bubbly atmos […]
Everyone an army is a band from Scarborough that was summoned to the near vicinity of Sheffield (let’s say Barnsley because they hired a shit wizard for their teleport) to bring a lot of post rock and math rock shenanigans for our unholy ears. They’ve released two EPs, one’s called EP (our review) and the other one is called A coastal Danc […]
Ah, Silversun Pickups. First time I heard you, was during a bout of insomnia. A repeat of Jools Holland in México‘s cable tv. ‘Lazy eye’, it won me over. Got Carnavas right away and loved it (‘Rusted wheel’, ‘Waste it on’ are still regularly played). A few years late, Swoon came by just when I needed it (bought in No […]
Ahoy, mateys, Orestes here with the latests EPs we’ve been checking out for ya… Hanetration – Tenth Oar EP “I’m recording silence!” “You’re recording silence?” “Now I’m recording Tony fucking Wilson!” The life of someone doing the field recording gig isn’t an easy one. You find p […]
Stalking horse. For once, the name defines the sound perfectly. Devious, not entirely showing the true colours and with an army of scapegoats ready to sacrifice in case all goes topsy turvy. Specters is all over the place that a slightly distorted and unsettling voice takes us too, like a siren luring sailors to their death [...]