Singles: Dennis Hopper Choppers, Psychic Twin, Silicon Ballet, Stalagmites, Wet Nuns
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Greetings, readers drinking Abuelita chocolate (not Fairtrade) while reading Doctor Who and the Cybermen while the boss is buying a helicopter. 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 both of Adi Carter‘s mad remix skills and Rutland Arms, easily the best pub in Sheffield. Yup. Deal with it. And no, they didn’t pay us. Yet. Skint mofos…
Ah, singles, right:
Singles: Pistola Kicks, LickSpittle, The Lucid Dream, Ethan Ash, The Narrows, Stalking Horse
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Greetings, readers drinking decaffeinated fair trade perry (wah wah remix) and nibbling spoons while the boss is singing the latest Coldplay dirge. 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. Problem?
This week’s singles come courtesy of Electro and his goofball villain persona. Not the gritty Electro that appeared on the Sin-Eater arc of Spidey. That depressed me when I was a kid.
Ah, singles, right:
Singles: Hiatus & Shura, Hollows, Buffalo Bones, Master and the Mule, Ellen and the Escapades, Future Shape of Sound
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Greetings, readers drinking HP Sauce (locally sourced and with adduct amines) and nicking egg noodles from Lukin’s while the boss is sniffing acetonitrile (which is better than a mojito – fact). 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 writers review ‘em. Mahalo.
“Who are these bands?” You might ask from your all-knowing chair (ergonomic-ah from ikea). Well, the names are attached. Give them a try. You might actually like them instead of buying another edition of Arcade Fire‘s The Suburbs (the Where’s Wally Edition).
This week’s singles come courtesy of Jimmy Saville and his gold chains. Man can do no wrong in my book. At least he ain’t Roman “Detritus” Polanski. Fuck that asshole.
Ah, singles, right:
Singles: Miniature Dinosaur, Deerhoof (w/Jeff Tweedy), Twilight Sad, The Miserable Rich, Esben & the Witch
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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).
Ah, singles, right:
Singles: Gaoler’s Daughter, Afghan Raiders, Pisco Sour Hour, Matt Kim Andrew WK Soulja Boy, The Payroll Union
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?
Ah, singles, right:
Welcome to thecontrollersphere
of Montreal – thecontrollersphere
Stream – ‘L’age D’or’
It’s hard to describe of Montreal to the newly initiated. You play them a song, any song and the looks you get say it all. What does it all mean? The cover? The art? The title? Their whole discography? No idea whatsoever. It is a true “take it or leave it” species of band.
Panoramic Musical Power
Live Review: Esben and the Witch supported by Trophy Wife, & Fixers @ The Harley, 07.02.11
There’s been a bit of a buzz going ‘round about Esben and the Witch and the somewhat unearthly sonic landscaping of their debut album Violet Cries (review here). Related links have been flying to and fro across the office computers for a while now so you can imagine our collective excitement at being able to witness the band’s live show first-hand….
Of how I found myself interviewing myself (pt 3)
Interview – Lumiere
Way back in the Summer, we asked Lumiere to interview themselves.
Sadly, the tapes were lost (as the carrier pigeons they used went on strike), but, hooray, now we have them all here for you watch them. Each segment is bookended by an acoustic rendition of their newest material (although part 3 has a little love to older material).
Review: 65 days of Static – Heavy Sky (EP)
65daysofstatic – Heavy Sky (EP)
The skinny: That little tail behind the comet that was We were exploding anyway.
The review proper: Why chop down ‘Tiger girl’?
Maps, Maths and Marmite
Maps & Atlases – Perch Patchwork
Listen to this album on spotify while reading the review.
The skinny : Hit and miss.
The review proper : Arguably, more hit than miss. An acquired taste of an album, probably.
The tropical lullaby of Mice Parade
Mice Parade – What it means to be left-handed
Listen to this album while you read the review!
The Skinny : A tropical paradise in PostRocklandia.
The Review Proper: He’s got Doug Scharin (from Codeine) as a drummer and Caroline Lufkin and Meredith Goudreau doing guest vocals. What are you waiting to click that Spotify link?
Wake up song -137
My FAVOURITE new band at the moment. Straddling the gap between Crystal Castles, Bikini Kill and complete chaos and lunacy, Sleigh Bells are completely addictive not to mention the fact that they’ve got their A machines on the table, their B machines in the draw. Organised or what?!
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Of how I found myself interviewing myself (pt 2)
Interview – Lumiere
Here’s part two of Lumiere’s interview/acoustic session, with two songs from their upcoming album being roadtested in an impromptu, intimate atmosphere.
Songs played:
Elefante.
El Encuentro.
See part one of this interview/acoustic session here.
Links:
Website, Myspace , Facebook, Youtube. Twitter.
Special thanks to: Danny OM, César, Jonel and everyone at Lumiere.
Of how I found myself interviewing myself (pt 1)
Interview – Lumiere
Since no one in Sloucher could go to Mexico and interview the band, they decided to interview themselves…and gives us a few acoustic performances of their upcoming album (due out later this year).
Songs played:
Cíclope
Géminis
Links:
Website, Myspace , Facebook, Youtube. Twitter.
Special thanks to: Danny OM, César, Jonel and everyone at Lumiere.
An all night out blitz with Smokers Die Younger (pt 3)
Part 3: The fickle finger of the current scene and passing out at The Washington…
After a slight detour through the realm of cult television, Smokers Die Younger are persuaded to go back into the subject of music. Bribes were involved.
Current Line up. Image courtesy of Smokers Die Younger
Sloucher: Sorry to bring anyone down, another question. Is the album experience alive or dead or is it just singles now?
James: A bit of both, really. We are more of an album making band, we want to get a full range of emotions into a record. There’s nothing wrong with a singles culture either. There’s group for both of them. People are [too] concerned about the downloading stuff.
An all night out blitz with Smokers Die Younger (pt 2)
Part 2: Where we decide that talking about Cult stuff and childhood crushes is better than music.
Only music related pic you'll see here...
As the rain wanes into a gentle drizzle and the alcohol quantities go into Bukowski levels, Amy, Ian and James look more comfortable and my voice becomes slightly more slurred and lisped than usual. After Amy has joked about Ian’s tie, we proceed to pull a “Yer actual” on the interview and change the rhythm without any warning…
An all night out blitz with Smokers Die Younger (pt 1)
Part 1: Of sweets and alcohol.
It’s a rainy Thursday in the outskirts of Brown Street, the Rutland Arms, to be precise. It’s been an interview that a couple of people at the site have been talking about for a while. Since I’ve seen the band live before (and since I’m disposable, apparently!), Quinto and Misky ask me to carry the interview.
I enter the pub and get a pint of ale and sit in a stool that reminds me of my days in Catholic School. While I go over the questions for the band, I draw some doodles on a notebook. Right on cue and on the exact time, 3 members of Smokers Die Younger enter. James Goldthorpe (Vocals, Guitar) recognises me and we talk about where to do the interview. Amy (Vocals, Harpsichord) goes out to the beer garden with a couple of paper towels and Ian (Bass, Vocals) is doing the thankless task of carrying the pints.
Baroque anger
Smokers Die Younger – Smokers Die Younger
“These abject terrors and complexities / may do for you, but they will not for me / take your hands from my throat / Put them back on the wheel / and drive” – Bad Driving Too, Smokers Die Younger
The skinny: The first album was Jason, this one is Patrick Bateman.
The review proper: Let me explain that remark I just made… by no ways does it mean that the albums of Smokers Die Younger will make you go out and commit a few random cheeky murders (though you might end up with a paper umbrella in the floor of the Washington), but instead, it’s the approach taken to the craft.
One route is just an ordinary onslaught, the other one is a finesse exercise in, well, onslaught.
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Wake up song for today – 104
That other band I regret not seeing live? These girls, Electrelane. What makes a girl beautiful to me? Making music like this.
Harley hit & miss…
Review: Just Handshakes, Bachelorette @ The Harley, 26.04.10
Tonight’s gig sees a plethora of bands take to the stage during an evening of severely under-attended fun and frolics at the Harley.
Although it’s a bit of a god-send that not many people are around when the first band, Sheffield’s Antique Doll, take to the stage. I’m sure that a lot of unassuming ears have been rescued from the band’s lacklustre, stilted folk music (circa 1900’s England) complete with terrible tone-deaf singing and a moany stage demeanour. This band has got to be the aural equivalent of what it would feel like to cut your own ears off and fill the gaping holes with cement mixture while smacking your head on a brick wall (except not as exciting). Horrific.
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