It’s been a while. A real, extremely long, veritably interminable length of time. For a moment there, I thought they had faded, lost in an unknown swirling amusement ride of time. Lo and behold, Captives on the Carousel, back once more, their sparse, intimate music gliding over foggy hills. Their souls wet and cold. Outside, an emotional drizzle washes grey bodies over and over, never … Continue reading Review: Captives on the Carousel – The Violet Bank Sessions
What is it with Folk being intrinsic to the British evergreens, moors, and peaks? Is it the water quality? Is it the splendour of nature? Or is it the mysticism it emanates from the humid moss, the fungi eating away the rocks or the overcast skies? Bad folk can drive you insane. Bland folk is a litmus test of terrible coffee shops. Good folk, though, … Continue reading 30 days, 30 bands – #10 Captives on the Carousel
“If you drink Thornbridge, you’re a minion of the devil!” That was what someone (allegedly) told me in a rather infamous Internet forum. Oh, well, please to meet you, hope you guessed my name. Continue reading “Hat Fitz & Cara Robinson & Support @ The Greystones”
“Lord knows you should be in bed” Gosh! I’m 10 and they still send me to sleep early? I was allowed to go to sleep at midnight in Tampico, why do I have to go to bed at 10:15 (on the dot) here? I’m still on holidays, school won’t start for a long while and I’m not out, I’m just drawing while the TV shows … Continue reading Captives on the carousel – The Garden
EDIT: There was a spot of a misunderstanding. “Shithole of a site” refers to Sloucher, not the festival.
“Why the fuck would I want to go to Peace in the Park, panzón? No Renegade Brass Band and no Screaming Maldini equals no mojo and no Orestes, geddit?”
A solo review, then. For all the haranguing that one does in life, it seems that when things go your way, the results vary from what you expected. Aye, fortune cookies are getting weirder.
Picture this: a small cramped practise room in the heart of (well, near one of the football stadiums, dunno which team). 6 musicians, all from very different backgrounds. Not a single guitarist in sight (well, there’s one but he is not playing guitar) and a bass player that was AWOL, saving the world from the evil forces of Pitchfork and Robert Christgau. Continue reading “Interview – The Legend of 7 Black Tentacles”
Greetings, readers who bought all 2 copies of my self-help guide, Surviving Christmas Break Ups with Turkey marinated in Rum! 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 Robert Patrick, the Terminator and Agent Doggett. His brother is in a fucking awesome band called Filter and he dropped by in a concert to shout and headbang. AWESOME.
Ah, singles, right:
Captives on the Carousel
Captives on the Carousel are a very interesting duo. Take one guitarist (Sarah Morrey) with a very ethereal voice and a cello player (Ben Eckersley) who sometimes ropes out a BOSS pedal and loops to create an army of ghost cellists to help him.
Add to that mix lyrics that feel like the lost tales you remember reading in a book in a cold Autumn afternoon and you got their sound. Now, in contrast to that very stark setting, we (that’ll be Tonan and Sam) got to talk with the pair after their splendid show at the Folk Forest during Tramlines 2011.
Every year, the city of Sheffield goes into full party mode and hosts the Tramlines festival, a veritable smogarsbord of musical talents, packed venues and heat stroke incidents (some of them rather unfortunate).
Captives on the Carousel album launch @ Riverside Café pub.
With musical guests Andy Doxfield, Gina Walters, Carl Woodford and The Mother Folkers. Poetry by Sarah Thomasin, Mark James and Ollie Francis.
It was a lovely, sunny Sunday afternoon at Riverside Cafe, where the atmosphere felt like a big family reunion. The sort of reunion where southern hospitality food is the menu of the day and where everyone seems to be getting along just fine. It might be idyllic, but I saw it on a Cameron Crowe film, so it has to be truth. On that note, Cameron Crowe’s films have always great musical choices and that’s my only tenuous link between him and this gig, where the musicians and the poetry in the midst felt like a small mixtape you get from a good friend.