30 days, 30 bands – #13 The Monicans

It’s a cold day in November. One of the side rooms of The Grapes, back when it still had gigs, but not for long. I think it was a week or so before I got on stage with Repo Men. The bitter cold rages outside while I talk to The Monicans. Heather, Paul and Lee were the longest serving incarnation of The Monicans, at least during those weird and wonderful Sheffield … Continue reading 30 days, 30 bands – #13 The Monicans

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30 days, 30 bands – #7 Oxo Foxo

  “When you have to choose between the truth and the legend, choose the legend.” –Tony Wilson 2008. September: “Last of the Summer?” “Yes, that’s the name. Anything wrong?” “Just wondering if it had anything to do with Last of the Summer wine?” “You know that show?”  “Hey, I’m from Mexico, not the moon…’sides, I told you I know of TISWAS!” I had the ticket. … Continue reading 30 days, 30 bands – #7 Oxo Foxo

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Tramlines 2013 – The good, the bad and the _____

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Well, Tramlines 2013 is done and dusted and I’ve reviewed it amply for La Pop Life (a top site from México) and Goldflakepaint (a top site from Bristol). For my own Shithole of a Website (TM), Sloucher, I’ll do a bit of photo caption and then go into an assessment of the bad, the good and the _____. Continue reading “Tramlines 2013 – The good, the bad and the _____”

Podcast – Rosolio Dischordial

This week’s Radio Chaneque mix is a mix of dissonant rock, past and present, with bands who embraced odd time signatures with punk, metal, math and even a bit of psychedelic feelings.

Lend your attention to these 18 bands, who crank it up when needed or play it soft when they plan to suckerpunch you. This podcast is dedicated to Smithereens & The Chapman Family, two great bands that never disappointed me. Even bigger dedication to the memory of Jason Noble.

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Oxo Foxo – Disguise EP

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“Let him loose.”

I’m sitting in a cold room and a burlap sack has been removed from my face. Behind two floodlights, two lanky fellas are striking a menacing pose, cracking their knuckles. The silence is deadly and then they put on hunting caps. Continue reading “Oxo Foxo – Disguise EP”