“I’m bored / And I’m not alone“ Attend the tale of those who lived their lives in glorious stereo Dancing like kookaburras, singing in harmony Their skins, pink and white for a while, the fashionably morose For they wailed, ululated and wowed until the bitter end This is what Screaming Maldini were singing and dancing about. A long distance after The Situationists left the mortal coil Emerged a Gestalt of … Continue reading 30 Days, 30 Bands – #11 Screaming Maldini
The marrying of imagination and reality is always a rocky one. The utopian images in your head will always look like what Sir Kenneth Hugo Adam would do to please Sean Connery, but the dystopian vicissitudes of real life sometimes yield a canvas scrawled by a crayola wielding maniac who sniffed too many grammes of bath salts. Continue reading “Gig: Low Duo, My First Tooth & Screaming Maldini @ The Harley”
Greetings, readers! Sorry if the intro is curt, but we are in an emotional groove and we can’t get out. Singles (or stuff we decided it was singles):
Tramlines 2012: Sunday 22nd July
We asked people on Twitter and Facebook to send their reviews of Tramlines. About 3 people answered (ok, 4, but that was a spambot). Here’s another review by Simon Roberts. Continue reading “Tramlines 2012 – Guest review #3”
Hey, here’s some videos to get your week started. It’s a strange menagerie of styles, sounds and looks, but that’s the tip of the iceberg of what’s going on in the heads of the editorial team (a de facto dictatorship…). Continue reading “Your weekly video dose”
Tramlines 2012. It was a long experience as somehow I thought I could manage to get as many bands as I could if I did half-sets.
I probably shouldn’t plan gig attendances while surrounded by chemicals in the analytical lab.
In the spirit of inside jokes (I.e. the quest of the perfect name for a label), here’s my caffeine-fuelled review. Continue reading “Review: Tramlines 2012 (the whole weekend)”
Greetings, readers who know the historical inaccuracies in Oliver Stone’s JFK. He didn’t took crazy pills, he overdoses on them. I preferred him when he was writing mental things like Scarface or Any Given Sunday, though…
This week’s singles come courtesy of Tacos Los Latosos, the best tacos in ALL of Mexico City. You know it, I know it, God knows it. And you wouldn’t go against God, would ya? Unless you don’t believe in Her (yes, God is a female), in that case, then those tacos aren’t the best. Shit.
Ah, singles, right:
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”
Never fear the ides of March
for what a cold blistering night tried to ruin
three bands stepped up to save
A swell night at the Harley was to be had Continue reading “Review: Tip Your Bartender, Screaming Maldini and Johnny Foreigner @ The Harley”
Screaming Maldini. An explosion of schizophrenic pop, where chaos has a structure and where the wall of sound is done by a proper mixing of instruments and a choral delivery, not an overdose of pedals.
This band also has a secret lair. We sent an interviewer in late November but heard back from them. Then we sent another one. Nothing. Then I went and after getting picked up by their personal chaffeur (driving the buggy from Diamonds are forever), he drove me to the secret location/Lair of Maldini. I can’t reveal much but it’s volcano shaped and near a park.
Anyways, we liked the band, specially their EP Secret Sounds(review) and also we had the pleasure of catching them at Peace in the Park (review). And so I met the band (sort of), in a darkened room. I could see shapes and someone in an executive chair looking at me while cradling a cognac (which I was offered a thimble, that’s how nice they are).
Oh, right, interview.