There’s a becoming awkwardness, a disconnection or more so a dislocating distance applying to this deeply satisfying oddity from pulselovers. Released in a miniscule cassette pressing by Sensory Leakage – quite possibly just 20 copies all told, ‘noisedemo’ mostly features a live performance from early 2019 at Doncaster College, where having recently completed the excellent ‘Cotswolds’ set for Castles in Space and duly handed in the masters, Handley and co decided to withdraw to the safe shadows of the minimalist frontier. Those expecting more of the same folk blown idyll, think on for this 30 minute set is a seasoned example of deep trance wired abstraction featuring looping overlays and a vintage 50’s era electronic eerie – which admirers of the Barrons, Louis and Bebe will surely adore as well as those well versed with the modular manipulations of Sonic Boom’s EAR period. The sounds both sparse and stripped back to the bare, generate a somewhat psychedelic experience, shimmering oscillators forge alliances with dronal waveforms which at times have the feel and out there airlessness of those unnamed white label offerings that Mr Peel would drop in to his late night track listings more starkly, it’s the unbroken 30 minute continuity that affords Mr Handley to sonically evolve in real time that makes this so rewarding, the recurring water effects applying a genteel touch, both calming and cavernous. In addition to the Doncaster event over to the flip, you’ll find three archive recordings from 2015 in the shape of ‘noisedemo’, τρόποc and 91455, the former of which has all the hallmarks of V/VM making a surprise visit to the tigerbeat6 studios or at the very least seeking to spook the folk over at twisted nerve. As to ‘τρόποc’, well in truth we are back in EAR terrains though here as though in a face off with a particularly impish and youthful Add N to X. Which all but leaves ‘91455’ to lead matters to the run out, and with that drop the sets best moment, a wonderful slice of rustic nostalgia finding its sonic friend in littlebow, a charmed carousel possessed of the playfulness of the much missed Assembled Minds and with that the lush courtesy of the silken symphonia of Magnetophone.

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current and future polytechnics …..

Those of you fully abreast of polytechnic youth happenings will know Dom’s 2020 schedule is pretty much tied up until release number 125, it seems there’s still uncertain on vinyl pressing from Europe with Brexit potentially hiking up costs to prohibitive levels, still there’s talk of lathes not being affected, thanks to Phil at 345rpm and the potential reliance on cassettes.

However, just out of pressing, two long out of print compilations have been gathered together and given a new lease of life, the previosly well received ‘they make no say’ and ‘popcorn lung’ both re-emerge as a limited 300 double disc on red and mustard vinyl ….. both mentioned here….


… and here …..


Lastly, it’s a rare thing for me to find myself lost for words, but I am ever so humbled and overwhelmed that the label over the busy Christmas period got together with a host of very kind folk to put together a limited lathe release by way of a benefit type thing for me – see I told you, so stunned I can’t even express the words properly.

Anyway,  I’ll leave it to Dom to explain before I start welling up again……..

‘Hey folks, news of a very special NEW release just planned over the Christmas period, which I think may just make it out as the first release for 2020.

Released by way of a benefit 45 to the widely revered and much loved, ace musical scribe MARK BARTON & THE SUNDAY EXPERIENCE. Mark has been a mate for 20 years or so now, and as many of you who tune into the page may know, has been struggling with his writing during a hellish last 12 months or so with failing health. So many artists and labels are indebted to his continuous support and enthusiastic writing. The four mentioned below are just the tip of the iceberg really.

so PY117 is released in his honour. a lathe cut 45 released as a pressing of 100 copies featuring new tracks (we’re 99.9% sure at the time of writing) from: TOMORROW SYNDICATE | POLYPORES | LAKE RUTH | POLYTECHNIC SOUND ARCHIVE.

more news as it’s ready to roll but just to say HUGE thanks to all bands and especially cutting guru Philm who is working flat out to get this one done asap.

All proceeds go directly to Mark himself.
Thanks guys, Happy New Year to ya’s!


update …..

The Sunday Experience” benefit EP | PY117 RELEASE DATE: This coming Monday night 20|1|20 at 9PM

Hey everyone, I mentioned this one recently, now it’s ready to roll. As I said before, Mark Barton’s writing, reviews, features and sheer enthusiasm and know how have long been admired by many; this past year he has continued at an incredible rate despite fighting an ongoing battle against ill health.

As it turns out, since mentioning this, we could have filled a double LP without exaggeration. however, it’s a 4 trk EP we come knocking with, here. TOMORROW SYNDICATE | POLYPORES | LAKE RUTH w/LISTENING CENTER | POLYTECHNIC SOUND ARCHIVE. 100 numbered copies WITH ALL PROCEEDS GOING DIRECTLY TO MARK.

This one will fly, so tune in right here this coming Monday (20/1) at 9PM UK time. Also every bit as key in this one’s creation Philm at 3.45 cutting, has very kindly cut a total one off copy as a picture disc with a 24 hour auction also beginning monday at 9, whereby this one-off 45 also goes up for grabs with full bid going directly to Mark…. The package also includes a fab insert with tribute from Nick Taylor.

see you then….


many thanks to all involved, I am forever indebted to your kind spirit and time taken over Christmas, bless you all ……..





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e +

Hopefully the links are working below, but here’s a sneak snippet of one of the tracks featured on a limited 250 (standard vinyl) polytechnic youth pressing by
project e +. according to the press notes ‘….. the debut 45 from this enigmatic Canadian, a 6 trk 7″ in stapled, inkstamped, numbered flipover sleeves harking back to the golden days of ’78-’82 DIY period’ which, incidentally, is available now on pre-order. Titled er ‘untitled’ this cosmic carousel is trimmed with a wonderfully trippy flavouring which by these well worn ears had us instantly recalling the rarified cosmically pysched grooves of the, for too long, missing in action Mr Lyons … better known here as the Palace of Swords. I’m guessing another essential then.


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Gabe Knox

No date of release confirmed on this yet, though its been assigned the all important catalogue number PY98. From Gabe Knox via polytechnic Youth, this is ‘hello world’ and its accompanying flip ‘taking a break’. A quality slice of rero electro that appears timelocked on the frontal horizon of electronicas golden age, possessed of a lightness of purpose and a playful accessibility, it comes seductively cut with the same nostalgic glow as those that decorated that recent the Twelve Hour Foundation outing for Castles in Space, that same air of kitschy kosmische, ‘taking a break’ particularly cheerily chiming as though prepped as a lost mid 70’s theme for some aborted ‘Tomorrow’s World’ rival.of course, essential

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Archiv – Singled Out – Missive 41 ……..

Archive posting originally published on the losing today site ….. August 2004 …..

Missive 41
Singled Out

Missive 41

‘Holy shit Batman, what is that sound, it’s hurting my head…’

‘Shut the fuck up Robin, don’t you know it’s the all new swanky Singled Out, superhero tunes for a superhero guy, and while we are at it, why has my Sonic Youth t-shirt got nipples, have you been wearing it again?

Dedicated to Kelly and Mark missing you lots and lots.

The joy, we’ve discovered brackets, yes brackets as in (these type brackets) and as a mark of respect (and joy at our discovery) this weeks singled out will be bulging with words (and brackets). Next time out, the, mysteries, of….punctuation!!! explained, . (?) !

Okay a kind of very quick Singled Out before we check out for a week or two to clear the decks of what is beginning to look like a mountain range for a CD album pile.

Our thanks to the people responsible for the latest issue of the Word (Issue 19). Not only did they hit us with a cover mounted CD that features the God like genius of Robyn Hitchcock teamed up on this occasion with Gillian Welch and David Rawlings but delighted us with an observant and highly readable appraisal of Undead looking Jack and the diminutive (but gorgeous with it) Meg better known (as if you didn’t know) as the White Stripes. But the best was yet to come, as though making it seem like all my Christmas’s had come on the same day albeit four months early they threw in a highly entertaining and memory jerking 5 page salute to the greatest band in their own tea break that the Beatles wanted to be (had they of course not split up five years earlier or else formed 15 years later), the Rutles, we salute you Neil Innes.

Quote of the week comes via a spot of casual twilight internet surfing where we happened across God like Genius number two, Julian Cope. When asked by a fan via his sites message board:

‘Would you ever do another Teardrop Explodes gig?’

Our intrepid Space Druid resplendent in the art of one-line put-downs replied:

‘Would you ever return to having your mother wipe your asshole?’

So we’ll take that as a firm NO then Jules?! For more spleen ripping moments aplenty check out http://www.headheritage.co.uk/drude/qa/brain_donor.php

Sad news indeed reached us this week that the self styled super freak and King of Punk Funk Rick James passed away in his sleep on 6th August 2004 at his LA home. The multi million selling artists performances shocked and astounded audiences in equal measures when his ‘Street Songs’ album brought him to the attention of the music world at large. As well as being a musician in his own right and proficient with at least five instruments, he also wrote songs for other artists including Teena Marie and the Temptations and was often sampled, perhaps most famously on MC Hammer’s ‘U can’t touch this’ which included ‘Super Freak’. James (real name James Johnson) was born February 1st 1948 a nephew of Temptations vocalist Melvin Franklin he founded his first band the Mynah Birds after going AWOL from the Navy, a band whose members would later go their separate ways and form legends Steppenwolf (Goldie McJohn) and Buffalo Springfield (Bruce Palmer and Neil Young). Following his subsequent arrest for draft dodging he relocated to Britain and formed funk combo Main Line. Returning to the States permanently in the late 70’s he assembled together a group of musicians called the Stone City Band with the aim of creating a more progressive and rock orientated take on the whole funk genre or as James put it ‘funk ‘n’ roll’ taking elements of Sly Stone, George Clinton but with the kick of early Rolling Stones and fusing it with outsider streetwise attitude of sex and drugs (note the veiled references on ‘Mary Jane’ which was dropped from radio airplay). Having earned sizeable sales for both the ‘Come get it’ and ‘Bustin out of L Seven’ James took to the road accompanied by the Mary Jane Girls and a then unknown artist, Prince. The quintessential ‘Street Songs’ was released in 1981 having already seen James corner the disco market with the contagious ‘Super Freak’ and ‘Give it to me baby’ hits. Never quite able to top the success of ‘Street Songs’ James slowly withdrew to more ballad-esque laid back soul as the 80’s progressed mainly born from being irritated at the constant comparisons to, the now established, Prince and his apparent turnaround of attitude towards drugs. Leaving Motown in the mid 80’s he joined Reprise were he was to score a number one hit ‘Loosey’s Rap’ with Roxanne Shanty. Yet the spectre of drugs returned with vicious abandon culminating in his being imprisoned in 1991 and serving 5 years. One thing that can never be denied or taken away from James was that he was a visionary who single handedly took a genre by the scruff of its neck and dragged it kicking and screaming towards its next logical evolution. At the time of his death James was finalising work on a new album due for release next year and had recently been seen duetting with Teena Marie at the BET awards were they performed ‘Fire and Desire’. The cause of death was thought to be coronary related. His is survived by his 3 children. Our thoughts and deepest sympathies go out to his family and fiends.

On the magazine front the long awaited Losing Today in print is still somewhere about but fear not a crack squad of sniff it out tracker dogs have been let loose with express orders to find the errant publication and bring it home to the loving arms of its over anxious parent like staff, I have just today seen the first finished copies and it looks, without blowing our own trumpet right fuckin’ awesome in the age old tradition of front to back it features: !!!, Lali Puna, Fierce Panda, Jet, Fiery Furnaces, the Veils, Franz Ferdinand, cover stars Blonde Redhead, a feature on everything you should know about the Canadian music scene, Nitrada, Tales from the Attic (the older and wiser sibling of this here Singled Out), Fiel Garvie, Mum, 22 pages of album reviews, Gen X and a handy bite sized essential CD featuring 14 foot stomping tracks from artists that your record collection is begging to say hello to.

……..……..NB Losing Today magazine will be out and available in Borders later this week……………

As previously we are still accepting submissions for the next cover mounted CD details as outlined on the last Singled Out as can the address for submissions to these pages and any general gifts you wish to unload yourselves with (all graciously received of course) please note that though advising me of hot new MP3’s is very much encouraged I still like having the sounds in my hand whether it be on vinyl (preferred especially in hand drawn wrap around sleeves with stacks of inserts), CD’s, floppy discs and even cassettes.

And when you are fed up playing CD’s and records then take some time out and have a listen in on other people playing CD’s and records on that old fangled contraption called the radio…highlights……

Mixing It on BBC Radio 3 http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/mixingit Friday 22.15 – 23.30. Radio at its most eclectic, hell they even play stuff we’d give the odd spare limb for. Presented by Mark Russell and Robert Sandall, those with PC’s can play catch up and re-listen to Bjork’s interview on the 20th August show, while treats in store next week include a session from Los Angeles ambient acoustic musician Tom Heasley.

John Peel on BBC Radio 1 http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/johnpeel still in my view the only DJ worth listening to on Auntie Beeb’s flagship radio station despite them continually dicking about with his programme schedules. Next week sees the Deerhoof locking swords 26/08 while the night before (25/08) sees he of the velveteen electronic symphonies Darren Durham better known as Fort Dax stepping out for what should be one of the sessions of the year and which will feature (in his words not mine) a slightly more realised mix of ‘Wolf’ (his forthcoming single on the ever dandy Static Caravan) and a less emphatic version of ‘Beverley’. The following week has Graham Coxon dropping by on the 01/09 and the daunting Trencher which we recommend hard hats at the ready and all moveable objects glued down or at least removed from the vicinity of the radio / PC (02/09). As previously advertised those with PC’s can relive moments from the Fall’s 24th Peel session, not to missed or sniffed at unless of course you have a bad cold and a note from your mum to excuse you.

Meanwhile erstwhile Mancunian bad boy of early 90’s graveyard radio Mark Radcliffe can now be heard without hapless side kick Marc Riley in tow on, what is the new Radio 1, Radio 2 for four nights a week, not a patch on the anarchic Hit the North and sounding like a less anally sarcastic Out on Blue 6 but then you can’t have everything. http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio2/markradcliffe

Talking of Marc Riley he’s now divorced from his radio partner of 15 years and now happily lives on BBC 6 where he presses dainty flowers and scares the birds out of the trees with his bag of musical gems as part of his show Saturday afternoon Rocket Science broadcasts. Again those with PC’s may like to recheck the 21/08 show where the absolutely wonderful Anna Kashfi clock in for an acoustic session. http://www.bbc.co.uk/6music

Album wise the current batch of long players to send us spinning till we are sick and dizzy…..

Tangiers ‘Never bring you pleasure’ (Sonic Unyon)
The Violettes ‘The Violettes’ (Violette Music)
The Go! Team ‘Thunder Lightning Strike’ (Memphis Industries).
Hedaya ‘Another brave act, like leaving’ (Clever Bedsit)
Charlie Parr ‘King Earl’ (Misplaced Music)
For Against ‘Echelons’ (Words on Music)
Argentine ‘In other fictions’ (Self Released)
The Fairways ‘This is Farewell’ (Matinee)
Kate Bush ‘Lionheart’ (EMI)
Gabriel Minnikin ‘Hard Feelings’ (Self Released) we can’t recommend this one enough…..

Onward to this times all conquering singles among the pile awaiting the to go under the knife the following:

Hood / Themselves; Myrakaru; Bauri; Oceansize; Michael Shelley; Greenland; Ali McQueen; Meow Meow, Truckee Brothers; Emerald Ocean; Thee Jenerators; Broadway Project, the Hot Puppies, Small World, the Projects and 100 bullets back.

Hood / Themselves ‘Split’ (Rocket Racer). An absolutely spiffing release that pairs together the eminent Hood with Themselves. This release is the third instalment of Rocket Racers 7” picture disc series which has so far seen (not by us we sadly hasten to add) outings featuring the absolutely awesome Blackheart Procession and a head to head between Styrofoam and Dntel. These releases are limited to a 1000 copies of which there are a further 100 specially designed artwork versions kicking about housed in dinky Braille sleeves (of which ours is one) which look mighty damn nifty. Hood no introductions needed really, our only complaint is that we haven’t heard nearly enough of the releases they’ve put out over the last few years. They’ve been mooching around the music scene from the comfort of their Leeds based bunker for over 10 years now originally coming to prominence in the jet stream that followed Flying Saucer Attack’s introduction upon the ears of the underground, but where both ensembles fuzz laden pop connected them initially FSA would mature into more folk realms while Hood would shift ever more into the uncertain and creatively wide open left field arenas. It’s a busy time ahead for the Hood dudes what with a new single slated for October release entitled ‘The Lost You’ and an album as yet untitled due early next year. As an appetiser this split features the first new Hood material in two years and gorgeous it is to, woozy daydreaming soft centred psychedelia fused by the blending of electronics and acoustics that have the overall impression of a melody eerily slipping in and out of consciousness. Laid back and trippingly docile, think Animal Collective at their most sedately out there being hot-wired by the drifting sophistication of ‘Spirit of Eden’ era Talk Talk, simply magnificent. Flip over for an interpretation of a Hood composition by Anticon stable mates Themselves who are basically duo Dose One of cloudead fame and Jel. Not prepared to play second fiddle Themselves work their own unique brand of magic to create an equally fuzzy dream like spectacle. Slightly less together than Hood whose wisp like dream scapes have you running through fields of oddly coloured talking poppies Themselves on the other hand help you relive those odd fragmented surrealist dreams where objects not normally known for their conversational techniques chatter endlessly about the meaning of life in places where the sky is the ground, clouds are marshmallows and the sea is a big tub of yum yum yoghurt (or is it only me that has dreams like this then?). Skipping beats, vocoder vocals and all manner of strange toy-tronic sounds waltz about in confused delight to upset your otherwise well ordered life. And as though it was going to be anything other, the Single of the Missive. http://www.rocketracer.us

Myrakura ‘Klutic Reso’ (Expanding). Okay the latest instalments in the eclectic series of seven inches from London’s premier electronic label, Expanding brings onboard latest signings Myrakaru. You know the deal by now, 400-coloured vinyl pressings only all housed in a heavy duty PVC that smells of gabardine. This particular release comes in a lovely shade of sherbet yellow in case you were wondering. Estonian duo Indrek and Joel have been plying their art now since 2000, initially operating within break beat mediums their sound has now coalesced and harmonised since those heady chaotic days into what will shortly be their soon to be released debut album ‘Tammetoru’ again on Expanding (an album which from a few sly cursory listens we highly recommend). In the meantime and acting as something of a taster is this delightful two track offering which sees the pairing of the delightfully sensitive sounding ‘Klutic Reso’ with the softly toned (though inclined to spit on occasions) enchantment of ‘Kimalnu’ (taken from the aforementioned long player). Slender, fluffy and very heart warming, ‘Klutic Reso’ lovingly peeps about from behind a dainty clockwork dynamic that’s scrumptiously moulded onto a dozing calypso like melody that could easily pass itself off as a holiday brochure for two weeks bathing in some extra terrestrial seaside beneath the tropical eyes of twin suns. Though darker ‘Kimalnu’ is equally tempting, squelches and tripping beats flutter in the background while all elsewhere seek a more heaven bound plateau on which to play, the duo absorb the ebb and flow of sensual ghost like drones to woo you and it works well drawing you into a hypnotic slumber where the serene landscapes only pierced by the impromptu bursts of jungle-esque friction. File under melting. http://www.expandingrecords.com

Bauri ‘Have no fear’ (Expanding). The fifth instalment of the Expanding Seven inch series (and for the note takers among you this time pressed on sky blue vinyl) features two cuts from Martin Abrahamson AKA Bauri. Shamed as I am to admit but I haven’t really had the pleasure of hearing anything by Bauri other than his tasty remix of Yellow 6’s ‘Leitmotiv 3’ which appeared on Enraptured ‘Source : Remix’ album of 2002 so it comes as an understandable surprise to find that Mr Abrahamson has appeared in one form or another on releases for among others Awkward Silence, Jonathon Whiskey, New Speak, Toast and Jam and City Centre Office to name but five from an ever growing list that goes back to his 1999 debut ‘Sassafras Flip’. ‘Have no fear’ is slyly ear catching, built around a sparse mesmerising mould that incorporates a determined trip hop beat and a thunderous floor rumbling grooving bass under carriage, like Myrakaru’s ‘Klutic Reso’ there lies the merest trace of a sublimely exotic thread that’s caught floating unmoored in the ether romantically entwined with the tingling spacey overtures that flicker and shimmer throughout. Flip over for the toy box lullaby like sweetness of the lilting ‘Hugs’ if ever ISAN and Plone sought to collaborate this would be the sound they’d make, dreamy, innocent, childlike, frosty though deceptively warm trembling pop. Absolutely beautiful stuff. http://www.expandingrecords.com

The Projects ‘Ulysses in the Supermarket’ (Track and Field). Now this has superb stamped all over it and don’t let the older boys and girls with bad excuses for record collections tell you other wise. The Projects are a London based quintet who formed in 2001 released a debut single in the shape of ‘Entertainment’ (which sadly passed us by) and then disappeared for a few years to plan world domination the seeds of which can be heard on this two-track single and the ensuing debut long player ‘Let’s get static’ due any day soon. As is our whim the flip side ‘Nancy Garcia’ gets the first mention mainly for the fact those of you out there who’ve ever laid awake at night wondering what a chance meeting in the studio between Honey Bane and Ian Curtis would sound like with both Postcard’s finest Josef K and Orange Juice doing a tellingly edgy post punk makeover with (the as where Human League’s) Craig and Marsh adding the futuristic swirls on an old rickety synth (so it’s just me then eh?) then worry no more. Dangerously cool shadowy stuff. As if to add insult to injury ‘Ulysses in the Supermarket’ is even better, more of that machine rock stuff that we love so much here but this time cursed with an inventiveness that few groups operating in the same medium seem to sadly lack the grasp of. Sounding like a new age Stereolab tinkering about with a punk / krautrock hybrid and sneakily tapping into Quickspace’s catalogue for source material while their backs are turned, ‘Ulysses in the Supermarket’ is blessed with a striking blank aloofness and a pulsating throb that literally stalks menacingly from start to finish not to mention being home to one of the best bits of pop this year at 1.21 where everything goes spacily light-headed. Neu romantics anyone? Deputy single of the Missive. http://www.trackandfield.org.uk

The Hot Puppies ‘Green Eyeliner’ (Purr). Another record so catchy you get splinters in your ear is the second outing for Aberystwyth five piece the Hot Puppies. Available on heavy duty vinyl and CD from Bath’s most crucial underground label Purr, who for those among you keeping notes may be all to aware haven’t featured in these pages for a fair while we are sad to say, between our last acquaintance (Aqua Vista way back in 2002) and now the blighters have managed to sneak a further nine releases beneath our ever watchful radar. Anyway enough of the bleating back to the Hot Puppies (what a name, eh?), three slabs of poke you in the eye and knock you straight out indie pop, these kids operate in the same retro world as the very wonderful Brand Violet sharing further common ground in that they have a lead singer, Becky Newman, whom you feel could cutely purr her way out of any imminent danger with a mocking ‘is that your best shot?’ retort. ‘Green Eyeliner’ ricochets around your head like a rubber bullet in a confined space, prime time Shadows 60’s twang meets the exuberant pop rush of classic Darling Buds after a catfight with Transvision Vamp all metered out against Beth Gibson’s creamy keyboard swirls and Newman’s enticing quiver like vocals, simply un-missable stuff. ‘All we’ve got to do is kiss’ comes across like a more crushing younger sibling of Catatonia, all softly tender on the outside while hiding away a cauldron of heart racing throbbing lustful desire (way hey…sorry must be the heat!). Sandwiched in between is what can only be described as the swooning twists of Phil Spector and Roy Wood howling gloriously in earth shaking wide screened grandeur, easily the best cut here if only for the underlying sinister sense of simmering bitterness brooding away against the unabashed innocence of the ornamental saccharine laced melodies fluttering happily beneath. And with that, pretty much another of those essential type purchases we think. http://www.purr.org.uk

Thee Jenerators ‘Burn the house down’ (Twist). The absolute dogs bollocks this. The welcome return of Guernsey’s premier arse kicking garage howlers Thee Jenerators who following last years raring to go ‘Jenerator X’ album can’t, in our eyes, do anything wrong. Limited to 500 copies only and featuring three songs 6 minutes in length and 6 minutes we couldn’t begin to imagine being better filled, well we can but what do you do for the other five and half minutes (only joking). Recorded as always at North London’s (now famous thanks to those Stripes dudes) Toe Rag studios. The accompanying blurb says of ‘Burn the house down’ we quote ‘blasts like the Meteors on acid out of your speakers’ and to honest we couldn’t put it better other than to add that this’ll cause you to swing your pants at such velocity that they’ll spontaneously combust. A devilish bar room knuckle boogie that forces through the blender some well sliced prime cuts of not only the Meteors, but the Guana Batz, the Turbines and early primitive Vengeance era Cramps (without the witch craft obsessions of course) the resulting blend gathered up for what can only be described as a riotous recipe of lip curling addictive foot stomping psycho-billy fun that’ll give you a number 2 flat-top just for daring to listen. ‘French Disco’ not on this occasion the old Stereolab number from a few years back (which was spelt with a k anyway) but a tale of a stag do in France and which if my ears don’t deceive rattles around almost in homage to the Small Faces Steve Marriott with Wreckless Eric overtones and houses the immortal line; ‘please mister bouncer don’t say no, you wouldn’t let us in to your casino, we pissed on your car but you don’t know…..’. Last up one of those Confederates Vs. the Union odes ‘The day I let the Union fall’ trades with the heart felt sentiments of a would be a deserter delivered with the rolling train like country acoustics of those early essential Johnny Cash Sun issues. Recommended without hesitation but then you probably gathered that all by yourselves. http://www.theejenerators.com

Meow Meow ‘Sick Fixation’ (Devil in the Woods / Integrity). A quick return to these pages for Los Angeles based Meow Meow following their highly infectious Earlies / Spiritualized meets head on at full speed Jesus and Mary Chain debut ‘Cracked’. With a long player waiting feverishly in the shadows slated for release next month time enough for this 3-track taster to pull in a few wandering souls. ‘Sick Fixation’ is one of those cuts that grows with each attendant listen, not as immediate as ‘Cracked’ it has to said but still packing a brutal West Coast punch. Slacker pop for the beach kids, ‘Sick Fixation’ is so laid back its horizontal, tingling fuzzing guitars with Wilson brothers sun kissed harmonies craftily reminiscent of Husker Du as though tamed and lulled by the Mayflies and Velvet Crush. Better still is the kooky heat stroked ‘Breathe Easy’ with its trace fumes of Elephant 6’s finest breezing in the stratosphere and without a shadow of doubt housing some of the most comatose guitar riffs you are ever likely to hear for the rest of the year. Bringing up the rear in a strangely odd fashion is the decidedly creak and off balanced ‘Rewind’ which is sort of a acoustic lullaby and then not a acoustic lullaby if you get my drift, imagine the characters from the Magic Roundabout sleeping off a real bad night on the ale with Dylan much to wired to fall into slumber trying to sing himself to sleep. You know you want it. http://www.integrityrecords.co.uk

Small World ‘Seaside town in the Rain’ (Detour). Another of those (what seem like) rare outings these days for the UK’s premier mod label Detour into the singles market, yet when they do you can always be assured it’ll be a gem and this particular release is no exception. Having already recently coaxed back into circulation members of Secret Affair (Ian Page who incidentally releases his second single via Detour very shortly) those Detour dudes have now uncovered the much-missed Small World. For those wondering what the fuss is about Barking based mods Small World where set for happening things way back in the early 80’s, two singles quickly appeared ‘Love is dead’ on the hugely collectable Whaam! followed by ‘First Impressions’ on their own Valid imprint aside a few mail order demos, compilation appearances and a retrospective entitled ‘Slight Detour’ it was all but over until now. Now back with the original line up they’ve recently been seen sharing the stage with Paul Weller for a Ronnie Lane tribute. ‘Seaside town in the rain’ has more zip than a Vespa and easier on the ear to boot, smarter and sharper than a showroom stocked with retro lined Ben Sherman clothing and built around a spirit that harks subtly back to Morrissey’s ‘Everyday is like Sunday’ and blessed with an anthemic brass fanfared melody that those Stereophonics kids have nightly wet dreams about writing. ‘Don’t make me feel’ loosens on the ante slightly deliciously bathed in 60’s Booker T keyboards but its left to the deceptive power popping ‘Birds’ to provide the best cut of the set with what sounds like the original rhythm section from the Pretenders kicking happily in the back ground scoring of old Americana tinged Who riffs with the sparing washes of Latino brass arrangements curdling the overall mix. Damn cool if you ask me. http://www.detour-records.co.uk

Broadway Project ‘Autumn Breaks’ (Memphis Industries). Last years album ‘The Vessel’ was a delicious mutation of curving down tempo seduction melting breathlessly with gentle jazz overtones, amid its alluring floor show Berridge deftly injected a hybrid fix that saw Harrison’s eastern tablatures swirling as one with the lounge like language of Laswell. ‘Autumn Breaks’ marks Berridge’s first recorded works since that album and perhaps gives indication of what may come on Broadway Projects third long player. This 5 track baby comes pressed on twelve inches of wax only, and be warned is strictly limited to 2500 pressings. This collection serves as something of a trade off between Berridge’s early career Broadway Project releases and last years ‘The Vessel’, opening cut ‘From the Treetops’ finds the Eastern obsession continuing. This time without the foil of Richard Palmer’s vocals to arc his melodies around a wider canvas now needs to be filled, and filled admirably it is utilising rustling beats beneath a bed of souring symphonic touches, Berridge imbues the composition with the obligatory trademark cinematics from whereupon a sense of tender drama unfolds under which a delicate sultry haze of mystique weaves her alluring web. ‘Linear 7s’ follows in similar pursuit with wisping Eastern influences being stretched apart by a sleek though serious chilled jazz motif while on the superior floating dynamics found within ‘Raga 4’ Berridge revisits old Laswell stomping grounds for a spot of intoxicating tripped out Sitar laced space dub grooving. In addition you get the stately sounding semi conscious ‘Solar Lunar’ and the curiously shy like fizz ‘n’ beats-esque ‘Fragments’ and with it all the signs that a forthcoming Broadway Project long player will be a most desirable addition to the top of any shopping list. http://www.memphis-industries.com

Oceansize ‘Music for Nurses’ EP (Beggars Banquet). You know how it is, there’s just too many bands out there in the big wide world, much to many records for one person and his trusty hanging by a thread Hi-Fi to feasibly keep abreast of, and consequently because of this dilemma some bands fall beneath the radar much to my given annoyance. One such band is Manchester five piece Oceansize who aside from hearing their storming debut for Errol Records a wee while back haven’t so far (we missed their debut album and Beggars released singles) managed to cause any out break of neighbourhood panic around our gaff, until that is this little honey pie dropped onto our mats. Though evidently not like Radiohead in the slightest way shape or form, Oceansize do share with Yorke and Co that self same spirit, perhaps sense of warring angst / agitation while at the same time making the whole concept of progressive rock something plausible instead of laughable. Kindred spirits of the awesome Immune both of whom have a habit of honing their sounds to form a myriad of mood swings one minute decidedly gentle and lulling the next brutal and fiercesome, one thing you can be certain of is the growing uncertainty as to which route their compositions will take, its an effect that can be pretty much replicated by standing outside for the duration of a violent storm. ‘Music for Nurses’ EP then, five tracks opening with the blistering ‘One out of none’ has the quintet sorting out the men from the boys pretty early on in the scheme of things, opening to the sound of fuzzing guitars being fired up this caustic baby soon rattles into a fractured groove that changes vantage point so often you’d be lucky not to get whiplash. Oceansize make full use of their arsenal of three guitarists, seesawing precariously between moments of relative calm to torturous skull bashing hate venting industrial ferocity which, though housing the obvious Nine Inch Nails comparisons, also sounds like both Foo Fighters and the Pixies have gate crashed to wreck the party. In a curious about turn the next handful of tracks ease of the friction considerably, as much as it spits and gloomily wallows away ‘Paper Champion’ takes the slow burn option intensely and steadily mutating from brooding to simmering. On the other hand ‘Drag the ‘Nal’ cloaks itself from prying eyes with a remarkably serene Church like quality that slowly bleeds into ‘Dead dogs and all sorts’ whereupon a spot of Floyd (which never did anyone any harm) is enacted to the proceedings before venturing into what is the EP’s best moment, the turbulent finale that is ‘As the smoke clears’. Seven minutes of muscular sonic pyrotechnics upon which progressive rock gets bludgeoned by grind core while floating amid all the carnage some tastily crafted moments of celestial trimmed noodle rock, not bad at all. http://www.beggars.com

Greenland ‘The Prisons of Language’ (Gizeh). Having already delivered the monumental debut from Leeds based Immune earlier this year (a release which we thoroughly recommend you check out if you haven’t already done so) now comes the equally impressive debut from Australian 3 piece Greenland. Like fellow country men Silver Ray, Greenland prove that you don’t need a roomful of guitarists in order to craft out what can one minute be dream like spiralling symphonies and the next hypnotic displays of torrential intensity. Honing their craft in the best tradition of Mogwai and Constellation’s finest Greenland are fully fluent in what it takes to create glacial texts and carve impressively towards that goal using post rock tools and cinematic sheens and okay what they may lack in as much as Godspeed’s ability to stir up epic melodramas at the flip off a hat they more than admirably acquit themselves in terms of concocting immediately accessible sonic overtures that are direct, unobtrusive and not so over elaborate as to make them generically tied. On the opening ‘The amps have eyes’ they toy playfully dipping into Floyd-ist realms drawing you in deceptively in fact, almost daringly, to an unseen point of collapse which of course never happens though buried beneath a blizzard of locked down intense groove the threat always seems a realistic possibility. On the sadly tinged ‘Cowboys in Atlantis’ the trio are haunted by the spectre of the Shadows at their most potent and touching (elegantly and faintly snaring that repose between ‘Wonderful Land’ and ‘Deer Hunter’). Cruising melancholia cast like some cinematic moment on which a film turns on its heels to a point where the hero, caught in a moment of reflective introspection, leaves the path he has travelled to follow a route that’ll ultimately be the making of him. In sharp contrast ‘Secret rat and the bag of happiness’ zigzags superbly between shades of light and dark though beneath always instilling that scuffing of oppressive tenseness that suggests something untoward is looming large around the next corner. For me though it’s on the irresistibly sublime ‘Alicia’ where the band blossom in full glorious technicolor. Measured and all at once tranquil and hurtfully heartbreaking, Greenland work amid the same given magical environs that lie elegantly frosted between the reaches of earth and the heavens above, a place more commonly associated with Workhouse and Yellow 6. Chords seductively shimmer in shy formations arcing gracefully whispering a language of mournful romance to enchant and seduce in equal measures. Damn it’s quite perfect. http://www.gizehrecords.com

The Truckee Brothers ‘Wall to Wall’ (Popluxe). Now if I had to own up and admit to saying what release came as the biggest surprise from this assembled Singled Out crowd, then this 6 track EP from the Truckee Brothers would win hands down, initially up for review last time out and again I’d have to admit that the temptation to sneak it away in the pile of heard and done CD’s without a review was overwhelming, yet there was something there, maybe an extra week would solve the mystery. Point of fact is the Truckee Brothers are one of those acts that you simply can’t hear reference points, well not immediately anyway. The blurb attached describes them as being an evil Everly Brothers from a negative parallel universe which to be honest isn’t far off the mark especially on the closing ‘Ashes and Stashes’, but then their undoubted charm is borne out of the fact that they find such ease at dipping into not only Americas rich musical history (to which they tip on its head) but Britain’s too, amid these six tracks don’t be surprised to find the clever weaving of psychedelia, campfire blues and Beefheart / Zappa edits aplenty. Add to that the liner notes, which describe the roles of the duo as ‘prancing about’ and ‘voodoo’, which should put you on your guard immediately that all is not quite right in the house of the Brothers Truckee. The superbly titled ‘Death Vulcan Grip’ has an off centre rockabilly edge to it that’s strangely more in tune, if anything, with the Violent Femmes than Stray Cats while mutating a cow punk dynamic with the lighter elements of Gallon Drunk’s illustrious back catalogue. ‘Road kill constant’ is blessed with a seriously infectious hip grinding side winding riff that subtly points to the Knack doing early 70’s street cool Stones licks for fun while both ‘Ooh, ooh, ooh, Chicken Pot Pie’ and ‘Imperial Nightclub Waltz’ see the duo fall through the cracks of reality into the weird and wonderful world of the Dawn of the Replicants, the latter cut obliquely surreal and alarmingly eerie in a way that only early Black Heart Procession ever achieved with a degree of aplomb, think Bowie’s reading of ‘Alabama Song’ redone by an in macabre acoustic moods Radiohead. A certifiable gem of a record though you’ll be left scratching your head wondering why exactly. http://www.populuxerecords.com

Michael Shelley ‘Little Things’ (Heliotone). And it seems like ages since we’ve been able to jump up and down around the room at the news of an impending release from Heliotone but here it is and imagine our surprise and overwhelming sense of joy to find that it features six tracks from New Yorker Michael Shelley of whom in our humble opinion we feel that no discerning record collection is complete without at least one his recordings mooching happily about its confines. Again as with previous releases an extremely limited outing of only 50 copies all pressed on 8 inches of clear polycarbonate vinyl, you have been warned. My first introduction to Michael Shelley came via the ever excellent Shoeshine label (a label run by Francis MacDonald erstwhile tub thumper for Teenage Fanclub and BMX Bandits and while you are about it check out the splinter label Spit ‘n’ Polish and get yourself some decent musical taste by checking out among other the extremely talented Laura Cantrell) way back about 4 / 5 years ago in the form of ‘Half Empty’ his debut (he’s since released ‘Too many movies’ which we sadly missed). There’s no great mystery to Shelley, the magic lies in the simplicity of his songs whether they be the dumbed down little love notes he sketches or the heart breaking tales of deception and hurt that litter his catalogue all made the better for the soft sprinkle of pop dust he coats them in. One of those rare artists with an eye for making the most obvious taken for granted every day situations and building an upliftingly cute drama around them. This six-track release features a selection of unreleased material, covers and outtakes and acts as a perfect starting point to this uniquely wistful talent. Opening with an exclusive Bobby Goldsboro cover of ‘Little Things’ whereupon you are immediately drawn into Shelley’s un-fussed world, it’s a snappy inoffensive cut that has a soft saccharine taste not a million miles from Kevin Tihista. ‘Don’t’ initially appeared on ‘Half Empty’ a hurting ballad with brooding twangs and drifting harmonicas all packaged around a damn smart lazy country trimming, think of ‘Almost Blue’ era Elvis Costello collaborating with ‘Look Sharp’ era Joe Jackson. ‘Julie’ is a cover of the old Bobby Fuller Four which originally appeared on the bands second long player ‘I fought the law’ (yes kids the album from whence the Sonny Curtis penned title track of which would later be covered by the Clash came) this time lifted from a Japanese Fuller tribute album on #9 records and finds Shelley getting very cool and catchy in a Holly-esque / Everly Brothers kinda way. Then as if to show off his versatility a corking cover of Madness’s rock steady ska classic ‘One Step Beyond’ is thrown in for good measure ending it all with the simply breath taking touch of ‘Baby’s in a bad mood’ from his ‘Too many movies’ album, all lightly tendered with a sublime Gospel meets Nashville like keyboard treatment while possessing that soft sadness of a maturing Squeeze and the numbing is that so delivery of Dean Friedman. All in all a quite special thing and another Heliotone winner. http://www.onoffonoff.org/heliotone

Emerald Ocean ‘Oceanography’ (H.A.T. Music). Like the aforementioned Truckee Brothers release, another CD that was due to be reviewed last time out though it was decided last minute to spend a couple of more days in its company not that that mere fact should be read as meaning it was somehow under the same threat of consignment to the ‘done’ pile as TB nearly were, no siree. Instead Emerald Ocean are a little more direct in their approach. A trio based in Andover, this is the ensembles debut release and a little corker it is too, five tracks that reveal a maturity that, and not meaning to label them for all time, has an air of that multi lingual rock / pop currency that the Manic Street Preachers (check out ‘What is mine’) assuredly tinkered with on ‘Gold against the soul’ and reached a logical conclusion by the time of ‘Everything must go’ that said Emerald Ocean’s strength seems to lie in their ability to craft straight forward, un-fussed hook laden melodic rock that after repeat listens sounds evermore apparent that they share an affinity with Pearl Jam (as though with Tom Petty in the band especially on the college rock radio friendly ‘Tell it like it is’) in that these cuts have a serious commercial appeal in fact practically all the tracks here would test the resolve of a fair few of the so called stadium bands kicking around the circuit today. In Mike Herbert they have a vocalist cut from the finest tradition of rock singers who has the ability to take the compositions by the scruff off the neck imparting upon them a deep ingrained passion is admirable to say the least. Live wise you can imagine these five cuts taking on a life of their own to simply soar such is the underlying radiance of emotion, passion and electricity that pours from them. ‘Quicksand’ the opening cut is blessed with a nagging stutter like riff that just mercilessly hunts you down, a real contagious tour de force of pop / rock attrition with a full on cruising anthemic chassis and a deftly delivered side winding strut housing a deceptive euphoric rush that you can’t but toe tap to. ‘I don’t wanna say’ is a much darker affair, opening to the tones of icily atmospheric fractured reverb riffs the dynamic soon thaws and shifts perspective at the blink of an eye to something altogether quite grandly unfurls magnificently recalling at times the subtle crossing of paths with U2’s ‘October’ and Big Country’s ‘Steeltown’. With the dreamily undulating ‘Media’ rounding up the pack perfectly I’ve a distinct feeling that given the right kind of break this lot will soon be household names and deservedly so. http://www.emeraldocean.co.uk

Ali MacQueen ‘Red Lights’ (Hope Recordings). And it has to be said we are not ones for believing everything we read especially when it’s the by product of an accompanying press release, sometimes such is the disbelieving amount of fawning and citing of reference markers that you wonder whether the writer was actually listening to the right record or at the very least whether it’s a carefully set out piece of wishful thinking. Happily in MacQueen’s case this isn’t so. One time member of Nottingham band Autoplan ups sticks relocates Southwards to London and goes it alone to be quite possibly, if our ears don’t deceive, one of the finds of the year. Limited to just 500 meagre copies and with an album in the can ready to get out and about to play with the public’s affections, Ali MacQueen’s debut 2 track 7” oozes potential and passion by the bucket load while providing overwhelming evidence that along with artists like Daniel Rachel and Roddy Hart, (to name but two), there is at present a growing increase of solo singer / songwriters out there and about worthy of the time and patience seeking them out. The lead cut ‘Red lights’ opens the proceedings and its soon made obvious that its an almost male take on that burning edginess that was so often prevalent at the root of PJ Harvey’s early ‘Dry’ era work made all the more inspired at the way the jostling elements of skewed folk and the subtle wrappings of the blues amble along like pissed buddies after a night’s session with an almost matter of fact slumber that at times threatens to wobble off the grooves, an end of term report would probably read along the lines of ‘would be Beck if at all arsed’. My favourite of the two is the flip cut ‘Miss Whiskey’ and yes the Ryan Adams references may well be apt here although I’d have difficulty trying to recall straight off the top of my head the last time an Adams composition sucked me emotionally dry. Not being one it seems to romance or woo the listener, MacQueen prefers instead to wear you down, this neat happily unhappy tearjerker stumbles along bleary eyed in painfully introspective fashion and yet for all its telling melancholy its cast amid a slyly jaunty acoustic delivery that’ll breathlessly blow most away. A diamond of a debut.

100 bullets back ‘I know’ (Velocity). Literally dropping onto our mats not two hours ago, so good is this second outing from Oxford trio 100 bullets back, we couldn’t contain our over bound joy of it till the next Singled Out. The accompanying press release makes several mentions to Franz Ferdinand and while I personally may not be of the club that believes FF to be the saviours of alternative rock I’m not so stupid or for that matter, to ignorant to see why they are lauded so, yet while Glasgow’s finest are very much tuned into the Postcard tradition 100 bullets back instead have spent endless nights perfecting their own revisionist slant, though their slightly wonky Tardis control panel has seemingly sent them over shooting ever so slightly into a 1979 – 1981 timeline. Both ‘I know’ and the attendant flip side ‘Bangkok (Everybody needs somebody to love)’ are up there as some of the most infectious trappings of electro-pop / post punk / dance crossover we’ve had the pleasure of hearing all year. Not your usual gloom / austere riddled tunes that most operating in this field seem so happily at churning out, this lot instead draw upon that sense of coldness and splice it with an almost get up and go charge that’s immediately loveable and more importantly as catchy as fuck. Imagine this, Depeche Mode before they got hair, tattoos, heroin and various band members dressing up in their sisters gear, in other words when they where still four skinny smartly dressed albeit real bad dancing blokes from Basildon, one day do the old posing routine on the way to the studio with a shiny bag of brand new tunes (one of which is ‘Just can’t get enough’) and get ambushed by those Human League drop outs Heaven 17, who are still mightily miffed at being replaced by two dancing dollies (who also happen to be bad dancers) quickly take a peak at the tunes and decide to mess around with the chord sequence and add their prototype ‘(We don’t need this) Fascist Groove Thang’ sheen to the proceedings. That pretty much sums up the strutting aloofness of ‘I Know’ and damn smart with it especially the Mark E Smith like accentuated vocals, this seasons verified dance floor accessory. Flip over and things get much better on the artfully uber cool ‘Bangkok (everybody needs somebody to love)’ which to these ears sounds as though it could easily sneak onto the Human League’s ‘Reproduction’ album without so much as a sniff or a by your leave. Infectious isn’t in it, with post punk electro credentials intact dinky synths bounce sparkily threaded all the time by a delirious roving bass line and some of the slinkiest guitar riffs to have ever fallen out of Studio 54. Be warned, the sound of (in) crowd. http://www.100bulletsback.co.uk

As usual my heartfelt thanks to all those who’ve made this senile gibberish possible, no names you know who you are while not forgetting you for taking the time out to actual suffer it. As always comments, death threats and other such like heartily welcomed. We haven’t a clue what’s gonna feature in the next Singled Out but you can bet your arse it’ll be great (I hope).

And if you really can’t wait for the next Singled Out may we suggest you check out Phil and Brian’s recommendations as to what you should / should not have in your record shopping trolley with their weekly reviews of all the latest albums / singles from their vast mail order catalogue, tell ‘em we sent you. http://www.normanrecords.com

All that leaves me to do is to hope you have a happy time record hunting and that you all take care of yourselves.

See you in about, ooh, say 14 and remember kids I talk bullshit so you don’t have to.

‘may the groove be with you’

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Archiv – Singled Out – Missive 40 …..

Archive posting originally published on the losing today site ……August 2004 …..

Missive 40
Singled Out

Missive 40

‘sounds to mess up your hair and give your hi-fi seizures’

Dedicated as always to Kelly and Mark missing you so much.

Ha ha well surprise surprise we didn’t manage to keep our promise of weekly-ish Singled Out broadcasts from the desk in the Losing Today attic without a ceiling, (that’s a roof to some of you bright young things). We did try though believe you me us, but what with the sun, the faltering PC, even more faltering health, so faltering in fact that we’ve been told by the GP to cease from all the good things in life like smoking, the occasional tipple, bacon butties, coffee etc….which kinda leaves me just with breathing, though we suspect that they forgot to mention cutting out that one. Still we have our Kylie DVD’s and may they never stop and the hope that another Kate Bush album may one day see the light of day to keep us somewhat sane through all the madness, still it could be worse I could be the Edge, of whom its been reported has lost the master CD-r of U2’s recent recorded opus which must surely come as a relief / relief / relief (delete where applicable) to the most discerning record buying lovers among you, better still Justin ‘i’m just a poor boy nobody loves me’ Darkness has been bemoaning the fact that due to the rigours of being a rock star that the band don’t have anything in the can (the can). Kids there is a God after all.

On the magazine front, the European / American version of Losing Today is chomping at the bit at the printers however the Italian version is out at a special introductory price. See the last Singled Out for further details. We are also collating tracks for the next cover CD compilation so if you are interested then get in touch with either myself mark@losingtoday.com or Andrea andrea@losingtoday.com

Now I’m a little weary about doing this but the address for submissions to these musings is (for now); 54 Garendon Road, Morden, Surrey, SM4 6LY.

Further to the last missive I am as yet unable to review the forthcoming Fort Dax single as the mix hasn’t been confirmed but we can tell you that he has been invited as a session guest on the esteemed John Peel wing-ding, broadcast date is August 25th between 23.00 – 01.00 those without radios check out http://www.radio.co.uk/radio1/alt/johnpeel for info. Up and coming sessions from the French, Graham Coxon and the Deerhoof and if your quick about it a chance to catch up on last week’s guests the Fall for what was their 24th appearance and something not to be missed. Also no sign of those Great Pop Supplement singles which either suggests that they’re not out yet or we’ve fallen of the promo sheet, ho hum. In their place though a dandy crew of top notch gear that more than adequately gives you an excuse or seven to make that well earned trip to the local record emporium to part with your spondoolies, included in the parade of all stars a trio of heart stopping releases from last missives AWOL stars Static Caravan, albeit one of them has already been reviewed in these pages, ooh aeons ago and the other two being those polycarbonate lathe dudes kinda things that our resident hi-fi simply loves to bits. Enough chit chat the singles…..

Aberfeldy ‘Heliopolis by Night’ (Rough Trade). Opening the charge in a truly spectacular way is this delicious summer loving butt mover from young Scotland. Taken from their forthcoming long player debut ‘Young Forever’, ‘Heliopolis by Night’ has apparently already seen the light of day as a fully fledged single a few years back when head honcho Riley Briggs masqueraded as combo Firestone: Legend of the Hawk who we swear to owning a copy of but as always with these things can we lay our hands on the blighter, needless to say our crack squad of elite search and (not) destroy troops have been deployed to survey the recesses of losing today’s dusty shed. Utilising trade secrets only known to honorary members of the magic circle Aberfeldy cleverly swarm you with their deceptive ghost like melodies that to these ears have the feel of a love sick REM c. ‘Green’ smooching up to Damon and Naomi to string up heart piercing bows on red sky nights and pay homage to the Mamas and the Papes. To describe it as beautiful is to faintly scratch at its unfurling glow. http://www.roughtraderecords.com

The Clientele ‘Lacewings’ (Unpopular). The first fruits from Exeter based Unpopular records. Growing up to the sounds of Sarah, Summershine, Bus Stop and Johnny Kane and in awe of the vanguards of vinyl pop Postcard and Creation to name but two, Unpopular wear their wax seven-inch hearts on their sleeve. Each release will be limited to 500 pressings each arriving housed in specially commissioned artist designed sleeves, no genre specific codes just an underlying aim to put out quality releases. Judging by the first three releases we’d like to bet in time Unpopular could be your new favourite label. The debut outing stars the Clientele who regrettably we don’t get to hear enough of here other than on those very rare occasions when we accidentally come across their releases in the local record boutique whispering gently in our ears to take them home, but then if we did I bet before to long you’d be bored with us falling over ourselves in awe of them. The Clientele are simply from another time, their sound is perfectly pristine; lilting and loving; softly spectral and above all carved from the finest of song writing traditions. The two tracks featured here have both been culled from their live performance at Bush Hall, London in May 2003. The dreaming ‘Lacewings’ will appeal to all those who still recoil to the comfort and safety zones of those early Tindersticks and Clock Strikes 13 releases. Yet it doesn’t end there, the Clientele pick away gently within a hazy 60’s aura imagining some heavenly super group formed from the meeting of Dylan, Walker, Cohen and the Velvets. Delicately spun the Clientele weave a kind of curdling magic as to suggest that time literally stands still when they play. Slow burning and feint but with a heavy heart, the Clientele are masters at creating the most numbing of pop melodies that wrap tightly around your heart and toy with your emotional threads to play aching symphonies and ‘Lacewings’ is no exception as it sucks and picks away until your broken from inside to out. ‘Policeman getting lost’ is equally crushing, bathed in an autumnal glaze its gently cascading chords upend the frail vocals of MacLean of whom throughout the duration you fear will simply fall beneath the weight of melancholy he carries upon his shoulders. Perfection in slow motion.

Lovejoy ‘Strike a Pose’ (Unpopular). Release numero two from Unpopular is this deceiving gem from Lovejoy and before you ask, no it isn’t the bronzed foppish buffoon with an eye for Antiques from the BBC show of the same name from years gone by, no this lot are a Brighton based quartet who’ve already set alight the indie world with their ‘Who wants to be a millionaire’ album for the ever dependable Matinee Records. This two track 7” reveals two distinct sides to our would be heroes psyche. ‘Strike a Pose’ enlists bubbling synth back drops that bobble around with a sly down tempo glee and have that edge as though Hacienda’s favourite sons New Order and ‘Good Together’ era A Certain Ratio loving it up in the corner blessed out on e’s doing something vaguely off road Dubstar. Flip over to be treated to a delicious cover of the Television Personalities often overlooked ‘Someone to share my life with’ originally found brooding lonesome on the bands fourth album ‘The Painted Word’ and if memory serves me right proving something of a sensitive side to a combo previous seen only as an waywardly arty retro obsessed mod / psych / punk pop band with an ever bulging suitcase of frazzled underground classics just waiting to leap out. Lovejoy take to the challenge with gusto and guile following down similar well trodden paths as label mates the Clientele, keeping in check the sensitivity and bequeathing the whole process with a magical feast of lazy summer afternoons spent idled away sitting beneath the shades of old Oak trees sipping pop to watch a rushing and oblivious world fade into a blurring distance. A perfect summer companion.

The Playwrights ‘Dislocated’ (Unpopular). Third release from Unpopular throws the spotlight upon Bristol’s worst kept secret. The Playwrights, what can we say, firm favourites of these pages there’s little they can do wrong in our eyes, one album under their belts and a second due shortly on the ever cool Sink and Stove label. Intelligent, sharp and a perfect acquisition for any well ordered record collection with a wish to being considered ultra cool, the Playwrights sit at the forefront of a growing scene inspired by the early 80’s art / industrial / post punk crossover that includes such notables as the awesome Culture Industry (see elsewhere) and Art Brut to name but two of the leading lights. ‘Dislocated’ features on the cover mounted compilation of the UK / US version of Losing Today which should be around any day now, while the flip side, ‘Welcome to the Middle Ages’ can be found doing sizeable damage on that damn fine compilation ‘The Hospital Request List (Volume 2)’ put out by those nice people Sink and Stove and which we hasten to add any self respecting record buyer ought to have by law. It might seem churlish or not churlish as the case may be for us to review something we’ve already cast an eye over (check out Missive 29) safe to say though that fans of Wire, the Fire Engines and austere tipped brutalised white funk will not be found wanting on the cutting ‘Dislocated’, while flip cut ‘Middle Ages’ gives the Stranglers ‘Nuclear Device’ a brass accompaniment and a rogering to within an inch of its life, crucial as though you needed telling, fuck what the NME tell you, you need this band in your life now. Check out our MP3 platform for a peak of their forthcoming single ‘Guy Debord is really dead’. All releases via http://www.unpopular-records.com

The Vibration ‘Ear to the Ground’ EP (Sink and Stove). Seamless link time. Weren’t we just mentioning those bright young things of Sink and Stove, lo and behold as if by magic release number (unlucky for some) thirteen features the latest pre season signings to Bristol’s finest, the Vibration. Now we don’t really want to drop ourselves in it, but we’d like to think that by the time this New York based combos debut album is due (sometime next year) you’ll literally be climbing the walls in fevered anticipation and into the bargain they’ll be the coolest all girl band on the underground scene. This baby of a release originally saw the light of day Stateside last year on BC records and by all accounts caused a bit of a stir among those in the know selling out faster that it takes Klark Kent to whip off his three piece and get into his Super Sunday best, now given a second lease of life it’s the turn of UK and Europe to be entranced by the Vibration. As the press release so rightly admits the Vibration are not easy to categorize, over the course of the five tracks that make up this EP you’ll hear the austere landscapes of post punk rubbing shoulders with the dark atmospherics of the more gifted disciples of the goth scene in the mid 80’s (March Violets, Skeletal Family, Throwing Muses), along with some delicate nudges of math rock (Slint, mid 90’s Touch and Go) and maybe a dash of the Breeders (in particular on the semi-searing wounded ‘Badge’) and a pinch of Sleater Kinney for good measure. Yet though all these variants are true and apparent in abundance, for me the quartet nail that fictional dream meeting between prime time Television, Sonic Youth, early PJ Harvey and pre McGeoch Siouxsie and the Banshees minus the psychosis especially given that in Ann Fitzgerald they have a vocalist who encapsulates that icy paranoia so symptomatic of Siouxsie and a guitarist Randie Williams who plays McKay-esque chopping riffs oozing with subtle dark psychedelia for fun or so it seems. Playing to awkwardly fractured time signatures initial listens to the Vibration are dutifully unsettling, the sounds seemingly appear without any rudimentary structure flipping and twisting constantly in a way that impresses an edgy feel that’s enhanced by their use slow to cantering rhythmic speeds. ‘No Eyeliner’ is perhaps the best starting point, evolving as it were as though from two separate songs, regimental drum licks and campfire musings soon begin to blister and fester amid washes of feedback like a baby sister version of ‘Mirage’ poking pins into the eyeballs of ‘Switch’. ‘Vibration’ loosens up the intensity momentarily but even then its primed to the teeth in looming jarring riffs that side wind sniper like waiting to sting and ambush while ‘Begin Again’ is the evil twin sisters of the Bangles dragged kicking and screaming from a parallel universe, cruelly gorgeous and emotionally punishing with it. Best of the lot though is the beautifully unfurling sense of menace on the opening ‘Sweet Oil’. Shaded 60’s motifs scratch and stab into an ever darkening swamp haze of overpoweringly bewitching mantras and brooding storm calling spell making to slyly consume and intoxicate you before you even have the faintest glimmer or notion your under the influence. Deceivingly cool just don’t come crying to us when they go massive and we won’t have to tell you we told you so. http://www.sinkandstove.co.uk

Eye ‘Eye’ EP (Eyemusic). Another release that’s had us shaking our thang is this scorching 6 track self release from London based quartet Eye. Take one Finnish singer / guitarist, a drummer from Sardinia, a Swedish guitarist and an English bass player, the brief to create moving atmospheric rock in the vein of Interpol, U2 and Sonic Youth, the best part of 2003 spent getting to know each other and sharing ideas playing to each others strengths culminating in this their debut recording. A powerful baby it is, Eye perfectly harness and utilise that whole loud / quiet dynamic, and before you switch off thinking ‘not another one’ just check out the crunching finale ‘No more idols’ which in its 6 minute duration has everything an adolescents listening space should be filled with: bitterness, hopelessness, hurt and anger just to name four in passing. But then this EP is more than mere adding casually to the clutter of an ever bulging alternative scene, it is a beast of a calling card. The storming opener ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll song’ is the kind of cut that would make most bands established bands on the circuit these days proud as punch to call their own, a ferocious back side kicking mass of raging strutting aloofness and alarming swagger that frankly shits twisting hooks and falsettos for a laugh, think of Placebo with big bollocks and then think a bit more, a demonic bastard of a track. But if you think it ends there, think again. ‘Runaway’ has the unique attribute of having you imagine Radiohead collaborating with the likes of Baby Woodrose, ostensibly 60’s dark psych in mood and texture but ferociously blessed with the emotion shredding turbulence of ‘The Bends’ era Yorke and Co, we kid you not. And still they come, ‘Girl’ without doubt is the killer of the pack, walk away from this without either shedding a tear or feeling as though someone or something has just torn a hole where your heart used to be then frankly you are made of stone. Call us romantic fools, a love song no less very much in the best tradition of those very early Verve b-sides, gently it picks away softly undoing you from the inside, slowly drawing you close and just when you are so far in and lost within its spell the ground opens up and all hell is let loose, we foresee future St Valentine days spent in casualty as hapless beaus sit in vigil over loved ones having suffered seizures at its heart stopping crescendo as a result of having it played to them. And don’t be fooled into thinking that both ‘Victim’ and ‘Beyond my reach’ are mere fillers, what the former may hold back on in intensity it more than makes up for with deliciously stinging summer pop mechanics while the latter’s drive happy cascading chords point to a band more than able to plug the gap left by the Manics. Certainly a band to watch for, a muted second EP is now complete check out their site for samples. Joint single of the missive. http://www.eyemusic.net

Kid Carpet ‘Shit Dope’ EP (Slow Graffiti). Very nearly winning the coveted Single of the Missive if only by default this crooked debut from Kid Carpet is sure to split the Sunday lunch table into two halves and into the bargain possibly cause a bout of fisticuffs for good measure. Selflessly described as shit hop there’s no denying that there’s something adorable to be found on this debut four-track EP even though it does strike at the heart of the bizarre and child like. Coming across like a deranged younger sibling of Mike Skinner you have to award gold stars for the way he enthusiastically tackles Van Halen’s ‘Jump’ before giving up the ghost and later deciding to give it a well deserved kicking just for the hell of it, Reeves and Mortimer would be proud as punch. Likewise on ‘Blind Boy’ there’s a spot of tomfoolery as our intrepid hero armed with bag of toy electronics takes the classic ‘I’d rather go blind’ down to the seaside for a candy floss over dose and an action packed fun time afternoon of donkey rides before trying to drown it in a shallow pool of salty water. Unrepentant and like an accident waiting to happen Kid Carpet opens the proceedings with ‘Special’ which in all honesty is the Trumpton Fire Brigade pissed as farts and looking for a spot of argy bargy before lunging into ‘Nelson Street Space Invaders’ which imagines the resultant noise had anyone been brave enough to lock the Happy Mondays in a room full of seen better days bargain basement synthesisers and fed them copious amounts of speed. Not quite the full shilling though appreciably a star on the rise even though that star might be slightly at the end of its days and sitting in the shade getting wellied while flicking V signs at passers by. http://www.kidcarpet.co.uk

The Knife ‘Heartbeats’ (Rabid). The return of Sweden’s kookiest duo the devilishly talented brother and sister combo the Knife. Having already floored us earlier this year with their eponymous debut EP and album, ‘Heartbeats’ acts as a trailer for their imminent ‘Deep Cuts’ long player which if earlier releases are anything to go by should keep the old hi-fi shaking its backside until it drops. This CD features three versions of ‘Heartbeats’ plus the bonus cut ‘Afraid of You’, get the twelve-inch and you are treated to an additional mix of the lead track by Style of Eye. ‘Heartbeats’ is as irresistible as it is child like operating on a similar template as used by McLaren on his ‘Madame Butterfly’ release, its bathed in a curious off centre Oriental glow with an ostensible 80’s twist in the tail. What makes the Knife such an alluring listening experience are Karin’s wandering vocals which manage all at once to encapsulate the cloaked tempestuousness of Kate Bush, the dramatics of Lene Lovich and the barking waywardness of Bjork, align them to Olof’s slyly infectious zig zagging off balanced funked up electro dance grooves and you have a recipe for something both disturbing and utterly enchanting. Imagine if you like a more earth bound Pop Off Tuesday (if you can that is). Left in the hands of Rex the Dog ‘Heartbeats’ is given a dandy New Order-ish muscular cast as though caught in a street brawl with Front 242 while the ‘Techno Remix’ bites hard at the heart of the electro-clash scene as was (is) and should ensure total destruction on the dance floor. Last and by no means least the rather curious and dare we say loveable ‘Afraid of You’ which finds our terrible twosome veering at one point perilously close towards frontiers occupied alone by Laurie Anderson before settling down for a spot of sinister bed time lullabies that have all the veiled nightmare quotient of those slightly worrying early 70’s cartoons from the Eastern bloc. Genius whichever way you paint it. http://www.theknife.net

Halflight ‘Subside’ EP (My First Records). Damn this is gorgeous; I’d almost forgotten what it was like to fall head over heels in love with a record. Now its not often that you get a CD that simply forces you to stand in awe muttering wooaa, but then not many records are like this debut outing from Halflight. Halflight are a Cardiff based quartet who were recently voted the best new band in Wales after topping the A&R; panels in the 200 band competition Shout Out. Led by singer songwriter Sarah Howells who in a previous life was a member of Jylt who signed to Ugly Man Records the label responsible for putting out the exceptional ‘To You’ by I am Kloot, released one single ‘Surrender’ and then disappeared of the radar. Now refreshed and back with a vengeance, this dainty four track EP houses some of the most crushing moments we’ve had oozing their way from our hi-fi’s speakers in such a long time. References to Tanya Donelly and Kirsten Hersh are not offered likely neither are the subtle pointers to the Delgados and Sweeder’s ‘Swallowed by the Sun’ debut (especially on the up tempo opener ‘where the pins drop’) as Halflight teeter that fine line between beauty and cruelty. Like Singled Out favourites Anna Kashfi, Halflight have in their ranks a vocalist in Howells whose softening tones hold a lifetime of scars and bruises borne out of regret and loss that far exceed her youth. Complimented by a lone acoustic guitar, a cello and the gentle trace of drums don’t for one second be fooled into thinking that sparse means empty, again like Anna Kashfi, Halflight are adept at creating an exquisite line in melody that’s deep in emotion and rich in vibrancy. Tales of regret and deep introspection pave the way here, harrowingly intimate and so explicit you can almost touch the wounds, the crushing ‘Treading Water’ must surely rank as one of the most haunting and openly candid compositions ever committed to tape, enchanting and hurt it kisses gently to leave an everlasting bruise ensuring its fading glimmer is locked away in a secret dark place forever in your psyche. The elegant strings within ‘Sixfour’ exude a delicate spellbinding ghostly texture that would not be found wanting or out of place where it sat on Kate Bush’s ‘The Kick Inside’ while the sorrowfully parting ‘Photos’ is racked with the kind of resigned fate of helplessness as to make you either seethe with anger wanting to know the culprit responsible for the pain is so you can have a gentle word or else have you crying bucket loads from now until Christmas. And with that the esteemed Joint single of the Missive, nuff said. http://www.halflight.info

Dive Dive ‘Good Show’ (Diablo). Damn us and our elephantine memory. We’ve had this one-track promo burning holes in the side of our head for a week or two now. Convinced we’d heard it before, each listen we kept thinking Dive Dive, did we imagine hearing that name around. A little routine digging around the losing today shed and bingo, turns out this baby originally crawled from the wreckage of its own making towards the middle of last year on Idle, a whopper of a cut and still is. Just to recap Dive Dive used to be Dustball in another life, impish noise-pop-niks who for a short while ripped up sizeable patches of the underground scene with releases for Oxford’s leading label of love Shifty Disco before going on a quest to use up all the available band names in sight (only joking). ‘Good Show’ is being re-released by their new label Diablo to act as a taster for their debut album due later this year and continues to show the ensembles delight at concocting the kind of tuneage that literally jumps out and throttles the listener. Out of the traps and running you can’t help feeling the need to dive (dive) for cover as though besieged by the hail of fire that this lot unload, all in all a spanking debut primed with enough well placed effervescent pop hooks and meaty carnage to have the most reticent of listeners reaching for their air guitar. http://www.divedive.co.uk

Bone Machine ‘Another Day Over’ (Hackpen). Seamless links abound (again), now this is getting daft. Previous record by Dive Dive used to be Dustball who were on Shifty Disco. Shifty Disco used to run a singles club, and mighty damn fine it was it has to be said. Mounting costs, deadlines etc….forced them to re-consider options a so the mp3 club was born, where for a small-ish fee you can gain access to weekly or quarterly downloads, your choice. Current goodies available to have as your own are new releases from Monkey (reviewed here last missive), the Black Madonnas, Trademark and Chris McMath. This particular release sees the mindset of Bone Machine put to the sword on two exclusive remixes along with the album edit of ‘Sleepy from a bad dream’. Remix number one features the Sigue Sigue Sputnik pitting their might against SI Heartfield. Sigue Sigue Sputnik to be honest need no introductions, and if they do, are you really sure your looking at the right website? A band who these days are rightly acknowledged as being ahead of their time by a least a decade, yet in the mid 80’s for a brief period their use of samples (though not revolutionary it has to be said at the time) aligned to art, fashion, sound tracks and a psuedo violent apocalyptic view of the future certainly put many of the music execs of the time on a back foot. On this occasion SSS are augmented by the percussive bleep talents of SI Heartfield (Binary Nation / Geushky fame) and pretty much keep close to maintaining the originals down tempo cast and welding to it a seriously mind expanding tripped out groove that should by rights see the club scene taking it to their bosom. Southampton duo Mike Spall and Luke Taplin better known to scenesters as NA get to grips with Bone Machine’s ‘Sleepy from a bad dream’. So impressed with the results where Bone Machine that they now use this version as part of their live set and a wonderful thing it is to, head expanding up tempo hypnotic bass heavy grooves morph delectably into becalmed dream like ambient washes to create a curiously disorientated vibe that’s as much sublime as it is sensual. Ending it all with the album edit of the same cut, a cinematic treat of blockbuster like symphonic waves pierced by swollen space dub grinds grooving intoxicated to the soaring sensually humid middle Eastern motifs found filtering throughout, alluring to say the least. http://www.hackpenrecords.com http://www.shiftydisco.com

Three Man Amp ‘Harbour’ (Demo). Super fast return for ex-Concrete Dog trio Three Man Amp and one would have to say a visibly marked improvement on their last outing ‘Best Dress’ which we checked out a missive or three ago and admitted at the time to being fair done stupefied by the whole experience and if memory serves me right cries of Nirvana’s ‘Bleach’ and early career Manics where summoned together in one sentence alone. A tough call to top but they manage it admirably. This time around the trio up the ante splendidly with three more slices of heaving muscular rock to get your appetites worked into a lather, although annoyingly we nearly lost the blighter when it decided to take up residency in the PC’s CD drive and refused to come out, it’s a wonderful thing what sense of power and intimated threat to a CD’s livelihood the mere holding of a big hammer and rusty old screw driver can do. Opening the set with the title track ‘Harbour’ itself a heavy bearing beast of a cut filled to the brim with swollen hooks and the kind of looming post rock and creeping grunge like atmospherics that initially recall some kind of bastard offspring resulting from an illicit drunken meeting between Jon Spencer Blues Explosion and Jesus Lizard. The anthemic ‘Lounge’ proves to be the surprise cut of the pack finding the Three Amp kids in mellow moods and dare we say it toying with a slow chilled out back room at the bar boogie that’s fitted out superbly with an ear candy off kilter lazy smoulder within which the delicately spun nuances of that old loud / quiet dynamic are tastily woven just ever so lightly. That said best of the set is the insane ‘Mechanical Monkey Eyes’ steeped in angular riffs and pulse quickening signatures so sharp that they snare and snag dragging you into the inevitable blistering panic ridden frenetic implosion that lies in wait cooking up a storm mid way through and which proceeds therein to yank by the hair kicking and screaming to its logical conclusion. Damn those kids and their corking tunes, desirable stuff. http://www.threemanamp.co.uk

My Pet Junkie ‘Overhanging’ (Riverrun). Now this cute little three track CD has been the cause of much consternation in the losing today record shed since it landed on our doormat. London based trio My Pet Junkie are mischief makers, of that there’s no doubt, the accompanying blurb states the band are fuelled by heartbreak and hangovers with influences ranging from pop, progressive rock to jazz. Yeah you think maintaining a sceptical viewpoint. So you put on the CD thinking ‘give it a whirl’ no harm done. Hell, like, were we fooled big time. ‘Overhanging’ is dangerous, daft and deranged and that’s just half the story. My Pet Junkie play with a contagious fun time filled brew of whiplash invoking pogoing pyrotechnic pop at break neck speed, ‘Overhanging’ finds itself bolting off at the blink of an eye into worlds more associated by the Dickies, Peter and the Test Tube Babies and the Toy Dolls. But then don’t be fooled into thinking that this is purely an exercise in novelty pop, no siree, in its two minute time line when not beating you about the head playing unfeasibly fast guitar solos their bludgeoning you with brief blood thirsty detours in demonic grind core. ‘Particle’ is so infectious you swear the description was made for it, a spot of wholesale ransacking of Pistols riffs never did any one any harm we agree but then to turn it back on the listener in a Neds Atomic Dustbin type stylee as though their collective arses where on fire is admirable to say the least. All said and done though best cut by far is the teasing ‘Breathing without living’ revealing to all that amid the frenetic chaos there lies three sensitive souls with the power to bring you to your knees in tears. An acoustic gem with more stings than a porcupine, delectably twee in stature and so softly bruised and understandably hurt that you just want to throw your arms around it in protection. Recommended as if you needed telling. http://www.mypetjunkie.com

Loose Canon ‘What comes next?’ (Akoustik Anarkhy). It’s strange how these missives manage to work out, take the last time that we had the opportunity to review anything by Loose Canon. For those with memories not stretching that far it was way back at the tail end of 2002 when we were treated to their debut ‘Out to Lunch’. During the course of the same missive the Clientele featured, who I’m pretty certain haven’t appeared since until that is in this particular rambling and as though to stretch the coincidence factor to breaking point a little known band by the name of Sancho Panza appeared and disappeared sharpishly until that is recently with when out of the blue their debut album materialised though with their name now pared down to Sancho. More kids with their feet in the present day but with their hearts and heads poking rudely in the late 70’s / early 80’s. This two track release is raw and primal and caustically so, angular riffs, dirty hooks and housing a real biting sense of the austere. If there’s any complaint to be had about it, its just that its there and then its not, enough to get your teeth into but then not more than enough to chew on but then I suppose those Akoustik Anarkhy kids don’t want to spoil us too much. ‘What comes next?’ the lead track imagines some kind of parallel universe where the 101ers with Strummer in attendance do early rough n’ ready Clash covers for kicks and coolly coming strutting and sneering from out of the other side sounding like a late night fisticuffs between Eddie and the Hot Roads and Subway Sect, sharp stuff if you ask us. Flip over for our favoured cut ‘Take these eyes’. Taking you back to Manchester 1979. Imagine the scene, bleak Northern town, high unemployment even higher hi-rise monstrosities. Like neighbours Liverpool a small but crucial music scene is beginning to develop with the early Anthony Wilson funded Factory records finding the scenes pulse. A rain drenched night brings together a studio confrontation of the varying disciples of the Beefheart / Can / Krautrock namely the Fall, Cabaret Voltaire, Joy Division and A Certain Ratio, a jamming session of sorts ensues, the result ‘Take these Eyes’. Dark, scruffy, brooding and bloody brilliant. Nuff said our kid. http://www.akoustikanarkhy.co.uk

Aaron Short ‘My World’ (Self Released). Debut release time and mighty fine it is to. Aaron Short is a young singer songwriter whose done the whole busking on the London Underground to headlining sell out gigs in Chicago and can be found keeping himself busy on the live circuit who when not found performing solo can be seen out and about as part of the quartet the Bluejacks or else hooking up with duo Itchy and Scatchy (and no kids not the famous gore and splatter two some from the best TV show on Earth the Simpsons, or at least we think not though it would be an interesting spectacle if it were). Anyway back to the music, ‘My World’ as said is Aaron’s debut release revealing a songwriter of some note. Sadly it has to be said not the old Secret Affair number but a self penned ditty presented here in three variants: the full on glossy pop cut, an acoustic mix and an instrumental version thus ensuring that once over this baby will be pinging around your head like an overactive pinball. ‘My World’ is slyly jubilant almost effervescent, built around a swaggering MOR chassis that subtly nicks that snagging riff from Tom Petty’s ‘Running down a Dream’ it’s a deceptive blighter that’s all at once brazen and bashful, lovers of World Party and perhaps Crowded House will be particular smitten by it softly winding countrified dynamics, drifting pedal steel treatments and lazy eyed laid back easy pop simplicity. The acoustic mix adds a delicate brush of ethnic drums to the picture to curiously end up sounding vaguely like a cross between those post Bickers stripped down House of Love overtures and those oh so rare slow burn anthemic gems that Pete Wylie occasionally steps up to do when the muse strikes him. A bit of a winner if you ask me and quite possibly the beginning of a rare talent. http://www.aaronshort.com

Santo El Diablo ‘The Santo 7 Ride’ EP (Self Released). Featured stars of the last missives whereupon their ‘Santos Vs. the Flying Saucers’ EP had us all a cock-a-hoop and whooping up a storm in our otherwise dreary confines of the losing today record shed. We moaned and whinged about not having heard their debut disc and lo and behold lying upon the doormat ready to do the business on the failing house hi-fi was that errant disc in all its glory. Originally released at the fag end of last year and still available via the bands web site it’s a seven track feast of softly drifting surrealist psychedelia that we here strongly recommend you nail down and treat your record collection to. Having heard this EP several times now it won’t come as any surprise to us if in the very near future this trio are hailed as the British version of They Might be Giants with Pixies inclinations (best served on the sleepy eyed ‘Computer Gears’ with its softly smouldering brushes of ‘Flowers’ era Will Sergeant-esque ice dripped shimmering collages which make this by far the EP’s best cut). Opening cut ‘Santos are El Diablo’ has had the honour of being picked up by Smalltown America (www.smalltownamerica.co.uk) as part of their series of compilations entitled ‘Public Service Broadcast’ on which the Santo trio appear on Volume 4 rubbing shoulders with Holland’s (can do no wrong) Seedling and 21 other bands who we haven’t previously heard of but will spend our idling hours hunting down, of that you can be certain. Back to the EP though, Santo El Diablo craftily cram your air space with wonky slightly off kilter melodies that sound strangely out of focus and hazily tripping, one minute shyly ambling in a mix of bluesy folk psychedelia via the opener ‘Santos are El Diablo’ the next all bathed in a tangy lysergic hue as though the Summer Hymns were doing prime time Beach Boys as ventured on the aching ‘Lemon Citric’. Just when you think you have the measure of them they throw you off orbit by adding a few well aimed gritty cuts just to keep you on the edge of your seat, ‘Staring into the Floyd’ perhaps provides the clearest indication of the bands true guiding spirits in terms of reference points as it feverishly dips into both ‘Saucerful of Secrets’ and ‘Ummagumma’ and twists and flexes elements of ‘Set the controls’ and ‘Careful with that Axe, Eugene’ with a ‘Trompe le Monde’ era Pixies glee which just begs to be heard. Elsewhere the Black Francis and Co homage continues on the very wonderful ‘Opportunity’ where the neo Latin devices employed in the main throughout ‘Doolittle’ come clattering to the fore in a rather special kind of way culminating in a middle section that’s so Dawn of the Replicants we nearly swooned in admiration. A stunning release make no mistake. http://www.santo-el-diablo.co.uk

Daniel Rachel ‘Dear Friend’ (Dust). We could gush for hours about this second release from Daniel Rachel and still wouldn’t be able to summon up the right words to do it justice. Responsible for without doubt one of the sweetest records we had the fortune of hearing last year in the debut single ‘Burned by the Wire’ which over spilled with all manner of colourful references to Dylan, Springsteen and Wylie (probably the first and last time you’ll ever see these three names together in one sentence). It was a release that hinted at special things to come and on this new two track single Rachel hasn’t betrayed the faith we placed upon him. Literally having just taken delivery we were tempted to shelve it until the next Singled Out missive but so good it is we were busting at the seams to spread the word. The spirit of George Harrison breezes lovingly throughout the reflective landscape of ‘Dear Friend’ toeing by the hand the memories of Tilbrook and Difford’s finest moments to venture upon the pastures of the Beatles ‘Revolver’. A delicate yet articulately colourful composition acoustically delivered where regret, hope, fondness and sadness are vie for centre stage and blessed with juxtaposing moods born from hooks that one minute soar skywards only to tumble magnificently into a melancholic descent a la ‘Eleanor Rigby’. Flip over for the bitterly sarcastic ‘An Englishman Abroad’, which in our humble opinion just edges the lead cut. Fans of classic Robyn Hitchcock will lap this up, the irony of the xenophobic disease that we Brits hold dear to our hearts without even realising it is all to evident. That whole mentality about going to a restaurant offering French cuisine and then sitting there sulking because they don’t do Eggs and Chips, none of that flag waving nonsense like that pitifully executed by Morrissey from the safety of his LA confines. Eccentric and woundingly observant like only Hitchcock and Ray Davies could ever be and fitted out within an irresistibly catchy melody that dips between Soft Boys type psychedelia as though tripped out with terrace charged soft glam, irrefutably English in an XTC kind of way. Essential and we hasten to add, simply perfect. http://www.danielrachel.com

Culture Industry ‘dj ascetic loves himself badly’ (Static Caravan). And just in time for the new season the latest signing to the Static Caravan All Stars. We reviewed this beauty way back in Singled Out 37 when we had a CD-r to work from, good news is that it out of the pressing plant and waiting to do mucho damage on any willing Hi-Fi’s it can find. So without the wish to repeat ourselves it might be best referring back to http://www.losingtoday.com/tales.php?id=38 just in case you have any lingering doubts as to how good it is. Safe to say limited to 500 copies and guaranteed to shift faster than shit from a hot shovel on a frosty morning and with that a totally essential acquisition to any half decent self-respecting cool record collection. You know it makes sense.

And sticking with the Static brothers for two ultra limited lathe cut polycarbonate clear vinyl 7” releases which as regular readers to these pages are more than aware have this knack of causing us mucho headaches given that our cheapo portable homemade stand in record deck (which it has to said by and large does us proud) really cannot cope with these fragile though, admittedly, beautiful looking releases.

The Young Barons ‘Richard and the Ghost Train’ (Static Caravan). First up comes from duo Matt Price and Rich Whitelaw who masquerade around the nighttime streets of Birmingham scaring would be passers by with their bag of spooky tunes as the Young Barons. Ultra limited to 100 pressings which by all accounts according to the Static site is now sold out but never fear a spot of ingenuity and a bit of hard detective graft work should see the most determined souls being able to secure a copy (best bet being a quick visit to Normans at http://www.normanrecords.com). ‘Richard and the Ghost Train’ is exactly as the title suggests, Richard Whitelaw on the ghost train, honest, that simple. Now I don’t know about you but I find the kids who go on these rides much scarier than the laughable Munster-esque (oh I wish) back drops within, all toothless grins and wired expressions with the added charm of being out of their kites on additives. Still doesn’t deter dear old Richard who armed with a tape recorder takes account of his over in the blink of an eye no thrills even less spills ordeal passing the results over to Matt who with his bag of archaic analogue toy shop keyboards weaves the whole thing in a decidedly spooky albeit wonky electronic ditty. Think Abbott and Costello teamed up with Scooby Doo and Co on a murder weekend with Lon Chaney Jnr playing all your B movie horror heroes. Still, better than those torturous end of ride photos you get, who knows this kind of thing could catch on. ‘The Golden Palace’ on the flip is even more surreal, the duo having borrowed ISAN’s ice cream van (without permission) park it up an alley at the back of Molineux football ground home of the once mighty soccer side Wolverhampton Wanderers to partake in a spot of dozing plinkety plonk lullaby loving electro pop, the dreamy faraway ambience fractured ever so slightly by the (recorded for posterity) distant memories of a truly misspent Saturday afternoon as the home side entertain Wimbledon, we are inclined to say akin to a watching paint dry experience being had by all but then being a Liverpool supporter it’s pretty much a case of hello pot hello kettle. Like candy floss, sweet, light, fluffy and leaving you wanting more.

Ward ‘De Furnius’ (Static Caravan). Last time we featured those Ward kids Richard and David was when they knocked us bandy with their debut Static release from about 18 months ago entitled ‘Sesquipadelian Origins’ and before you ask, no we haven’t a clue either but you can bet your life savings it doesn’t go well with chips and ketchup. Since that time they’ve squeezed out an album for Loca Records called ‘It’s not necessarily your height it could be your feet’ which we somehow missed but will no doubt add to our never ending wish list of releases we won’t sleep until we have. Again as with the Young Barons release another lathe cut clear vinyl polycarbonate thingummyjig type er…thing (huh and they say the art of the English language is going for a burden). Ward step in with two tracks of such contrasting calibre that you’ll either be gently lulled to sleep or frankly to scared witless to close both your eyes at the same time ever again. ‘De Furnius’ is creepy, in fact so creepy that we reckon it’ll ensure that you’ll be leaving on all the household lights and nervously checking behind doors, under beds and behind sofas. Casting an eerie eye; in fact the same eerie eye as those belonging to the one eyed alien invaders with a predilection (not) to influenza from War of the Worlds, sparse manipulated sounds are the order of the day, impossible to dance to we’ve tried believe it or not, though don’t be surprised if various electronic appliances start acting up strangely. If you want my honest opinion I swear its one of those pornographic sex lines for toasters but in binary code. Flip over and things get a little more playful on ‘Armonica or Something’ in fact so playful that you swear the Ward duo have discovered the enchanted land were all the old children’s TV themes go to when they’ve been discarded and forgotten. Amid the gentle scratchy toy box chimes the fleeting memories of Jamie and his Magic Torch, the Clangers, those surreal Charley Says adverts from the 70’s and a positive who’s who of BBC Radiophonic incidental pieces found lying around on the Tardis floor come out into the daylight for a spot of off ground tick. Very cute indeed and well worth annoying your local record emporium owner about. While your there also check out the latest line from the Static Summer Collection by Tuung (limited lathe cut): a delicious cork sleeved Maps and Diagram CD strictly limited to just 100 pressings and a split featuring the Static boys in a face off with those eminent dudes from north of the border, Fence. http://www.staticcaravan.org

Spectrum 311 ‘Lying Eyes’ (162a). Apparently to be found doing some serious business on the club scene is this grinding 5-track debut from North London trio Spectrum 311. The accompanying press release describes their sound as a lip smacking ‘culture clash of hip hop, soul and ska’ with everything from Dr Dre to the Specials flooding the mixes and though we’d be inclined to partially agree we’d prefer to offer up the early 90’s work of Dreadzone as being closer brothers in arms especially on the catchy space dub treatments of the mooching ‘Supersonic Raygun’. ‘Lying Eyes’ is all at once slinky and sexy, imagine a seriously tripped out Orb churning out irresistibly cool dub vibes with the noire-ish edge of Barry Adamson as though drafted in to collaborate on a sinister though ostensibly floor friendly grinder with ‘Ghost Town’ as its template. If that wasn’t enough tagged on the end for good measure are an additional three mixes of the title cut. Aside the superbly stripped down Juan Maclean retread with its bare boned dynamic milking the original for all its worth you get Mish Mash’s Oscar Fullone servicing it with a wicked early 80’s groove that’s not a million miles away from some dream collaboration between Yello and Heaven 17. Best mix of the set though is the Simian Mobile Disco rehash who rev up the Eastern atmospherics and cleverly weld onto the chassis a stinging 80’s white funk gloss in the best tradition of 23 Skidoo and Brilliant. Pretty much essential if you ask me.

And to end things on a slightly strange note, big spotters badge to Nigel of Pickled Egg records who was in touch puzzling over the disappearance of the infamous Zukanican review from earlier in the year, ‘he’s trying it on’ we thought and so rechecked for the would be lost musing only to find by jiminy he was right. Somewhere along the line, some hitherto unexplained glitch to the mighty wibbly wobbly web world at Losing Today HQ had rendered Singled Out Missive 37 incomplete (hurrah I hear some of you shout) and with that offered an incomprehensible (what’s new come the cries from the back of the gallery) write up on the excellent Flannelmouth CD as well as missing completely not only Zukanican, but Pearl, The Playwrights (again) and the almighty Series 7. So without further ado and apologies to all concerned a second bite at the apple so to speak for our erstwhile MIA’s…..

Flannelmouth ‘(What a) comeback’ (Grid). Once upon a time the airwaves of late night radio chimed to the tender tones of carefree sensitive indie pop, like-minded couples cuddled tearfully to the sounds of now long forgotten ensembles such as the Caretaker Race and the Triffids, labels popped up in droves, enterprises founded with the aim of fans and bands alike at sharing these lovesick odes to one and all. Nothing hurts quite like a well-aimed stinging hook line and Flannelmouth know this. Flannelmouth are a Finnish ensemble who’ve had the distinction of being the only Scandinavian band to win the coveted In the City best unsigned band award, and believe you me that’s no mean feat. ‘(What a) comeback’ has those tender shots, the stinging hook the euphoric rise and fall and a to die for melody all welded to a rush of strummed jangling guitars that belies a nod to early Wedding Present while managing to sit up prettily reminiscing Weather Prophets ‘Almost Prayed’, all in all combining to hurt and hunt you until in tearful states you can’t resist any longer. In total contrast ‘Bravado’ on the flip is thoroughly more dramatic so much so you can feel the tension rising through your very veins during its duration, chunky guitars whipped up in frenzied doom laden desperation, think of a tighter and more anxious Chameleons being prepped, primed and pulled apart by an early career Comsat Angels, simply stunning stuff. http://www.gridrecords.com

Zukanican ‘E 5number’ (Pickled Egg). While the Coral / Stands and to a lesser extent preserve the Liverpudlian heritage of princely pop, somewhere in the hazy fog up yonder a strange brew is taking shape where the arguments are not over the merits of the Moptops but over who is the worthier: Floyd or Beefheart, the latter winning hands down in this veiled but crafted modern day exposition of ‘Trout mask replica’ as we go flip yer wig time across 6 tracks of head-melting frenetic gamesmanship from Scouse space cadets Zukanican who by our reckoning exist in a different dimension than normal folk. Brought to you by the Living Brain Collective, yep the same motley dudes that reaked upon us the warped psychedelia that was ‘Bad Present Day’ a few years ago. Since that time the collective has sprouted to produce offspring notably Zukanican and the Hand Museum, and like all offspring ‘E 5number’ has all the worrying signs of warring growing pains in the camp. Highly lysergic stuff, ostensibly out there and out of sight and running Zukanican create eerily tripping stoner down tempo kraut jazz rock, part Ozric Tentacles after having raided their greenhouse and consumed their stash of magic mushrooms in one bloated session while listening to Sun Ra and part Bablicon doing a Coltrane / Reich crossover appreciation with a thoroughly out of it Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band adding the backing with the space dub aesthetic of Bill Laswell floating perilously in the ether and imprisoned for all eternity by the wired lunatic fringe of the Clangers especially on the wacked out ‘Lack of Signage’. Alarming stuff, across six tracks Zukanican take you to places you’ve only briefly visited in nightmares, so unreal and warping that you are forced to keep checking out of the window for re-assurance that your still within pinching distance of reality. ‘Pay never’ offers the most viable route to sanity but even that’s fraught with crooked cul de sacs and impending shift shaping obstacles a far cry from the barking ‘Dust from a Goose’ which is so erratic that you feel your mind slowly ebbing away to the place where the plot was first lost. Though it’s on the extraordinarily loose chilled out vibe throbbing throughout ‘Medallion’ were most will feel a sense of blissful union with their inner karma. Daunting but delightfully deranged. http://www.pickled-egg.co.uk

Pearl ‘I wanna love you’ (Longlostbrother). Could be the single of summer that’s for you to decide but one things for sure they don’t get much better than this trailer track from Pearl’s forthcoming album a positive Factor 10 on the phwoah scale. Brought to us by the label who picked up the tab for the second Repairman single last year and excellent it was to, Pearl was once a member of 90’s Brit-poppers Powder who after delivering a few tasty singles abruptly fell off the radar. ‘I wanna love you’ smoulders and really that’s about all you really need to know. But then a review wouldn’t be a review would it if it were down to just one word (unless it was Darkness…cack [Ed]). How about sultry, summery, sensual, slightly off centre lounge pop sophisticatedly arranged as potent as Venus’ tipped bow and as inwardly invigorating as a crystal clear summer morn in the countryside with the call of dawn being ushered in by chorusing birds nearby. Is the picture painted fully enough yet? Well imagine the infectious pop exterior of Dodgy smooching with the elegance of Edwin Moses and subtly nibbling at the riff from the Chiffons ‘He’s so fine’ all drenched by aching Hammonds to create the kind of summer cool that the Style Council hinted at with Pearl’s husky vocals causing the temperatures to rise. Perfect. Flip over for the equally tempting ‘Lotta Love’ which to be honest has all the sublime grace of those immortal 60’s girl bands and the smoochy warmth of early Smokey Robinson (I kid you not) and you have yourself an irresistible cocktail.

The Playwrights ‘Guy Debord is really dead’ (Sink and Stove). And did we mention the Playwrights earlier? Seamless stuff these missives, you think I just throw them together and hope for the best, okay to be honest I do, but still looks good dunnit. Typical with these things I’ve lost the press release, no matter, nobody can tell me anything about this lot that I haven’t already heard for myself. Perhaps one of the best bands currently to be found on the circuit right now, with a soon to be released second album awaiting release this three track taster finds the Playwrights sound evolving in massive leaps. Their still awkwardly angular with the compositions themselves sharp enough to give you cuts just listening to them, yet on two cuts here, notably the energetic double jointed ‘Bridge Burning Co-operative’ and the spasmodic ‘Knock yourself out’ (where the disjointed rhythms you may be surprised to hear curiously appear not as far removed from the pop world as first thought being distantly related to a roughened ‘Sat in your Lap’ by Kate Bush) the regimental rigidity of the caustic bodywork is found somewhat loosened and made malleable by a sly funky grain lurking at their hearts. The Playwrights contort and manoeuvre intelligently to a crafted half-breed mutation of art math rock that’s intense and demanding as exemplified perfectly on ‘Guy Debord is really dead’. The cue being taken from a fragmented ringer like concoction of spare parts from early 80’s stalwarts the Fire Engines and the Nightingales, the assembled bits hammered together by an agitated groove evoking memories of the Gang of Four and the splintered riffs of the likes of Fugazi all given a fulsome body by billowing brass arrangements. The real new order of cerebral rock begins here, the rest are only pretending. http://www.sinkandstove.co.uk

Series 7 ‘Revolt’ EP (Miscreant). Saving the best till last. If there’s anything Series 7 can do wrong we’d like to hear it. This blistering 5-track baby finally gets an official release (on Miscreant home of ILOVEUFO) having previously been doing Hi-Fi damage as a very limited self released demo (see full review at Missive 30). Without doubt the most abrasively powerful band we’ve had on the decks in a long time who in our humble opinion are probably THE band to watch currently to be found trading blows on the circuit at the moment. Series 7’s sound is unrelenting, rampaging and without doubt the most threatening thing you’ll hear all year, such is the sonic arsenal they utilise you’d be forgiven for thinking you were under siege from a Panzer attack. Fist clenching punk rock at its most potent and direct possessing the no nonsense hammer like astuteness of early Leatherhead and the melodic undercarriage of both Sink and Mega City 4 while paying its dues to the classic era Killing Joke grind. Best cut of the set ‘Seroxat Suicide’ a ferocious fatalistic feast of schizophrenic seizures, slow / fast, loud / quiet dynamics all colliding into a searingly intense bloodbath. An awesome display pent up aggression with unarguable attitude. As essential as the air you breathe, no decent record collection should be found wanting. http://www.miscreantrecords.com

And that kids is pretty much it for about a week, and I promise it will be a week, okay maybe 10 days. Next time out we’ll tune into the latest tunes from the awesome Australian combo Greenland: a superb second single from the Projects: an ultra limited Hood / Themselves split on Rocket Racer but which was sent to us by Misplaced Music who it should be worth noting have a stunning new CD out by Charlie Parr and an excellent compilation raising funds for the Animal / Dog rescue services, please check out http://www.misplacedmusic.co.uk for further information; also the latest from Guernsey’s premier garage rock band Thee Jenerators; the debut release for both artist Ali MacQueen and label Hope Recordings; the latest brace of instalments from that crucial Expanding singles club featuring Myrakaru and Bauri; the next single from Heliotone records which features the very talented Michael Shelley of Shoeshine fame; guaranteed spots for both Broadway Project and Emerald Ocean (I know we promised last time out but…..), the new single from Meow Meow and whatever else we manage to pick up between now and the next 7 or so days.

All that leaves me to do is to thank all those record labels, bands and press agents for making these musings possible, no names no pack drill you know who you are and of course to you for taking time out to decipher these garbled thoughts. Feedback always appreciated whether it’s just to say hello or simply to abuse and criticise, and remember, death threats given pride of place on the gallery. For submissions to these pages, should you be daft enough, please check the address somewhere at the start of this thesis like excuse for writing.

See you in 7 – 10 and happy hunting with the records and most important of all, take care of yourselves.

‘may the groove be with you’

Lots of love and stuff,



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Archiv – Singled Out – Missive 39 …..

Archive posting published originally on the losing today site ….. August 2004 …..

Missive 39
Missive 39

‘sounds to make your hi-fi weep with joy too’

Dedicated to Kelly and Mark, always in my waking thoughts and missing you badly.

A fairly hefty missive it has to be said this time around and hopefully from now on in these things are going to be very regular like a fortnight apart, or maybe even a week as was the intended plan all those years back when we writ with quills and had proper ink pots, shame we still work by candle light but then you can’t have everything you want, though we do look forward to the day that the losing today shed gets a roof….a door…a two more walls, now I know it was hip and cool for the Beatles but it has to be said that it’s slightly disconcerting listening to records on the roof especially in the rain.

The hard copy version of the Losing Today magazine is I’m glad to say after all the delays and hiccups finally out and about with the pretty nifty looking Italian version on the streets as we speak at a special introductory price. Inside you’ll find a freebie CD featuring (wait for it): Volcano the Bear, Mice Cars, Decades, 50Hz, Fiel Garvie, Cut, Franklin Delano, Stained Glass Heroes, Blue States, Mashrooms, LWRM, Tellaro and Yuppie Flu an aural feast to guarantee that you know your onions from your, er potatoes. Features on Homesleep records and interviews with among others Fiel Garvie, Mum, Blonde Redhead and Lali Puna plus a stack of album reviews please go to http://www.losingtoday.it for more information. The US version is currently at the printers and due any day soon featuring all the usual gubbins and another record collection defining CD by some of the best artists currently around the underground scene, further information please check http://www.losingtoday.com. Deadlines for the next issue are tentatively pencilled for the mid September and submissions for the next CD are happily encouraged, please either get in touch with me at mark@losingtoday.com or Andrea at andrea@losingtoday.com

Okay to the singles. Ordinarily the mere mention of the Earlies usually means talk of the hallowed Single of the Missive, while looming on the horizon another regular recipient of the rarely awarded SOTW, Fort Dax, is currently deciding on mixes for a forthcoming release for ‘the fingers all over the pulses’ Static Caravan and putting the finishing touches to his third full length. All we can say is that judging by the ‘rough’ two track CD we have currently hogging the CD player, then everything is looking rosy in the world of Darren Durham with ‘Wolf / Wolf / Wolven’ proving to be his best work to date, review hopefully next missive. Back to this missive though, the welcome return of Anna Kashfi whose single for the much missed Emma’s House a few years ago still sends shivers of delight just thinking about, plus repeat calls calls for the excellent Merchandise, Sweatmaster, Broadway Project, Jens Lekman and the Koreans plus four whopping killer debut releases by the Big Cash Prizes, Ten Foot Nun, the Omegas and the Carolgees, which by rights should all set your hair alight and make your Hi-Fi rattle as though its ass has been bitten by the groove bug.

Album wise the singled out office is currently shaking its bits to the debut long player from the Go! Team. ‘Thunder, lightning, strike’ ain’t officially due until Autumn but it still doesn’t stop us diving headlong into it’s tangy feast of all those moments from the 70’s that you crack on you hate but secretly adore all perfectly distilled into 35 minutes of bouncing hyper active thrills and sporting one of the greatest singles of recent times in ‘Get it together’ that’s really the kids from Double Deckers on summer holiday armed with Curly Wurly’s, Spangles and the Look-In magazine.

Singled Out 39 curtain call:
The Omegas, Ben Christophers, the Koreans, Big Cash Prizes, Loud Devices, the Carolgees, the Earlies, Designer Babies, Wolves (of Greece), Sweatmaster, Mike Summers, Wren, Ten Foot Nun, Jens Lekman, the Vanities, Multiplex, Santo El Diablo, Anna Kashfi, Monkey, Penny Red, Merchandise, the Legends and a new six track double pack from Fierce Panda featuring Razorlight, Ludes, the Rakes, S.Rock Levinson, the Souls and house favourites the Rocks.

Nuff chat, the records…….

Wolves! (of Greece) ‘For the Greater Good’ (Gringo). Opening this particular missive in the unruly schizophrenic company of Nottingham’s Wolves! (of Greece) for a spot of earwax shedding on this their debut outing consisting of seven tracks (though looking at the groove breaks seems like five, either way its hard to tell for sure) spread invitingly across one side of 10-inch plastic. Early Birthday Party / Boys Next Door comparisons aside (although check out the chaotic skull fucking of ‘Moving beyond maintenence’ which combines the menace of those early scary Big Black records and the primal savagery found lurking at points on ‘Junkyard’), the Wolves certainly make a racket of that there’s no question, and any way would you dare. Featuring ex members of such notables as Bob Tilton, the X Rays and the splendidly named I am Spartacus and in between extra curricula activities as erstwhile members of Savoy Grand (are they still going?), Great Bear, Lords and Last of the real hardmen (a name that’s asking for trouble methinks), Wolves make the sound of hell in your very own living room, a corrosive mix of aural hijinks and totally wired time signatures. Fraught with the kind of tension that can only come from being at the end of your tether, Wolves seer and soar viciously. The calamitous ‘I, Linedancer’ (we’d like to see you try) is something so brutal that we for one would like to see it implemented as a fully-fledged Olympic event. A truly bastardised mother of a schizoid howler. Best cut of the set though is the satanic ‘Howl!’, a deliriously spastic take on a prog rock jam only done at 100mph with a meat cleaver held tightly to its throat, harrowing stuff, so good it brings tears to the eyes, blood to the ears, guaranteed to deliver the mother of all migraines and give your hi-fi a run for it’s money. Without doubt excruciatingly essential. Joint deputy single of the missive.

Designer Babies ‘Baghdad Boogie’ (Gringo). And we kind of wonder how Gringo records treat their bands, sleep deprivation and diet of razor blades perhaps, because there’s no doubt there’s something undeniably cruel and primitive going on. If the Wolves are a little to telling on the palette then there’s no figuring what atrocities this two track anti-pop 7” will do to your nervous system. Blood thirsty stuff, a haemorrhage waiting to happen, this just has corrupt stamped all over it. If your idea of sonic dismemberment lay with Melt Banana then think again, while they may lack the noise factoring of their label mates their lack of due care or attention towards any notion of structure has to be applauded, if they were Japanese let’s face it certain elements of the media would be shitting bricks to declare them as saviours. ‘Baghdad Boogie’ is pure psychosis, deranged, ad hoc and deliberately unfriendly. Think the boot boy clowning mentality of the Test Tube Babies and the Toy Dolls, then add (sparingly) a smidgeon of the Happy Flowers an unholy amount of Japanese noise core wind them up as tautly as possible and let them run riot for 6 minutes to create all manner of carnage in the very best tradition of an evil take on Ed, Edd and Eddy. Kids you have been warned. Things get slightly more disconcerting on the flip. ‘R.Mutt’ can be sort of viewed as the musical version of the Reduced Shakespeare Company where, for those not readily acquainted, the bearded Bard one’s entire work is reduced to something like 10 minutes. Likewise ‘R.Mutt’ is a demonic and often furious race through lunacy, spiritualism, gothism, medievalism, music hall and that’s just in the first minute. Only kidding, the trials and tribulations of the Rainbow King and the Rainbow Queen who we somehow think won’t be appearing on the big screen near you just yet or for that matter popping into the local for a quick sherry or two and a friendly game of snap. Approach with due care, thoroughly recommended for those with troublesome neighbours. http://www.gringorecords.com

The Carolgees ‘Neon’ (Demo). Another band from Nottingham, yet unlike fellow natives Wolves (of Greece) and Designer Babies this lot seem content to plug into the currency of pop and milk for its worth. Now I’ll admit to getting a fair few demo releases and I’d have to say that either I’m fortunate in not getting the dodgy ones or else there’s a simmering groundswell of talent that indicates the underground scene is as healthy as its ever been, just a shame that most of it never makes it out of the bedroom / garages and further a field, pop radio you break my heart. Case in point is this three-track gem from the Carolgees who are the self-appointed electro-clash indie pop heroes. In the hands of many this’d smack highly of arrogance and self-delusion, yet the evidence is here to be seen, a scorching trio of pop mastery that tugs at every conceivable emotion. Recently found supporting house favourites Girlinky, the only flaw to the Carolgees and impending beckoning success that we can see is the name. Presumably named after that famous anti comedian, he of the one gag routine (only joking there was after all Jimmy Krankie) Bob Carolgees a man of whom it has to be said made Saturday morning children’s TV such a painful thing that most wished school was a six day extravaganza, the bitter pill only dulled by the sight of Sally James. The sacrifices we made when we were young. The Carolgees are a five piece that could just be the much needed jab in the arm of heart racing crystalline pop into a genre that’s so often found to be dour, a celebratory mix of towering 80’s collages, shameless thrills, infectious melodies, hooks you’d sell your soul for all wrapped up and bathed in the glow of a radiant synthesiser wall of sound. ‘Neon’ is a euphoric sugar rush into pop heaven, all at once bruised and bombastic, tearful and tempestuous, a sub 5 minute roller coaster ride to make you simultaneously cry and smile while all the time subtly clubbing you into submission with its sheer force of will, one of those cuts that forces you to press the replay button and pinch yourself to make sure your not dreaming. The storming ‘No-recover’ blends icy atmospherics, new wave power pop hooks with a strangely alluring soft rock backbone and as daft as it may seem sounds not unlike a fighting for their lives Manics. When all the dust is settled they still find time to lay to waste any residual vestiges of emotion with the epic ‘Increasingly so’ offering heartbreak in three simple steps: the lulling tones of a musical box melancholically sounds, soon to melt into the chorus of chiming guitars that hang ominously delicately undoing your defences mutating without mercy into a flotilla of shoe gaze showers. Game over. Nottingham, it seems, is the only place to be right now. Joint deputy single of the missive. http://www.thecarolgees.co.uk

The Legends ‘Call it ours’ (Labrador). One of the best tracks from the Scandinavian nine pieces current debut long player ‘Up against the Legends’. ‘Call it ours’ with its instant radio friendly pop appeal, swaggering riffs and slinky mid 80’s / C-86 day-glo chassis is as near perfect an infectious buzzing jangle you’ll hear all summer, JMC slugging it out with the more fuzzy chime happy brigade of the Sarah label roster, teasingly brief but so tantalisingly potent you’ll beg for more. Backed by three tracks, one of which ’Against Time’ is really the lead cut with its chord sequences subtly re-arranged, while ‘Change’ dips its toes into the same misty waters as trod by the Pale Saints to incorporate a dreamy slice of harmonica haunted folk bliss. Pick of the lot though is ‘The Ballad of the Band’ where smouldering shadowy 60’s Spector-esque psyche back drops collide gracefully with cascading early 90’s shoe gaze, early Boo Radleys fused with even earlier Rose of Avalanche anyone and cute with it. http://www.labrador.se

The Vanities ‘Buzz’ EP (Star Asylum). Another of those must have records I’m afraid. Cardiff based three piece the Vanities had the dubious honour of having their debut outing ‘Space Tourist’ produced by non other than Tony Hadley of Spandau Ballet fame. Apparently so taken was he by their demo that he switched sides around the mixing desk for his first taste of control twiddling. So without any further hints you can guess that this is more 80’s revivalism choking on the leash, and you wouldn’t be disappointed. ‘Buzz’ features four tracks that we are inclined to admit grow on you like moss and has the unnerving ability of getting under your skin and mating immediately with all the bits of your body that grind and groove. Imagine a darker Duran Duran with a more edgy personality as opposed to the sugary pop boy band prototype as was delivering a more subliminal though sleazy melodic matrix, lying somewhere in that frosty void between the excellent Stained Glass Heroes, the Feint and the Koreans, the Vanities nibble away at the shadowy corners of early 80’s electro pop, those questioning their credentials would do well to tune in immediately to ‘Dark Satellite’ where Brum’s favourite sons Le Bon and Co go to head to head with Devoto’s Magazine replete with shock treatment darting riffs and a down ‘n’ dirty throb throughout. Elsewhere ‘A brand new dawn’ lip-gloss in hand waltz’s closely in spirit to Marc Almond’s ‘Tears runs rings’ dressed with delicious harpsichord like elegance while shimmering with the same aloof sophistication of Ure era Ultravox. ‘Buzz’ on the other will snare the most casual of the pop crowd, snaking riffs and a groove that’ll drive you to distraction imagine a watered down soft focused Guns ‘n’ Roses doing new romantic / glam crossovers being fronted by Martin Fry. Best of the set the traumatic ‘Pneumatic Blue’, Baccarach meets Barry, a slow unfurling stinger with Bond-esque aspirations and a world-weary heart to match. http://www.thevanitiesmusic.com

The Koreans ‘Still strung out’ (Storm). And did we just mention the Koreans, my these musings are getting seamless. Literally hot of the presses is this new four track EP from London’s finest foursome, something of a taster for their imminent self-titled debut long player. The Koreans plug into that whole machine / android punk rock genre with such alarming aplomb, their sound ranges anything from upbeat locked down hypnotic grooves (check out the clockwork throb of the electrifying title cut ‘Still strung out’) to charged atmospheric blip pop (especially on the fuzzed out tripping icicle pop dynamics of ‘Too tired’), their nearest allies the early stripped down dark electro of Depeche Mode or the tense romanticism of Duran Duran c. ‘Sing blue silver’. Without doubt the two tracks that’ll be ignored from this set by most happen to be their best to date. The moodily absorbing ‘Moondust Silver’ fizzles and pops blissfully lost in its own dizzying patterns, ambling rustic space folk that strangely enough sounds at times like the Beatles had they of course decided to enlist atmospheric beats and indulged in enough mind bending substances so as to jettison the whole Magical Mystery Tour to the far flung recesses of the cosmos. Dozing lullabies for robots is what the closing ‘What’s going down’ offers, stumbling and stuttering ominously on its own lazily spun web seemingly to bloated to be arsed to come out to play and it has to be said not a million miles in terms of spirit from the more magnificently inert moments found on the Cure’s ‘Head on the Door’ and ‘Disintegration’ albums, good company indeed. Essential in case you were thinking of asking. http://www.storm-music.com

Mike Summers and the Doons ‘King of Tomorrow’ (Backwater). And we really do feel obliged to doff our caps to Ipswich’s Backwater Records with their no genre specific attitude. This little cottage industry has in the last few months unearthed the timid Daniel Johnston like Jamie Clements debut ‘Sleep Creases’ which if you haven’t bought by now then shame on you and may it rain long and hard upon your house. Step a little further back for the awesome debut from the Future Kings of England a magnificent feast of prog / stoner / psychedelic overlaps that frankly blew out off the water the usual names associated and regarded highly in the same sonic work space. Latest addition to the Backwater stable is the Suffolk based musician Mike Summers and his more than able backing crew the Doons. Those expecting more of the above, think again, those darn critters at Backwater have gone and switched the tables again. Mr Summers is a traditionalist, and a traditionalist of some note, this dinky 4 track debut is the kind of release that would easily sneak into the Spit ‘n’ Polish roster without so much as a grumble. Featuring mandolins, ukuleles and accordions, in the space of fourteen minutes duration they take you by the hand to another time of endless summers and forever blue skies, just check out the gorgeous ‘Open Roads’ a mixture of evensong porch like serenity and hood down driving pastoral pop spliced perfectly by the ghostly sound of the accordion breezing in the background. Don’t be fooled into thinking this release is purely out of bounds for a pop market, ‘King of Tomorrow’ with its lolloping trombone and jaunty ukulele is made of the kind of stuff that the Beatles initially cut their teeth to and armed with its valve radios renascence and music hall glitz isn’t a million miles from Space’s ‘Money’ at least in spirit if not in design. ‘Blue Memories’ with its trembling timbre points distinctly to late 50’s soft pop yet belies a resonantly eerie cast that could easily find itself on a David Lynch soundtrack providing a mix of lonesome folk that to these ears summons the heart ache of Roy Orbison and the gentleness of the Everly Brothers and with that remarkably reminiscent of Paul Burch’s ‘Blue Notes’ album. The haunting closing cut ‘Long black train (Going Down)’ takes its subtle cue from ‘Amazing Grace’ with the ghosts of Perkins and Cash sitting in the shadows the only thing lacking is a symphonic crescendo to give it that epic appeal it so eagerly deserves. http://www.backwaterrecords.com

The Swansea Mass ‘Silver Venus’ (Loud Devices). Yum, yum. Debut two-track release for both Chicago label Loud Devices and quartet Swansea Mass. Former members of Salome, the Fucking Werewolves (a great band name if ever there was one) and the Abandoned Silos, two girls / two boys, guitar, bass, drums and another guitar. Anything else you need know? Of course there is. This release has two things going for it. Firstly its sleeve art was done by Steve Krakow he of The Galactic Zoo Dossier (which for years with increasing annoyance on my part has managed to elude our radar) and secondly it’s a mighty fine release that most record collections would be honoured to usher into their loving arms. ‘Silver Venus’ is the best thing we’ve heard since the Butterflies of Love’s ‘Rob a bank’, melodies so quiet, fragile and meek that they are almost invisible but gorgeous in that self same way that the soft psychedelic atmospherics of the Verve’s ‘One way to go’ on the flip of their debut was. Slow burn shoe gaze, cascading effects laden guitars that just surround the air space to smother you with an aching but nonetheless consuming sense of affection, throw in the obvious reference pointers to the much missed Galaxie 500 and you have something of happening lazily waiting to happen. Flip over for ‘Chessy’, Velvet Underground by any other name and what a name to have or for that matter to be compared to. This is the real McCoy not some half arsed attempt to band wagon jump a band wagon that left the station many moons ago. A gritty though it has to be said casual affair of sneering fuck you attitude laced with a proto new wave / no wave edge that ambles ever so closely from the Factory to CBGB’s c.1974 / 75. Buy on sight or be forever ridiculed by cooler peers. http://www.loud-devices.com

Various Artists ‘On the Buzzes’ (Fierce Panda). Another of those limited must have double 7” packs from the ever industrious Fierce Panda featuring six vital cuts from some of the most rocking dudes currently to be found shaking their tail feathers down your local independent record emporium. Kicking things off in blistering style to the sounds of current darlings of the masses, Razorlight. With an album kicking about somewhere out there, not that we’ve heard it, a couple of singles is what we get and then bang ‘hello stardom, goodbye losing today’. Phew! Rock ‘n’ roll, pants if you ask me. Hell we won’t hold it against the skinny dudes, exclusive alternate take of ‘the Dagger Song’ ensures that for at least three minutes of your day things will get superbly mental. Neat or what? Next up on the chopping block London based five piece the Ludes. Is there a garage thing going on? Clash wannabe’s who in their ranks have at least two members sporting fourth generation Faces hairdos. The Ludes come armed with a big, big bag of tunes, one of which ‘She was just a girl’ charges ominously to mess with your neat haircuts and have you acting deliriously daft on the dance floor, expect an album for their major label paymasters early next year. Screwball new wave pop at its finest courtesy of the ridiculously infectious brand of angular riffs, impromptu schizoid charges and howling sing a long chorus lines that lies in wait on ‘Something clicked and I fell off the edge’ by the Rakes. A kind of fist fight of eccentricity between a seriously wired Talking Heads and an impish Devo, anything else you need to know, oh yeah their from East London, a quartet, one single firmly tucked under their belts for Trash Aesthetic (the previous home of those other art rocking scallywags the Bloc Party) and another single due, like any day (we think…research just ain’t what it used to be!), so with that two more reasonable excuses to visit the record shack for both you and me. What are you waiting for? House favourites the Rocks kick in with ‘Celeste’ a scuzzy, down and dirty take on the New York Dolls and the Heartbreakers, three singles already out and about chinning the opposition this being one of them, perhaps their most blatant at sounding pop, ear candy hooks and harmonies yet there’s still no getting away from the fact that they are a sleazy as a late 70’s Soho strip joint on a rainy day with it’s nawks out for all to see. Top of the class book token award goes to the demonic S Rock Levinson whose ‘Spitting in Italy’ is a rogue-ish bully boy, post hardcore punk rock or so it seems, this baby kinda leaps from the Hi-Fi and grabs you by the throat and swings you around the room until your beg undying love for it. Rounding up the pack and admirably so if we say so ourselves, the Souls, who sound not unlike another Fierce Panda species of yore, the Parkinsons. The Souls have a certain Richard Digance in the fold, surely not THE Richard Digance the British comedian / folk singer (BBC’s words not mine), you should be so unlucky. Think Bad Manners slammed through the blender with the Ruts with the capricious sprinkling of zest, attitude and a whole heap of wicked fun. http://www.fiercepanda.co.uk

Merchandise ‘Swallowing Curses’ (Cityscape). For those who missed it the first time around, us included, another chance to sample the delights of Bolton’s finest duo Merchandise’s earlier output with this re-release of 2002’s ‘Swallowing Curses’. Already confirmed as Singled Out house favourites following their glorious ‘Beautiful morning for a bad day’ single and this years charmingly addictive second long player ‘Lo-tech solutions to Hi-tech Problems’ which we in our humbled opinion thoroughly recommend you withdraw now to your local caring and sharing record shed to purchase. ‘Swallowing Curses’ sees the Merchandise duo Brad and Con furrowing the tranquil yet seductive scenic route between the hilly pastures occupied by J Xaverre and Minotaur Shock for some more oodles of scrumptious ethereal pop, delicately hypnotic their brand of acoustic folk electronics is all at once captivating and warmingly fluffy. Lyrics written by sometime band collaborator Roger Williams, ‘Swallowing Curses’ glides softly to moments defined by the exquisitely sizzling faraway elegance of the ‘La Folie / Feline’ era Stranglers all tripped by scuttling dusty beats and honey drenched China Crisis ‘Wishful Thinking’ like backdrops, cruelly gorgeous. Flip over for ‘Terracotta Caterpillar’ to be treated to a spot of spectral click crazy beat bopping upbeat magic, think of a heavenly overture for the passage into the afterlife devised by a cryogenic Boards of Canada collaborating with Plone and being played by an assembled cast of 70’s children’s TV test card boffins led by the Clangers, quite sweet in a starry eyed kind of way. http://www.cityscaperecords.co.uk

The Earlies ‘Devil’s Country’ (Names). Deep breath kids the Earlies alert is sounding and that can only mean one thing, pop magnificence is in the house. Already the subject of one of the gigs of the year for their debut live performance at the Arts Café early this year where quite frankly from a bulging stage (just how many Earlies are there?) the sounds emanating had that chilly feel good vibe that you get from waking on a Christmas morning to find that that Santa bloke has checked in with all the goodies you earmarked on your begging letter along with a few you’d some how overlooked or couldn’t find space to fit on. But then that says it all about the Earlies there’s something unearthly and wrong about listening to them when the sun’s cracking the flags, to Polyphonic Spree’s almost radiant glow they are the polar opposite offering that sense of inner warmth in frosted climes. Currently turning heads with their debut long player ‘These were the Earlies’ which to be honest is a gathering up of all those singles that we warned you about yonks ago, don’t you feel daft now? That’ll teach you to pay attention in future. Our mathematical head tells us ‘Devil’s Country’ is their fifth outing now, coming across like an older brother of ‘Wayward Son’ its more of that soft hazy folk psychedelia in the vein of Spiritualised chomping at the bit with a preacher man delivery from the back of the rickety Painted Wagon being dragged through the Australian out back to a furious glazing of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Tusk’ and a subtle Roxy like glam icing ushered all the time by blasts of exhilarating brass fanfares while spreading the word to the wise. In other words damn fine. ‘One of us is dead’ features more ethereal visitations from above, pretty much orbiting the same floating voids as ’25 Easy Pieces’ and ‘Long Road (again)’ and in spirit lyrically complementing the Beatles ‘A day in the life’, so gentle and torturously timid it takes your breath away not before serenading you with a spot of melancholic willowy brass that dips ever so slightly into Soft Cell’s ‘Torch’. By rights by the time the snow bound ‘Across the Line’ hits home your already spellbound, more like a reprise, it softly curdles to caress you with its elegiac late night touch. We are already converted, what the Earlies want to know is, are you? Greatness looms large. http://www.theearlies.com

Ben Christophers ‘Good day for the hopeless’ (Cooking Vinyl). We hold our hands aloft in admitting that Ben Christophers previous two albums had somewhat passed us by and that on the evidence of this delightful three track release we are deservedly kicking our shins as a result in penance for the oversight. A taster for his forthcoming third long player ‘The spaces in between’, ‘Good day for the hopeless’ sees Christophers moving into more upbeat realms, a crooked mix of ambling wide eyed spectral folk spliced through with fluffily spooled up day-glo textures that mood wise aren’t to far away from ‘Flowers’ era Bunnymen, one minute in this babies company and your hooked, think of a more ethereal Baby Bird basking in lolloping ice dripped hanging chords playfully ushering in lysergic summer morns. ‘Walking with you’ is just arresting, several notches up on the lead cut, both intimate and demanding, it relays a sense pensiveness that these days you only find finely crafted to such precision by Yorke and Co, that presence of being wrapped in a bubble of calm while all outside is chaos, if not in spirit than in essence drawing on the same song writing blocks as Kate Bush in that same tensely aching way that’s only aim is to root you to the spot in awe. Complete the set with a demo version of the romantic and rustically kooky ‘She’ and you have something of a shiningly effervescent release. Check out the label website http://www.cookingvinyl.com/benexclusive for a free download of ‘Devil to Kill’. http://www.cookingvinyl.com

Wren ‘Drive down lines’ (Melodic). ‘Drive down lines’ is a taster for the forthcoming debut long player ‘The Egg and The Tree’ from Birmingham based Wren known to his Ma and Pa as Nick Peill. According to the accompanying literature Nick, a normally shy creature, it seems has been laying siege to the Melodic mailbox with demos to such a point that Manchester’s purveyors of electronica faced a life imprisoned in their windowless hide out unless they succumbed. Succumbed they did the result being this slow cooking nugget of fluffy pop. Noodling cyclical rhythms, scuttling beats and rippling electronic under carriages that appear initially with the same kind of autumnal chilliness as more associated with Archer Prewitt before breathlessly slipping up a gear or three to morph into a driving whirly pop wonder of a cut that leaves you hanging on to the bumper in its wake and getting high on its enriched chemical compound of post rock-ist laid back past orally perfected exhaust fumes, dreamy stuff indeed. Things get ever so better elsewhere being backed lovingly by the snoozing ‘It grew from a stone’ which has all the chilly calm of a picture-esque village having a Sunday morning lie in, all the time warmly snuggled up beneath a blanket of freshly laid snow. Another of those Melodic magic moments then, don’t say we didn’t warn you. http://www.melodic.co.uk

Anna Kashfi ‘Lakeside Call’ (Stolenwine). There’s no doubt that the name Anna Kashfi is synonymous with the phrase near perfection, 2001’s ‘Philokalia’ was one of the defining moments of that year when it was granted a limited release on the much missed Emma’s House records and into the bargain perhaps offering the label its most celebrated moment. It was simply a record of such withering elegance that angels wept and the very heart of nature buckled and sighed in mournful awe. Now back and fleshed out to a quartet following the arrival of Peter Martin and Sarah Kemp to the fold of mainstays Sian Webley and James Youngblood. Three years on, a new release in the form of Lakeside Call’ backed by Whitworth Park’ and a new label which says to me that either (a) the music industry is a cruel place for overlooking such irresistible talent, or (b), that in Anna Kashfi we have a group of work shy fops, but then if the waiting brings such exquisite rewards, who cares? Anna Kashfi okay another time, a time where innocence and timid naivety run hand in hand, there is no hype here, or for that matter pre arranged bandwagon jumping, the music simply speaks for itself. It’s a music that is timeless and forever hopeful that lies in the cracks between fashion and cult-dom. Sharing that same rustic eloquence and that unique ear for a divine melody as the likes of the Relict and Quiet Loner, both cuts are perfect examples of arresting heartbreak pop. From the opening strains on ‘Lakeside Call’ of the soft viola and the tripping dusted banjo you are immediately aware that you are in the presence of something monumentally special. Brushed with a heart shredding melancholy Sian’s vocals add the final complimentary piece to what painfully fragile and exhaustingly sapping. Flip over for ‘Whitworth Park’ where moods are thankfully happier in spirit, Anna Kashfi playfully imagine the Velvets had they shifted into country rather than pop, subtle tones of pedal steel washes, twinkling bells and the cooling breeze of an accordion melt together into a delectably sensual backdrop that quite frankly summer’s were made for. Joint deputy single of the missive. http://www.stolenwine.co.uk

Multiplex ‘With hands and feet’ EP (Multiplex). Multiplex are duo Christian and Roland Dorman, an album ‘Pinghaus Frequencies’ for London’s Toytronic label and a plethora of releases and remixes for a multitude of electronica labels is about all we know about this lot. ‘With hands and feet’ marks the duo’s first outing on their own Multiplex imprint, a CD clocking in at over 40 minutes worth of music and gathering 10 cuts of which 9 are remixes by friends they’ve met along the way to include Safety Scissors, Shitmat, Novel 23, Digitional, Proem, Fizzarum, Dictaphone and Decadnids invited for the ride and whose only entrance fee was to offer up their own interpretation of the hosts ‘Hands and Feet’. By and large a spiffing release, Multiplex lead out the troops with their Oriental bathed space noodling concocted dinky toy town electronics. An alluring musical box feast of enchanting escapism that wouldn’t really go amiss sitting on the Static Caravan or Expanding roster having that same frosted complexion of say ISAN and the delicate child like aroma of Plone. Fellow Toytronic team players Digitional take to their task with some daring sophistication drenching their appraisal with a cortege of dreaming string arrangements and bobbing squelches very much in the best tradition of that man Fort Dax. Shitmat weigh in with two mixes, Planet Mu’s favourite sons completely strip down the original chassis and refit it with a bouncing chaotic blip core boost with all manner of dismembered add ons and wilfully discordant grooves. Proem bring clarity and calm to the proceedings, scratches and clicks jostle fluffily against space dub-esque backdrops it’s a similar style as adopted by Decadnids only theirs incorporates a more soundtrack like approach that fans of Manual may do well to check out. Safety Scissors dig into that whole robotic funk groove as ventured by Herbie Hancock in the early 80’s and come out the other side all the better for it. If our arms were forced up our back and at gun point told to choose one defining track the vote would have to go to Fizzarum’s retread. An exotic cocktail of late night down tempo sultriness and reclining snooze pop that’s matched only by the cosmically tinged romantic Android waltz pop of Novel 23 who manage to find the middle ground between Kraftwerk and Jean Michel Jarre before the Vector Lovers. Last an by no means least bringing up the rear admirably the sounds of City Centre Offices duo Dictaphone who serve up a tidy three minutes of evocative folk-tronics that’s sure to nuzzle in your head and play on ages after the CD has finished. Essential in case you really needed telling. http://www.multiplexmusic.co.uk

Santo El Diablo ‘Santo Vs. The Flying Saucers’ EP (Self released). It’s funny how band names have you sub consciously categorizing them even before you’ve had a chance to hear a single note. Santo El Diablo, no be honest, a surf sci-fi combo, right? Check the evidence, a sleeve with a still from a 50’s sci-fi b-movie depicting a UFO, then there’s the song titles: ‘Scream Freak’, ‘Animal, Vegetable, Mineral’ and the obligatory ‘Santo Vs. the Flying Saucers’. Man, it’s a certainty, we even quiffed up whatever hair we had, charged our ray gun proton packs
and for good measure slung under our arm surf boards in readiness for battle with the bug eyed dudes from Mars. Man were we wrong, what was geared up to be a twanging feast in the company of Man or Astro Man’s bastard half cousins manifests unnervingly into the total opposite. Strange indeed it is, when their not grinding out lysergic comatose inducing pop their happily whipping about in inebriated states in dustier climes. One EP already to their credit ‘The Santo 7 Ride!’ which we swear we’ll forego sleep for until our mits are firmly on a copy, and now this their latest 5 slice opus. Now call us romantic old fools but we’d like to think that ‘Santo Vs the Flying Saucer’ is the work of some strange futuristic transmogrication between They Might be Giants and the Pixies, combining intellects to cure the worlds evils with, and I kid you not here, post rock bubblegum pop. It gets better on ‘You am I blues’ where subtle word plays loosely sourced from ‘I am the Walrus’ are given a wonky numb school playground psychedelic edge that generally makes it the best off balanced weird pop song that Of Montreal didn’t write. ‘SITTM’ changes tact and dynamic completely sounding to these ears like Steve Earle staggering along Copperhead Road pissed as a fart on moonshine. ‘Animal Vegetable Mineral’ has the Beach Boys dragged of in a haze of recreational drugs into 70’s children’s TV land where Magic Roundabout relocates to Camberwick Green and our hapless trio are sentenced to play forever on ‘Handful of Songs’. Best of the lot though without doubt is the starry eyed ambling space folk opener ‘Scream Freak’ which ventures into territories more associated with the Earlies as though trimmed of their whirly pop additives and lugging behind them a massive bag of long forgotten and sadly discarded Will Sergeant riffs and blessed with a lilting fuzz laden fanfare like crescendo that Spiritualised would die for. A very coolly reclining treat for all. http://www.santo-el-diablo.co.uk

Penny Red ‘Say you will’ (Demo). Most releases that come by our way these days are perfectly produced, there are so many gimmicks and gadgets that the most amazing gloss can be credited to something worked in a bedroom environment. And maybe its because of that exact reason that when we heard this we fell over ourselves with joy because this four track debut demo is, how can we put it mildly, as rough as a bear’s arse. Frankly we weren’t really expecting it, but then that’s the charm of it, so undeniably DIY and yet couched in that whole 77 / 78 era where the whole aesthetic seemed to be developed as the key players learnt from their mistakes, a time where there were no rule books the fundamental criteria being having the passion, ambition and belief to succeed. Penny Red are that era’s offspring and okay this EP is flawed with odd moments that have you scratching your chin and thinking ‘impetuous youth’ but then its that gritty warts ‘n’ all showmanship that makes it so appealing. Upholding the spirit of punk from their Suffolk / Essex borders these tracks were recorded as a live demo in Chelmsford and capture perfectly the bands energetic aggression. Opening with ‘Say you will’ itself a turning back of the clock to those late nights spent watching rock’s aristocracy being upstaged on the OGWT, its probably the sets most casually laid back cut that digs deep into that early pub rock groove that would spawn Dr Feelgood, although here we think references to Tom Robinson are probably more apt. ‘Bully Boy Tactics’ ups the ante considerably, cockney terrace punk rock that has one foot in the boot camp of early pre –‘Hersham Boys’ Sham 69, you know the good stuff before the fascist come along and pissed on the everyone’s parade, while the other foot is busy pogoing itself sick to the sounds of a primal sounding Buzzcocks fronted by Steve Diggle, the only ingredient missing being the additional harmonies which you feel would do wonders on this. Likewise the ‘Cocks influence is all to apparent on ‘Stupid’ but it’s the crunching ‘Falling’ where the band hit the road running a racing punk pop nugget that perfectly hooks up to that New York scene of the era to recall a loosened up Television. All in all a nifty little rough and ready rocker it has to be said. http://www.pennyred.org.uk

Sweatmaster ‘Song with no words’ EP (Bad Afro). More top drawer garage rock from Denmark’s finest purveyors of all things six string and hook laden, the eminent Bad Afro, having already drove our Hi-Fi to distraction with corking debut releases from Viva Vertigo and Silver now it’s the turn of Finland’s Sweatmaster to incinerate sound system. First encountered in these pages with their blistering ‘Hold it’ 7” from a year or two ago the Lords of the Stooges Church are back to kick ass and bloody your nose in a death defying roller coaster ride of ball breaking bravado. Currently in the studio putting the finishing touches to their follow up to last years awesome debut long player ‘Final Cut’ which is tentatively slated for early 2005 release this smart must have electrifying 8 track EP serves as taster to fill that gap between now and then. Featuring two new studio cuts and 6 rollicking covers that show where Sweatmaster are at, 8 songs packed viciously into a storming 17 minutes, Sweatmaster get to executing the task at hand like a turbo charged version of the Supersuckers, a total cranium busting display of motherfucking mayhem as the dudes strut and swagger to give your airspace the spanking of its life. Opening with the scorching ‘Song with no words’ beset with that same stripped down dynamic as the Seeds, the lads tune into the Hives frequency and fuck them over just for the pure fun of it while ‘Dirty little things’ arms itself with a sure to be heavy MTV rotation lusting throb recalling an unholy alliance between those White Stripes kids and QOSTA. After all that fun throw in six floor shaking covers the best being the razor sharp drive through of the Wipers ‘Mystery’ and a demonic speed freaking make over of Minor Threat’s lost classic ‘I don’t wanna hear it’, fucking awesome but be honest did you really expect anything else? http://www.badafro.dk

The Omegas ‘Nothing left to show’ (Demo). Now this kids is going to take your breath away, forget all those bands peddling second rate 60’s melodies, this my friends is the real deal. An awesome package that features a four-track demo and a 23-minute home movie DVD of the band, sadly our copy doesn’t work, nevertheless this is going to blow your mind. With a band name that’s so silver age marvel comics superhero like, the trio: Prash, Veno and Taina (that’s one bloke and two sisters in case you were wondering) have been billed by their management company as the hottest band in London which to most is gonna serve as a red rag to a bull, but then they may just have a point. The Omegas dig deep to deliver an authentic glimpse of the London / San Francisco scenes in 1967 as though if by magic they’ve just fallen through some kind of time vortex, their psychedelic folk rock jam is captivating and so intoxicating that you can smell the potent aroma of sweat, incense, promiscuity and carefree wild abandon eking through the hanging choked lines of marijuana of a happening scene. Currently with one release under their belts the recent 6 track EP entitled ‘The Omegaz’ (which we are yet to hear) this sizzling set is a mind melting fusion of acid drenched fuzz laden tapestries and blessed out loved up voyages into the minds eye that recall the bluesy work outs of Hendrix tripping out with the organ bled cerebral landscapes of the Doors while taking to their bosom the freeform improvisational dynamic of the Grateful Dead especially on the arse shaking smoking gun groove of the softly spaced out sensualism of ‘Time has come’. Throughout this quartet of cuts the subtle whiff of Jefferson Airplane, Curved Air and Cream come to the fore Veno’s powerful Joplin-esque vocals acting as a guiding light through the thick stoned fog created by Prash especially on the maddening chimes of the grooving transcendental rocker ‘Nothing left to show’ where their brand of hocus pocus hippie idealisms do battle with the more liberated rockers from the current garage scene such as the Dirtbombs and the Bell Rays while on the crushing ‘She rides a lion’ the trio tune carefully into the intense swamp like storm inducing territories of the Space Team Electra’s darkened spiritualist voids of lead vocalist Myshel Prasad’s mind. All in all amid an era of fast living and selfishness the Omegas return to the old ideals could just prove to be rock’s saving grace, whatever happens a mind-blowing ride awaits, dare you jump on? Joint single of the Missive. http://www.osfa.org.uk/the-omegas

Monkey ‘Spider in the Water’ (Sugarlow). Debut two-track release from London based trio Monkey which we have to admit really put us on the back heel when it was slipped into the CD player, so gentle and unassuming is it that you can’t help being smitten by the whole thing. If we didn’t know any better we’d have said that these was the result of a co-incidental meeting in a burger bar between Pavement, Coldplay and Air, who after allowing the fizzy stuff to flow had laughed and joked swapping notes and studio tales then decided at the spare of the moment to collaborate. The result being ‘Spider in the Water’ which mixes all the prevalent ingredients of the three i.e. waywardness, bristling end of the line melancholia and tingling cosmic backdrops and something which we’d be inclined to suggest could easily be a distant cousin to the flip side of that Birdpen debut from last year ‘Dig that hole’ given that it’s borne of those similar kind of electronic dream wash soul sapping pop motifs. Flipside features the lonesome ‘Brand new blues’ slightly more upbeat than the lead cut yet doing nothing to dull that sense of feeling crushed from the inside out. A beautiful thing once you’ve pieced your broken heart back together. http://www.sugarlow.co.uk

Big Cash Prizes ‘Movement’ (Demo). Not much information about this lot other than they are from Stoke and this 4-track demo release is one of the best things we’ve heard in a long while, all raging and baying for blood and not a duff cut in sight. Rushing in from the same austere future’s past as the likes of the Koreans, the Vanities etc…reviewed else where in these musings, Big Cash Prizes are the gritty edge of the whole machine rock / post punk genre currently sweeping through the nation, though instead of looking aloof and making music to vogue to their more happy chartering a more terrace orientated approach of acidic laced Terminator pogo pop that toys with 90’s strobe infested psychedelic hazes and throbbing wannabe rock-ist dynamics best captured on the spitefully Idol-esque sneering dirty grind of the ZZ Top fucked over by the Primals ‘Walk On’. Big Cash Prizes excel at delivering a blistering fix of agitated guitars, darkly looming atmospherics all under-towed by electro shock grooves, just check out ‘Bleak Disco’ which nicks along the way the bass line from U2’s ‘A new years day’ then enticingly plugs into the whole bleak 1979 / 80 landscape in particular the Liverpool scene where they cleverly engage Wah Heat c. ‘Nah poo! The art of bluff’ in a head on clash with an all consuming hybrid of current day and old school Killing Joke bloodied by the moodist storm warring of ‘Script of the Bridge’ era Chameleons. Add in the aspect of unnerving tenseness that they manage so ably to thread intrinsically into their melodies, the opening ‘Movement’ spends the best part of it’s sub four minute outing creeping around ominously in the shadows like a deranged stalker causing your blood to run cold while eliciting the chill of very early Cabaret Voltaire before exploding into a caustically charged hip swinging floor melting groover. Not wanting to be left out ‘Z Cars’ with its infectious zig zagging cranium-boring riffs is blessed as though being the result of a fist fight between a particularly up for it Clash and a dance orientated Joy Division and at the close has the cheekiness to take sizeable pot shots at Bananarama’s ‘Robert De Niro’s Waiting’ just for fun. The youth of today, phew! All in all a remarkable festering debut of fuck you aggressive miserablism and deserving of the rarely awarded single of the Missive albeit jointly. http://www.bigcashprizes.net

No Tsuris ‘Sampler’ (absolutely Kosher). There was a time when I used to get sent all the Absolute Kosher releases the minute they fell off the production line, and mighty fine they were to. Though if anyone where to ask me to describe the label I’d have had to admitted that they were a little sparse, perhaps more so frail and a tad genteel that made twee positively rocking. So imagine my surprise in recently getting hold of a copy of Pidgeon’s debut album ‘From gutter with love’, blimey we fell over ourselves in total admiration. A spiteful release that really does show up musicians far older and with (allegedly) more experience of the so-called business for what they really are, i.e. clueless. So why am I rambling, where is this leading. Well simple really, this twenty-track sampler from California’s Absolutely Kosher reveals a label that these days are kicking sizable with Pidgeon just one of many stinging bows to their armoury. So what treats lie in wait then, good question. Eltro are represented by ‘Motorboat’ a curious though compelling mix of beats, psychedelic folk and Edward Lear, think of Bjork, the Slits, Cornelius and the Lemon Jelly all collaborating on some waywardly trippy down tempo fest. Those morning the loss of the Elephant 6 Collective might do well to check out the lysergic pop of Marty while the Telegraph Melts offer a curious blend of pensive quiet pop spliced through with the sophisticated washes of accompanying violins. Then there’s the infectious toy town tuneage of Jukeboxer and the electro power pop perfection of the Wrens ‘Hopeless’ or the Anthony Newley phase David Bowie doing slightly off balanced West Coast sunshine pop in the shape of Bottom of the Hudson. Summer at Shatter Creek again as with all of these bands / artists are / is previously unknown to me, but you can bet your bottom dollar after hearing ‘My neighbour’s having a seizure’ we want to hear more, a feel good confused collision of multi faceted pop moments that shouldn’t by rights co-exist let alone blend, warm and weird but daft as it may seem in 6 minutes it manages to touch base with Sigur Ros / the Busy Signals and everything in between. Aside the excellent ‘Strelnikov’ from Pidgeon best cut of the set is the turbulent though gracefully soundtrack sweeps of the Swords Projects which should satiate lovers of Mogwai and Workhouse while not to mention keeping lovers of Set Fire to Flames glued with fascination. With future releases promised from current darlings the Hidden Cameras and Goblin Cock (yes we spotted the accidental seamless link too) the future certainly looks Kosher. All you need do now is hear for yourself, drop Cory a nice email macher@absolutelykosher.com and tell them dudes we sent you.

Jens Lekman ‘You are the light’ (Secretly Canadian). Can’t remember for sure whether this is the third or fourth EP in as many months from Scandinavian musician Jens Lekman. For those who haven’t been paying attention at the back, Mr Lekman recently scored a top 5 hit in his home territory of Sweden under the pseudonym Rocky Dennis with the track ‘You are the light’ featured here in all its glory. Believed destined for greatness in some quarters and who are we to argue given that his previous EP releases for Secretly Canadian have proven beyond a shadow of doubt that here lies an artist caught with both hands and feet in the perfect pop cookie jar and possessing a finely tuned ear for candy pop and the writing tools to deliver them by the truck load. This EP reveals a growing sense of maturity as Lekman ventures into Bacarach’s sophisticated realms. ‘You are the light’ ushers in to the sound of sunshine filled brass fanfares with the sweeping bravado of anthemic cool, so drenched in saccharine laced grooves you could easily get a sweet tooth, ridiculously infectious its cue is indelibly motored by the early 70’s prime slices of Edwin Moses as though sharing bar snacks with the crooning Brat Pack and being fronted by Andy ‘Music to watch girls by’ Williams. It’s a cute trick that’s repeated on the late night bourbon soured intimacy of the wiley ‘A man walks into a bar’. Elsewhere ‘I saw her in the anti-war demonstration’ is blessed with a snaking Byrds-esque riff flooded by softly alluring orchestrations that gives of a hippy inspired ‘Sweet November’ vibe and is temptingly topped off by a Morrissey / Richman like vocalisation that’ll simply floor you. ‘A sweet summer night on hammer hill’ ups the tempo considerably, a hip swinging sultry summers night concoction of the Modern Lovers and Martha Reeves and the Vandellas ‘Heatwave’ and damn smart with it. A star in the ascendancy methinks. http://www.secretlycanadian.com

Ten Foot Nun ‘The Mask Drop’ (Self Released Sampler). And last but by no means least, the deranged sounds of a young Croydon in the form of Ten Foot Nun. We’ve had this baby kicking holes in the speakers for a few weeks now, one of those rare releases that once inside your head demands to be revisited again and again coming across with the same pathological glee as an addiction. Self described disciples of spazmo pop, this four piece (according to the accompanying notes) threaten to spread word of their imminent arrival into the pop world via gigs, word of mouth, airplay ‘and the massive and baffling interweb’. Don’t you just love ‘em? Well we’ve made up our minds and suspect (and hope) that this lot are going to be around for a fair while yet. This killer seven cut sampler possesses some of the most ad hoc and deranged fun we’ve had in a long while. Angular riffs that act like hidden booby traps waiting to spring ferociously into action aligned to furious surges of everything from glam / punk / prog / art on detox to rock opera / metal and beyond, there’s no doubting that the sounds that Ten Foot Nun extricate are indeed worthy of brain damage and more than likely will lead to wide spread medical complaints of aneurysms across the nation once their circus wheels out on the road. Coming across like an evil Supergrass this collection gathers together prime cuts from selected releases to date, most notably their two EP’s ‘Modify my young’ and ‘Science Abuse’ with a brace culled from their forthcoming LP ‘Squelch’. TFN offer humour by the truckload but wrapped in sledgehammer like blows, frankly this sampler is either the work of warped genius or the fruits of the local asylums annual creative day. The screwball ‘Last night I dreamed I saw your band’ is hearteningly worrying, consider the Pretty Things ‘Defecting Grey’ being done by a wired to the hilt Half Man Half Biscuit doing Cardiacs impressions and instead sounding like the Damned being chased by the Texas Chainsaw dude and reading the chord sequences back to front. If you manage to get past that, and many won’t, the gruelling ‘Limpo / Collapso’ awaits talons sharpened just around the corner, casually lifting the riff from the Sparks ‘This town ain’t big enough’ and dropping it nervously into a divinely spasmodic groove that’s frankly impossible to jig to with or without a seizure and elsewhere incorporating a dangerously unhinged metal core to the whole thing. The discordant ‘Find him and kill him’ is equally frantic, apparently from the musical ‘King of Kings’, now we assume the film of the same name is their point of reference though for the life of me I can’t remember any scene were our erstwhile central character played by Jeffrey Hunter, went off into the wilderness to pogo until he was sick. Needless to say invites to play the Cambridge Folk Festival are a long way off. The shredded blues of ‘Open your house’ is the nearest those romantics among you will get to hearing a love song, but don’t build your hopes to much the Commodores it isn’t (thankfully), to these ears sounds like Ned’s Atomic Dustbin sent through the air with great pace and force with the resulting stationary body mass slammed through a blender with the added bonus of some leery backward vocals. Storming stuff all of it. All in all the kind of thing to give Mr Peel wet dreams total acidic angular anarchy awaits and rightfully earning the coveted Single of the Missive though jointly by a short head, a few waywardly erratic solos and a nose bleed or three. http://www.nuntoof.net

And that’s pretty much it for another week or so. Keep your eyes peeled for the aforementioned Losing Today magazine. Next time out hopefully we’ll have the finalised Fort Dax mixes plus a stack of goodies to make your feet tap, teeth chatter and wallets lighter, among the chasing pack being assembled new releases from Singled Out favourites the Knife (a taster for their up and coming album ‘Deep Cuts’), a particularly nifty debut from Spectrum 311, some wonky toy box madness from Kid Carpet, new Sink and Stove kids on the block the Vibration, latest Rough Trade pre season signings Aberfeldy, a storming first outing from Dive Dive, something quite sublime from Eye, the corking demo from Emerald Ocean, the second release from favourites Three Man Amp, a tasty newie from Broadway Project, the latest from My Pet Junkie, the Truckee Brothers, a mighty fine debut from singer songwriter Aaron Short, quite possibly one or two offerings from the Great Pop Supplement stable plus any other treats that we can manage to unearth between now and next time.

All that leaves for me is to thank all the bands, labels and press rep’s for making these musings possible, no names you know who you are. Death threats and general words of comfort as always welcome mark@losingtoday.com

Take care of yourselves and I’ll see you in seven (hopefully). Happy hunting,


‘May the groove be with you’.

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