Here’s the follow-up to Ugly Scene (released earlier this year).
Where that one was… well, ugly… this is the mirror opposite. It’s mellow, but be warned: the tracks get freakier as it progresses. Again, the clue’s in the title. Enjoy x
There’s another EP coming out later this year – Fri 19 Oct – which is the opposite half of the picture to the abrasive, noise-heavy protest songs on Ugly Scene. The clue’s in the title: Disquiet – a mellow slab of grandeur and weirdness. Till then, got gigs coming up next month and more in Sept-Nov (a mixture of solo and electric band nights, details to follow). These are the nearest few dates:
Not Too Far
The Wrong Side
Out today: the loudest and most obnoxious set of recordings I’ve done in quite a while – it felt like that kind of time again. The follow-up, hopefully due later this year, is already finished and takes a different angle… it’s called Disquiet. But for now, hope you enjoy these dispatches from the feedback frontier x
“spins and spins to weave a heavy and complex sonic web” – indiebandguru.com
The 13th August update of Unpeeled has very positive things to say about Glow in the Dark – “once in a blue one, you come across something of genuine interest”, for a start – and I’ve taken the liberty of quoting the entire review on the Press page. Go to the site, though, it’s all good writing (and they clearly have excellent taste, eh? Eh?!?).
Wish me luck – or a gloriously messy death. x
GLOW IN THE DARK – album #2 – is now available from Bandcamp, Amazon, Spotify & iTunes. And the rest. My advice is get it from Bandcamp, where it comes with extras.
It’s been reviewed by Whiteboard Project, here. (Scroll down, it’s the second or third item.) It “will infuriate some and delight others […] Highly recommended”. Amen to that.
On top of this, I’m part of a brief tour from 15th – 19th August.
Two more reviews for Glow in the Dark, first from Stu Huggett in Brighton Source magazine:
…And second from Ringmaster Reviews, here. An ambivalent one, this – “at times not easy to get a handle on”, but “to ignore it would be a mistake”… and “a sinister caress with less than healthy intentions which leaves one rattled but needing to feel its shadows again”(!). Still, it’s in-depth, which is aces with me. And uncertainty isn’t a bad thing… I’ve evoked some colourful images in the writer’s head: my work is done.
Here’s a nice write-up for the upcoming album at indiebandsblog.com …
And here’s one at withguitars.com
Appreciated, as ever. Live, the gigs are gradually pencilling in, circling like inky tenebrous corner-of-the eye spectres, hazing toward actuality, an’ shit… Also, just been offered a BBC radio session quite soon, so more news on that swiftly.
praise Jeezuz and pass the ammo
The video to my next single, Hard Science (released on Light Crude 28 May) can be viewed above. It was a lot of fun, albeit very fragmented, to make – not the least difficult was finding a vicar’s collar that fit comfortably and didn’t slip out to the side like a hideously broken collarbone. Anyway, now I know how those evangelicals feel: drunk and throbbing with THE POWER OF THE LORD. (God help us all.)
A positive write-up for This Mucky Age from well-regarded individualist journo Indie Dad. It’s on the superb [sic] Magazine site here.
(Seem to recall he quite liked Episodes when it was first released in 2008, too – did I mention it’s just been re-issued by any chance…?)
A review’s always appreciated – even more so when it’s favourable. So far, I’ve been very lucky.
2008 debut EP re-released
Episodes is on sale again from tomorrow, via Bandcamp and – shortly afterwards – iTunes, Amazon & all that bunch.
Not only does it include Kafka Song and the hidden spoken-word track from the original CD, but also 3 extra tunes (one of them exclusive to Bandcamp). It’s been unavailable for a long time due to problems with the original distributors which I won’t go into here – suffice to say a repeat appearance is long overdue. Check it out.
This Mucky Age gets an interesting write-up from Peter Kemp’s music blog here:
It’s pretty shrewd; but then it’s a great review so I would say that, wouldn’t I? (He’s bang-on about the imaginary scenario of Degenerate Son, which seems to have puzzled some people.)
There’s one or two more reviews of the album to come – in fact I’ve already seen one of em and it’s another positive write-up; will link to it as and when posted, obviously.
Anyway, check out Peter’s blog – I’m in very good company.
…and also for the re-issue of “Episodes”
Monday 20th Feb sees the digital re-release of my 2008 EP Episodes, with bonus tracks. Here’s a short story to celebrate: one for all you Valentine’s Day romantics out there. (Ha!)
rare, and getting rarer
The last few CD copies of This Mucky Age and both singles are now available through Bandcamp (click here).
Each sleeve is individually stamped and hits a nice balance between hand-made and mass-produced. Also, they’re not just pleasing objects – they come with free download versions. These include videos for the singles, and – for the album – a bonus track and alternative cover artwork.
There aren’t many left, so do check em out.
“Ghostly shit skittering”? What the hell’s that supposed to mean? Well, it was in my production notes, must’ve made sense at the time…
Anyway, last night’s recording session involved miking up a rattling bowl of pebbles, working like a lunatic to get the guitars slightly out of tune in just the right kind of way, and stuff like trying to capture a bass with a “hydraulic whoosh“, “ghostly shit skittering” and “mouldy ice block synths“. Oh, and that particularly tinny, lumpen kind of British bass guitar sound from 70’s glam rock – but that’s only on one track, don’t worry.
So, work on album #2’s still going very well – it’s got a tracklist, a title and cover art too, but it’s a little early to go into all that (it’s not appearing till next July, after all).
funny how things can take the most unexpected tangent
At one point, I had a feeling This Mucky Age was going to turn into some smirking 80’s rip-off. You know the kind of thing, no doubt; a winkingly crap pastiche artefact, a Weimar signifier, plastic ties and charity shop sunglasses in a Hoxton shebeen and snorting vegan whizz off a spunk-streaked 7″ of Hot Gossip’s (I Lost My Heart To A) Starship Trooper… which technically was late 70’s, but like the vast avid Toad of Depression, all bad things announce themselves by squatting on the horizon with a premonitory chill… Like that, then.
It was mainly that the guitar on one track made me think of 1980’s roller discos, Van Allen Belt-stripping hairspray and its uglifying effect on women’s features through the medium of ungainly, paralysed hair, and Fright Night. You’ll have to listen to the album if you want to figure out which one. Just something in the sound, just a suggestion, faint as icy winter memories in a distanced and dyspeptic summer. (I was tempted to do this in a William S Burroughs kinda style, but thought better of it; train whistles down a dusty St Louis avenue… twinge of nostalgia in the junk-sick morning as he probes for a vein… sepia photo nostalgia descends as he shoots smack into his balls. Nahh.)
So yeah, the 2nd album was all set to be quiet and introspective and statement-tastic and shit, the kind of thing that says, Remember Dylan? Leonard Cohen, even? No, of course you don’t, you attention-deficit chimps. (And actually, you’re not missing much.) Well I’m the new guy. Listen to my Serious Serenades in your Bedsit of Romantic Dejection, and weep!
…Thankfully, I got off that trip; think I might’ve had a mild head injury or something. Anyway, it was a quiet album; then I got this weird idea that one of the guitar riffs should sound like an angry, black-haired woman with imperiously flashing eyes, saying “make love to me, you fool,” in a driven whisper; and then it all went a bit retro. The riff in question won’t make the cut because it doesn’t quite work – from my unremittingly male viewpoint, it’s more like a quite plain girl who occasionally looks beautiful at odd moments, peevishly telling you your breath smells of meat and death – but I think it points the way. Already, one reflective folky number’s turned into a hellstorm of cloddish beats, camp electro noise and squealingly macho guitar. It’s Tim Curry’s worst amyl nitrate flashback nightmare.
This, by the way, is an entirely good thing. I love music, and its endless surprises.
Well. This coming Monday the album’s on sale – Bandcamp, Amazon, you name it. CD copies can be had at gigs.
Been working toward this for so long, it’s kind of hard to take in; I’m very happy with the album, but it’s the creation of an earlier self enduring some difficult times (and mining them for music). In fact, I’ve already made significant progress on the follow-up.
Still, it’s quite a piece of work. Judge for yourself, as of Monday 25th July.
Good to hear it on the airwaves, too: in the run-up to release, did an interview yesterday on Radio Reverb here in Brighton with Jeff Hemmings. It went smoothly well, had a couple of tracks played, talked nonsense, did my best not to laugh like a loon. (It was fun, I was buzzed with adrenaline and due-ness of album – what the hell.)
So what’s next? Gigs. As many as I can get. O yes.