Some sketches for Spring. O-Town is normally a place where posh people complain about an extra ounce of ham on their butcher's bills. Recently this sleepy place has knocked out some great pop in KIEFF, Mobedick and now Oh Happy Days; aka Maurijn, another discontented...
In an interview given at Green Man in 2015 Mark E Smith attributed the fall of Christian belief in the UK to the wetness of the new hymns. He had a point. But he needn't have worried if he had heard this set of observances,...
Look at the titles, this is romanticism stripped bare. Dogs, Cologne, Party, Happy Birthday, Towards You. It could be a haiku. Academic-in-exile Gerlov van Engelenhoven is back with a folio of witty Chattertonisms set to music. There is something of the campfire minstrel about van...
Another release from the mysterious Damselfly, still writing sonic incantations for the dead of the Great War, adding another small paragraph in the logbook of British remembrance culture. The sounds on this EP - as with his most recent releases - float inexorably towards a...
What be this morsel, kittens? Why it’s more howling at the void in an unseen back room, the protagonist doubtless bent double over a casio bemoaning Bon Jovi’s luxuriant mane-n-spandex years, replete with the smell of reheated andive mash circling unappetizingly in the background. Like...