#250> MARCH 27th '08 - new issue here every Thursday afternoon
of the humpbacks disappearing in the rear view....
my mother my dogs and clowns, ah what the hell, last on the humpbacks disappearing
in the rear view mirror with an Enabler and cake anyone? A right two and
eight I tell yer, a little more than an ‘ot dog, you know what I mean?
Centre line jacked by the CIA, KGB and the and the man in gray, wonder
if we’re gonna see another day... You know this week the thing that’s been
pissing me off most is bands who just can’t get their shit together beyond
putting up a My Space page and a sending dumbshit spam messages that say
“hey dude thanks for your support, check out our new songs”. I know they’ve
been pissing of yer man in his back yard over there in Camden as well,
canceling gigs at the last minute because mummy won’t let them take their
shiny new drum kit to a gig. Did you hear the one about a band no one has
heard of pulling out of a gig and the day of the event because they had
to bring a kit all the way from Shepherds Bush to North London, demanded
the promoter come over and front them sixty quid extra on top of what he's
already agreed with them first. Cross them off the list of bands to bother
with then. What a beautiful sunny afternoon it is, man on the street, how
you feeling? Alright? Why let bands ruin the day, or that venomous guy
with a blade shining oh so bright...
These are the things that
have been in our ears this week, please explore and if it sounds interesting
then just hit the links and make your own minds up, our reviews and thoughts
are mere signposts designed to guide you to the things you might like to
feast on yourselves... don’t you just love the instant hit of the www.
IS THIS WHY YOU BOOKMARKED ME?
YOUNG AT A KENT HOP FARM? HAS THE READING FESTIVAL WORM TURNED?
Mean Fiddler founder Vince Power is returning to the UK live music industry
with a new "back to basics" festival called A Day At The Hop Farm. The
festival will be Power's first project in the UK festival market since
selling his stake in Mean Fiddler - part of that sale limited his activity
in the UK market for a time. Based at the Hop Farm at the Kentish Oast
Village in Paddock Wood, Tonbridge, the new festival is set to be headlined
by Neil Young, and promises a totally un-corporate experience, with the
press release boasting that "the event will be totally unbranded, free
of registration and without any VIP areas – with the aim of being a festival
for festival goers, returning live music to its roots, where you turn up
with your ticket and enjoy the same experience as every other ticket holder!"
All rather interesting when you consider what a hideous corporate branded
crap larger mess the Reading festival was turned in to under Mr Power’s
guidance – Let us hope he makes amends...
THINGS TO GET SHOUTING ABOUT?
LEISURE have put a home made DIY video for Man On The Street on line on
their My Space page at www.myspace.com/imperialleisure.
They play Koko in Camden (London) with Roots Manuva on April 12th – the
confirmed festival list for Imperial Leisure so far is Blissfields (Winchester,
5th July), 2000 Trees Festival (Cheltenham, 12th July), Camp Bestival (Dorset,
18th July), Maker Festival (Cornwall, 31st July), En-Dorset (Dorset 8th
Aug), Bestival (Isle Of Wright, 6th Sept).
John on the phone...
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just going to tell you about the very very best once a week, no more time
for the average, only the most exciting - we're very very selective, when
we tell you it's good then it really is goooooooood
OF THE WEEK
DIE DIE DENEUVE - Three
girls, hang on, how did we find them? Saw they were playing a Noisestar
night and knowing Noisestar are another set of promoters/label/alternative
DIY music people who are usually on the case, we went on line to find out
who DieDieDeneuve were. DieDieDeneuve are three girls from South London
– Sian, Georgie and Bronnie – they make this low down bass rumbling new
wave sound that slowly uncoils and spikes out at you, they have some excellent
songs, been playing these four to death here since we downloaded
them. Jagged edgy new wave post something or other that tastes of The Fall,
Wire, The Cramps and Sonic Youth without ever being that obvious, actually
they share a lot of musical ground with those Riot Grrrl powered Vile Vile
Creatures, or the new wave edge of those wrong pop makers Herzoga (and
maybe with Gossip as well come to think of it) – classic scratchy grrrl
powered agit punk that’s wound up tight and ready to strike. Songs that
get in your head and make you do things exactly like dogs do, they’ll make
you howl like a dog. Go explore, get involved and download them for yourself
JUNKYARD CHOIR – Some kind
polka klezmer gravel-voiced Beafheart alt.rock.blues waltz thing from the
deepest London swamps out the where the crocodiles wait and the crows pick
at your flesh and you’ve got no control of the situation – what do you
mean there’s no crocs in the London swamps? You don’t go to the same places
as us do you? A voodoo thing, go ask Dr John about it, the sun is in their
sky, the moon in their heads, monkeys in the treetops and there’s no smoke
without fire... www.myspace.com/junkyardchoir
week's demo of the week - BOMB FACTORY
demo's of the week - KONTAKTE
/ATLAS / THE
HAROLD WARTOOTH / COSMIC MICROWAVE BACKGROUND
/ EATEN BY TIGERS
/ MOLLOY / THE
ATROCITY EXHIBIT / 2
OUT OF 3 RULE / THE
JACKPOT GOLDEN BOYS
NEW ALBUMS WE’RE LISTENING TO THIS WEEK
week the best new things we’ve been listening to were...
OF THE WEEK
LADYHAWK – Shots (Jagjaguwar)
– They insist this is a night album, I don’t know? Maybe it is? Sounds
good at 5.00pm on a shitty Wednesday afternoon. They sound kind of loose
- yes it does sound like kicking back, pulling that tie open, undoing the
top button and drinking in an empty bar all afternoon when you should be
working for the man. Excellent production, apparently recorded in an old
abandoned farm house behind a shopping mall in their hometown of Kelowna,
British Columbia - kind of sounds like it with those creaks and that airy
live raw atmosphere – you could take a pocket knife and cut those notes
right out of the air. Good enough to eat. Of course none of this smart
arse wordery tells you anything does it? How about a mellow at ease, frazzled
at the edge, analogue-warm Neil Young being backed by Sonic Youth rather
than Crazy Horse? I know, I know, damn lazy reviewing and we probably said
ten other North American alt.rock records sound a bit like Sonic Youth
already this week. That is the vibe here though, and damn fine it all sounds.
We could talk of creaking stairways and notes that breath and words left
unspoken and never having the time and how it all feels like one of those
American vampire road movies where you don’t quite want to stay in the
bar after dark and there’s no point calling the sheriff because he’s probably
one of them. Not an ounce of fat to be found, perfect guitar sound, perfect
weight, perfect timing, genuine light and shade, just the right side of
raw. Neil Young fronting a mellow Sonic Youth never sounded so good. www.jagjaguwar.com
YOUNG HEART ATTACK – Rock
And Awe (Not On Your Radio) - I don’t know but I been told, pigheaded band
got lots of soul. Word doing the rounds last year when XL dropped the Texas
band from their label, was that the band had split for good. Damn we thought
- well, hey, regular readers around here will know how much we love this
band, their gig at 93ft East a couple of years back is still way up high
on the all time best gigs we’ve ever been to list (and we’ve been to a
lot of gigs!). That last album, Mouthful Of Love, was, and is, essential
(and they were red hot on that Motorhead tour as well). Damn, we’re never
going to hear that band live again! A million bands come and go, always
a new around the corner though, very few we actually really seriously miss.
Thank heavens for the unexpected reappearance, looks like their old label
were spinning naughty porky pies, we were missing Young Heart Attack
Rock And Awe, ah yes that’s the band I love, right there with that opening
shot of a tittle track – that righteous hard rock sound that’s drenched
in so much soul, that twin vocal sound, that band that sound so good we
can namedrop Montrose references and talk of early 70’s Tina Turner and
classic American hard rock drenched in soul... Hang on though, did
someone knock their wall down? “Young Heart Attack have matured and found
an inner voice which dictated slower tempos, confidence....” so says
the press release. Slower tempos? And has Jennifer Stephens become more
of a conventional lead voice/front woman now? Hey don’t misunderstand me
here, she has a brilliant voice and she can front a band better than most,
before they had this unique balance and sound though, before they were
perfect. And are some of these songs sounding a little ‘normal’ and
maybe just a little poppy where they once righteously ripped up and out-rocked
everyone and everything in that essential American hard rock way of theirs.
Half of it rocks like you want (and need) Young Heart Attack to rock, most
of it is that brilliant band we loved with those cool as f sounding Californian
harmonies and that Seventies flavoured hard rock. When they hit the spot
then righteous really is the only word, when they hit the spot I love this
band, when they hit the spot this band are drenched in so much soul, when
they hit the spot then they’re a perfectly tuned Trans Am on an open road
on the perfect day. Some of this sounds a little pedestrian and stuck in
the traffic though, some of it sounds like a band lacking a little belief
and a little confidence. Where last time out it was an eleven out of ten
raving drooling I want all your babies and more review, this time this
is just a kind seven and a half out of ten kind of review. Still, damn
good to have them back and a big single finger to their old label and their
poison. Can’t wait to see the band live again, can’t wait for the next
album, still one of the finest soul drenched hard rock bands ever – no
more of this ‘maturing’ though! Just rock like you’re meant to, rock and
awe us please! Most of the time here they do just that. I love this band!
FLU.ID – Iots (Exile On
Mainstream) – Some kind of relentlessly brutal metal intensity that’s equal
parts Unsane/Converge noise and the more recent Dillinger Escape Plan mathcore
pulverisation. The Germans are relentlessly intense and they do add colour
and imagination to the brutality with those little discordant (sometimes
glitchy) distractions. If you like your Refused style hardcore metal with
an extra hint of mathematical violence, a sprinkling of glitch and a healthy
touch of grind then Flu.id are worth a moment of your no doubt very busy
life – www.fluidmusic.de or www.mainstreamrecords.de
AYIN ALEPH - 1 (Audioland)
- Some kind of off-hinge all has gone wrong in the toy-room and the king’s
wooded horse has had his head broken off female fronted operatic/symphonic
metal. A kind of Kate Bush meets Bjork voice, maybe a far more operatic/twisted
Pornorphans, really rather good if they catch you in the right mood, little
insane and maybe laced with cheese if you’re not in the right frame of
mind – www.myspace.com/ayinaleph
LEFT LANE CRUISER – Bring
Yo’ Ass To The Table (Alive) – One of them there lo-fi slide guitar street
corner broken string wooden box for a drum two piece greased up whisky
drenched hobo blues bands outfits. R.L Burnside, Seasick Steve, trash cans,
hub caps, meth smoking two dollar pawn shop mics and all sounding as cool
as that all sounds – sound, pass me that square bottle with the number
seven on it while I go put this sucker on line – www.alivenergy.com
BEATUNDERCONTROL – Cosmic
Repackage (Malicious Damage) – Ilf Ivarrson with some classic mellow dub
flavoured space-jazz-rock for all you Ullulators and lost pilots of the
Club Dog Poodle lounge. Wonderfully atmospheric, organic dub and freeform
beauty that flows in such a soothing uplifting rewardingly easy way. Refined
controlled experiment lushness, nocturnal floodlit back street jazz, hypno-drone
alchemy and just right there in the zone... www.maliciousdamage.co.uk
VOODOO SIX – First Hit For
Free (self release) - Great big blues based hard rock thing, a heavier
tougher Lenny Kravitz, Guns ‘n Roses, Bon Jovi – hard rock lyrics about
ships without sails lost at sea and selling your soul to the night and
such... Maybe a touch of UFO or the harder end of bands like Ratt or Little
Caesar, maybe the more recent modern day output of Whitesnake. Singing
about someone being the moonshine and someone else being the sun now, that
and coming down from the mountain to the sea – nonsense lyrics really but
then that’s how things are meant to be with this grooved-out big guitar
hair-metal hard rock thing. If you like this kind of stuff, then without
ever doing anything remotely original or challenging, Voodoo Six do their
chosen thing really rather well, check ‘em out like rain on your heart
and searching in the night, take this darkness away, a rather good old
school hard rock band, I’ve been polite, there’s a link, now take it out
back and quietly shoot it please – www.voodoosix.com
PEDRO / EPIDEME – Silver Rocket RoTa afternoon @ Notting hill Arts
Centre, London March 15th - RoTa takes place every Saturday afternoon over
at the Notting Hill Arts Centre – free late afternoon gigs every weekend.
Events start around 4.00pm, first band usually gets on around five – been
going on for years now - although RoTa still seems to be a well kept secret
to most. You’ll find the venue over the main Bayswater road from the Notting
Hill tube station, beyond Waterstone’s book shop and just past Barclays.
No sign or anything to indicate there’s an actual venue there, just some
great big wooded doors and a crash barrier and maybe a doorman on the pavement
outside. Let your curiosity take you down to the basement. Each week a
different alternative/DIY record label, zine or underground gig promoter
puts together a bill in the relaxed atmosphere that is the Saturday afternoon
big arm-chaired arts centre (hard to believe this is the same place that
dishes out all the YoYo bulshit and unpleasant door policy on a Thursday
night). Always worth dropping in (via the Portobello Road junk stalls and
the Record and Tape Exchange shops over the road) on the off chance that
the bands are going to be good - there very rarely isn’t someone or something
interesting waiting for you to discover them (we’ve had chance first encounters
with loads of great bands down in the concrete basement – and indeed put
on a few of the frantically relaxed afternoons ourselves).This week it
was the turn of the ever-reliable Silver Rocket team to do the selecting
of the bands and the running of things (and yes we managed to miss two
of the bands what with Saturday being a religious day and an actual three
O’clock kick off this week).
Epideme are on when we get there. Epideme are from Worthing, there’s three
of them punching and kicking out their rather spiky punky scratchy post-hardcore
sound (and attitude). They make an immediate impact with their somewhat
90’s sounding abrasive Jesus Lizard/Done Lying Down angles and flavours
as they bounce their awkward shouty jagged twin vocal sound off walls –
impressive in an understated, nothing that revolutionary, damn fine band
with some tunes that instantly bite though.
Uncle Pedro are apparently
from South London and its OK man we can just be friends. There’s three
of them on the small stage and their wired-up post-hardcore made for some
instant lick the ground running mood enhancement – settle down, don’t forget
to chill, heads are turned, ears prick up, hey, this lot are good! There’s
a rumbling rolling energy here, a personality-laced sound and a self-effacing
awkward slice of life. And if a cat chooses to piss on your rug then you
should really consider it an honour. A kind of McLusky/Fugazi/Homage Freaks
pointed urgentness that’s well worth investigating. Well worth investigating
the album they released themselves last year as well – I Only Shake Hands
With Mother is what they chose to call it and rather good it is.
Silver Rocket events are always worth checking out, that big black backdrop
with that rocket flying by has hung behind loads of great bands, don’t
think we’ve ever been to a Silver Rocket gig where there hasn’t been at
least one excellent band. Silver Rocket have a three CD box set out right
now, celebrating their 100th gig promotion, loads of good bands on there,
rather essential snapshot of alternative music in this land of ours over
the last five years or so. Find out about Silver Rocket and indeed buy
the excellent 72 track box set for just 10.00 including P&P from www.myspace.com/silverrocketclub
– loads and loads of good bands on there. Meanwhile Epideme have
a new single out on the ever excellent Jonson Family label, investigate
Epideme via www.jonsonfamily.com
Pedro can be found and heard via their My Space page - www.myspace.com/unclepedrouk
Best place to keep up with RoTa and see who’s playing next is also via
their My Space page at www.myspace.com/rotaclub.
And while were here, Uncle Pedro played one of the A Badge Of Friendship
nights the week after they played this RoTa show – another set DIY/underground/alternative
promoters doing things the Silver Rocket way in London right now. Here’s
the inevitable My Space URL - www.myspace.com/abadgeoffriendship
– what the hell did we do before My Space mummy? We talked to each other
more and made zines and did a little more than spam each other’s My Space
inbox and you can’t own a cat man, a cat owns you - a real badge of freindship?
Nah, that doesn't happen in London anymore....
Silver Rocket’s next show is at the Buffalo Bar over in Highbury on April
18th, the bill features the awkwardly long-named 3HOS, the rather
fine post-rock edge of OUR OWN DEVICES (well worth checking their
album out, find an Organ review here), the
intriguingly good all girl minimalist new wave/punk outfit DIE DIE DENEUVE
and Newcastle’s EVER SINCE THE LAKE CAUGHT FIRE, Silver Rocket tell
us they’re a “furiously noisy and chaotic post-hardcore band” Guess we’ll
find out on the night... oh, no hang on, stop press, we're banned from
the Buffalo Bar for giving out Organs telling people about good gigs at
the Buffalo bar!
ENABLERS - Water Rats, Kings Cross, London – March 14th - I expect
we'll be just skimming the surface tonight. Enablers are a four-piece
from San Francisco; they're something special. It's flexible, flowing,
profoundly atmospheric rock - dark, masculine, brooding. I'm quite
happy to say 'Shellac' and 'Slint' if it will draw a few more people into
their influence; the venue is full of hopeful people lured by similar throwaway
(very throwaway) statements. They will not be disappointed, but they'll
do even better if they spend some time with End Note or Output Negative
Space, later. Why? Because Enablers, live, rip and crackle like a supercell
storm front, blowing away the murk of a small venue's sound, blowing away
the squeezed-in audience with the living, breathing dynamics of each song.
Most of the words will be lost. So much of their power is tied up in their
lyrics, in the spoken-word vocals of Pete Simonelli, and tonight you only
get phrases, snatches of lines. Some of these words are stories,
biographies of human characters in extremis, some that may be uncompromising
biography, some are vivid glimpses of near-wordless things, moments, atmospheres,
and most of all, skies... all are deeply humane, unflinching and sensitive,
and don't lend themselves to someone banging out some music review.
On the page, written down, Simonelli's lyrics are actual, bona fide poetry,
the real deal that carry their own oomph outside the context of a band.
By some mysterious process of fate, chaos math or divine intervention,
they became tangled up with three other people who seem to understand these
words right down to the core, and become part of the stories and the moments.
A superb drummer - Joe Byrnes, (ex Tarnation) and a guitarist and bassist
(Kevin Thompson and Joe Goldring respectively) merge the words into action
until it's hard to guess what might have come first. With little
slippery bits of odd times and great sways and pushes of fury and quiet,
they build soundtracks around the visions that the words bring, as if they
were film score conductors watching them projected on a big screen.
It's almost their own art form.
Of course, you shouldn't
get any of that in the Water Rats - not a bad venue (decent beer, for a
start, and a great history) and not the worst sound, but it's loud and
distorted and the PA is pretty much in the pit with us. Simonelli
introduces a number: 'This next song is for the dispossessed among you...
I think you know what I'm talking about...' not one I've heard before,
still full of the implications of emotion and tension though the obvious
meaning is stripped, and still powerful. The Slint-and-Shellac references
are, of course, quickly irrelevant (what the hell, it got people in here,
and they're not exactly leaving). The Enablers are clearly their own thing,
and one of a kind. Thompson's rich guitar work always hangs on a
melody of some kind, never totally dissolving into noise even when in full
distorted raging, dropping to delicacy and sensitivity as precisely as
on the albums. Simonelli is a whip-lean figure in a shirt with the
arms ripped off. The last time I saw them, drums were beautifully handled
by the rather wonderful drummer from Quack Quack and Polaris, but Joe Byrne
is back and he has that telepathic thing going on; he's something special...
all four of them are - you can talk about telepathy and bands being good
or playing tight, but these guys are almost beyond that. There's
a conspiracy among them that knows what's right, some wordless agreement
that knows what to do. For a band that can reach thunderous peaks
and build monstrous tsunamis of noise, they are supremely tender in the
more meditative, and ebb and flow it together with a sensitivity no other
can match. The Enablers can make others sound crude and ham-fisted.
There's a good chunk of support One More Grain's audience watching, and
it seems everyone who came for the Enablers dragged a newbie along. After
a magnificent performance of Pauly's Days in Cinema, it sounds like they
get it, demanding more. Let's hope they picked up an album before they
left. (Marina Organ)
LEISURE – Borderline, London - 28th February - As the champagne trickled
down my face and into my mouth, I casually wondered if I'd failed in my
promise to lay of the drink for Lent. I quickly forgot that thought as
I bounded back skywards, my fist punching the air with a big grin on my
face. I wasn't the only one. The place was going crazy. It seems that this
is just a typical night with Imperial Leisure.
I've seen them before some months ago. It was at Madame Jo Jo's. I can't
lie about the night. I was drunk. Pissed. Hammered. I remember the hangover
almost as much as the night itself. I think we'd gone to see a band called
Union of Knives. But it was Imperial Leisure who were on after that I remembered
most. I'd never heard of them before. But I certainly never forgot them.
Loads of guys packed on to a tiny stage going mental. Driving the
crowd mental. And we all danced and sang and drank and fell about
laughing it was so good.
But I had a sneaky suspicion that the lagers had chemically enhanced the
experience somewhat. Surely the weren't that good? The two mates who were
with me that night certainly seem to remember they were good. But
you just never know. So this was going to be a test to see how good they
really are. As usual, two tickets were bought, but my pal couldn't make
it. I couldn't persuade anybody to go with me, so I was going on my own.
And I really didn't fancy it. I was tired and I had to hang around in work
for quite a while. I very nearly went home.
So I arrived tired, irritable and unenthusiastic. And I was going to stay
sober. Nice. I bought a drink, then found a nice spot right in front of
the stage while one of the supports, The Bookhouse Boys, finished their
set. They were pretty good I thought. Nice shoes as well. I had a little
sway to them. I wouldn't call it a dance though. I was far too grumpy for
Imperial Leisure came on, and because this time I wasn't sozzled, I counted
them. My memory of how many there were on stage on that drunken night was
a little hazy. My calculation was anywhere between 25 and 90. There are
in fact 10 of them. They're all friends from North London. There's
a brass section, a DJ, guitar, bass, keyboards, bass, 2 MC's and a singer.
They play a mix of hip hop, ska, and rock. But that doesn't quite capture
the sheer infectiousness of the band. The energy. Boundless energy.
I moved a bit more for their
first song. My arms started to swing during the second. My feet were
moving by the third. I leapt in the air for the fourth. I was having a
full on party by the end. In between, I'd been grabbed by the lapels by
the singer, ducked out of the way of a enthusiastic trombone player
and been showered with champagne. And the quality of the songs all through
was fantastic. All of them without exception are sing along classics. "Landlords
Daughter", "The beast" "Man on the Street", and their new single
"In a letter" all stand testament to their sense of fun. And just to cap
it all some superb lyrics if you can catch them.
Quite why I struggle to find people to go with me leaves me at a loss.
Just listen to their recorded material. Then imagine seeing them do it
live about two inches from your face. And think how much fun it would be.
It's ten times more fun than that. I certainly am not going to worry about
going to see them on my own again. I'll tell people how good they are.
I'll tell them what they're missing. It's the best I can do. But if I can't
make the case for them, I'll simply go see them again and let them state
their own case on stage. Loud and clear. Right where they belong.
I saw a girl at the bus stop who'd been there. I'd seen her jumping up
and down. I'd seen her laughing, shouting, singing. She was still smiling
waiting for her bus. That says it all really. (Rob Nimmo)
Hear and see it for yourself
Read Rob’s rather good blog
over at http://roblog.robnimmo.com/blog
previously - DAS WANDERLUST / YOU
SLUT! / TRUCKERS OF HUSK / THE
BOBBY McGEE’S / DR
SLAGGLEBERRY / AIRBOURNE
/ SPIT LIKE THIS / MOUSE
/ GRANTURA /
THE BONES /DäLEK / DESTRUCTO
STORMBOTS / GUAPO
OF THE WEEK
– 4 Songs By Navvy (Angular) – Released as a limited edition of 500 on
seven inch white vinyl and use your brain, you’re no robot. Angular ulcers
in your mouth, spiky indie music to break your heart, dysfunctional percussion
and wrong pop things to say. They’re from Sheffield and they won’t go under
because they tread water and you’re a robot. More of that angular new wave
and that tightly wound elastic band sound – tense, edgy, pointy and that
call and response boy/girl vocal style of there’s has a way of grabbing
and demanding (and that’s a strange book). Four tracks that knock on your
door while you eat your dinner off the floor. This is good, values of their
own, colour in your cheeks and send your letters back and the modern world
is full of horror. www.myspace.com/angularrecords
week's single of the week - MAPS / M83
- CATNAP / WHAT
WOULD JESUS DRIVE? / FRIGHTENED RABBIT
/ CAVALERA CONSPIRACY / SILVERY
/ PICTURES / STE
McCABE / THE DEATH SET / KUNK
/ DR SLAGGLEBERRY / HERZOGA
/ THE DROPKICK MURPHYS
of OF THE WEEK
gots nothing to say about no re-issues this week, nothing inspired us enough...
- WIZARDS OF TWIDDLY / DEEP
PURPLE / CANDLEMASS / MORVISCOUS
/ CURRENT 93 / TYPE
O NEGATIVE / N.W.A / STRIBORG
/ THE WEIRDOS / THE
MOB / ARSONISTS GET ALL THE GIRLS / THE
VERVE / KHAYA / GREASY
MEDIA, VIDEO, PRINT AND....
GO OUT #1 – How good is it to have a real proper old school zine drop
through the door, flyers falling out of the envelope (were the stamps soaped?
Didn’t check). There was a time when we couldn’t go to a gig without someone
selling us a zine (or trading one), there was a time when zines like this
would be a daily event – the lifeblood of a real alternative underground
and we need more of them. (Nice to see a George Tabb flyer in the package).
Classic old school cut ‘n paste hand made punk zine – little hard on the
eyes, typo mistakes that are always there however much you check before
you hit the photocopier. The obligatory column section, CD and live reviews,
opinionated rants, personal thought, DIY punk rock goodness. Interviews
with Jim from Pennywise, The Griswalds, North Lincoln, Peng, Sarah Jane
Honeywell... The web is all well and good, great for those instant
links and constant updates, but we still need printed DIY zines and there’s
nothing quite like reading a proper one (like this) on the train home from
a gig is there? Lights Go Out is a classic messy A5 punk zine, nothing
that different, nothing massively radical but so so positively good to
see and yes, a fine and recommended read. Send a well hidden pound and
an A5 SAE to Mr T, 19 Sorrel Close, Newbury, Berks, RG14 2NL. Or go to
and find out more there...
- LESS THAN JAKE / THE
WEDDING PRESENT / PELICAN /
INNOVATIONS / PARALLEL
WORLDS, PARALLEL LIVES TV documentary / NEVER
MIND THE SEX PISTOLS: AN ALTERNATIVE HISTORY – DVD / THE
ZINE DIRECTORY / BATH
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249 - SSM, TALL FIRS, TRIGGER THE BLOODSHED, a.P.A.t.T, THE DEATHSET,
NEX, MY UNCLE THE WOLF, NO USE FOR A NAME, MAHJONGG, SWORN AMONGST, CAVALERA
CONSPIRACY, LESS THAN JAKE, DAS WANDERLUST, YOU SLUT!, TRUCKERS OF HUSK,
THE BOBBY McGEE’S, BOMB FACTORY, MAPS, M83, BATDAN, CHEAP ANTIQUES, INDIGO
MOSS, KILL HANNAH, MY FEDERATION, THE MASS, WEDDING PRESENT, AOS3, WIZARDS
OF TWIDDLY, THE SOUND OF ARROWS...
248 - BURMESE, CADAVER EYES, CATNAP, KONTAKTE, F*CK BUTTONS, NO NO
ZERO, ADRENICIDE, LUNAR DUNES, MINISTRY, BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE, EIGHT
PAGE PULLOUT, HELLO WEMBLEY, NFD, DEEP PURPLE, CARPATHIAN FOREST..
247 - ATLAS, FRIGHTENED RABBIT, WHAT WOULD JESUS DRIVE?, B FOR BANG.,
THE MONO GALAXY, NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS, BLACK CROWES, TANK 86, FOOT
VILLAGE, SINE STAR PROJECT, SAHG, HEADCHARGER, GRENOUER, THE ERUPTORS,
MINUS, THE NOTORIOUS HI-FI KILLERS, ETERNAL DEFORMITY, OCTOBER ALL OVER,
FROM PLAN TO PROGRESS, I CONCUR, THE KISSAWAY TRAIL...
246 - Out in print right now, March 2008 edition
245 - VAN DER GRAAF GENERATOR, YOU SLUT!, LAST HARBOUR, JENNY HUYSTON,
HATE ETERNAL DR SLAGGLEBERRY, AIRBOURNE, CAVALERA CONSPIRACY, CRY PARROT,
244 - SON LUX, TALK, THE HIGH WIRE , SPIT LIKE THIS, DENNIS HOPPER
CHOPPERS , SILVERY, MOUSE, BIRDBATH, FUNERAL CRASHERS, THE HAROLD WARTOOTH,
COSMIC MICROWAVE BACKGROUND, KIDNAPPER BELL, THE DIVINE BAZE ORCHESTRA
, GRAND ARCHIVES, PITCHBLEND, ACHENAR, FAMILY MACHINE, TO-MERA, CITIZEN
KEYNE, OPEN THE SKIES, FAVEZ, HELP GEORGE TABB, DON AIREY, STATE RADIO,
MAGNUM. STIGMA, ANDRE MATOS, LES SAVY FAV, MENOMENA, CANDLEMASS...
243 - SURROUNDED, BALTIC FLEET, PICTURES, LIGHT PUPIL DILATE, RAFTER,
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OF DOUBT, STAGECOACH, ALEC K REDFEARN, CHANGING MODES, JUNKBOY, THE ALPS,
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242 - CHRIS SCHLARB, DANAVA, BAUHAUS, THE DEAL WAS FOR THE DIAMOND,
FIGHTING WITH WIRE, THE DICKIES, TUSK. PELICAN, ORCHARD TRIP, COBWEB, THE
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OF THE WATCHERS, THE DEATH SET. KUNK, THE BLAKES, YOUNG HOLLYWOOD, CURRENT
241 - Out in print right now, FEB 2008 edition
240 - NADA SURF, HARLOTS, THIS IS HELL, DYNAMITE 8, TO THE BONES, HERZOGA,
LOS, DR SLAGGLEBERRY, THE $HIT, MOLLOY, CHALOU SAINT JUDE, FABONACCI, AGES
OF STONES, THE SOUND OF THE CATACOMBS, TYPE O NEGATIVE...
239 - TIME OF ORCHIDS, ATLAS SOUND, PLASTIC TOYS, EVANGELICALS, DRIVE
BY TRUCKERS, ROTTEN SOUND, LOS SALVADORES, THE ATROCITY EXHIBIT, THE HYENAS,
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DROPKICK MURPHYS, INTERVURT....