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. 

DEMO OF THE WEEK GRASSCUT – This is good as well, sorry people, we’re telling you about far too many good things and sometimes I suspect you don’t believe us. Everyone loves the smell of fresh cut grass don’t they? Gentle glitch and atmospheric hiss and whispered piano and scrapes across wires, delicate notes and sounds forming tunes out there in the either - and haunting found-sound and field art (and all in a simple hand made cover with a lush green G on the front of it). And the ‘borrowed’ sound of the so-called “people’s tenor” from 1927, singing about losing his lover. And an 80 year old woman reminiscing about post war rationing. An amateur astronomer explaining an equinox. A woman on the phone in a call centre in Hull. “Recorded impulsively – and sometimes secretly – on mobile phones or sampled from vinyl or old films” – recording of characters that originally inspired Grasscut. Composed on laptops on trains and tourbuses and then finished in a home studio (in Brighton) and oh so English in the best of ways, delicate electronic collage and flowing tunes and really rather different, soothing, reassuring and beautiful – www.myspace.com/grasscutmusic

Last week's demo of the week - COP ON THE EDGE

Previous demo's of the week - WILD DOGS IN WINTER / THE LAZY DARLINGS / DEBUTANT / ARCS OF RED / LE GALAXIE / PERHAPS CONTRAPTION / BLACKLANDS / THE SANS PAREIL / THE HUNGRY I / DEAD LEAF ECHO / I-DEF-I / DANGER INVITES RESCUE / A CUP OF TEA / NARRATION / HOT DAMN / KOPEK/ 

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ALBUM OF THE WEEK
YOUNG WIDOWS – Old Wounds (Temporary Residence) - Second album from the Louisville three piece, the first one was rather good, this is a few more steps up the serious ladder. Tightly wound up intelligent challenging alternative punk rock aggression and skin slashing re-invention, classic US alt.punk for followers on the more intelligent end of the challenge – The Jesus Lizard, early Nirvana, Fugazi, The Melvins, PJ Harvey, Birthday Party... Tight, taught, tense, intensely demand in the best of ways. Spliced delight and the important thing here is that, yes you do need this album, we may have namedropped some classic bands and it is a lot to live up to, Young Widows do, they have that little something extra of their own in there that makes this vital, Old Wounds is an album that constantly demands you pay attention. A massive sound, constantly evolving musicscape and nothing left to prediction - cavernous production (from Converge man Kurt Ballou), apparently most of this is recorded live at gigs, soundchecks, rehearsals or hours of live playing around at Kurt’s place in Boston rather than the ‘formality’ of the studio – the production is perfect. The whole album flows, never once do they allow you to settle in to a comfort zone, never once do they let you know where that one big everything is going. They do have a constant fingerprint though, this is one body of work, don’t go thinking we’re jumping all over the spectrum. Old Wounds is an urgent album, an instant album, a dirty album, a reverb-drenched cacophony and some extra depth that’s waiting to be climbed in to once you’ve finished scratching the rewarding surface. Old Wounds is a euphorically dirty spot-on proper rock record. This is how it should be. www.temporaryresidence.com or www.myspace.com/youngwidows
 

ALBUM OF THE WEEK 2 AMANDA PALMER – Who Killed Amanda Palmer (Roadrunner) - Oh good morning, I do so like this very Bostonian Amanda Palmer solo album, she of the wonderful Dresden Dolls, it so so so so makes me think of... maybe not, maybe just wishful thinking? But it does add to the enjoyment. I must tell you that the sun is out now, rain storm this morning, it seems to have been raining for days, weeks, I haven’t slept in years and I got so so wet down by the river last weekend, I really was soaked to the skin and dripping wet and now the sun is finally out for a few hours at least and "I'm not the girl you think I am" sings Amanda (did I get the capitalization with a z wrong again there?). Oh, the sun is going in again and I must get on and do things but first I must somehow explain how enjoyably perfect this Amanda Palmer solo album is and there are dimensions to take and I must explain it wasn’t actually me who knocked the red paint water over - my fault for having it on the floor though, and she is so determined to keep on the move. Oh, the sun is fighting back. Must write this review and I saw a documentary about transplant surgery last night that had lots of Boston in it, your city looks far more beautiful than mine, is the grass always greener? I do so love Amanda’s world, and her voice, and her stories and even when the test results aren’t the good news ones they wanted – it isn’t that this solo album is that different to a Dresden Dolls album, and really how could it ever be? These are treasures, they always are, Dolls or solo. Like Tim Smith trying to make pop songs for Oceanland World and however he tried to his frustration they always came out sounding like “the same old shit I always come out with” while to everyone else’s ears they came out extra special again, just like these magical stories of everyday little things that Amanda is telling. Letters and life and visits to the hospital and the best laid plans and like you I know exactly where I was when I first heard an Amanda Palmer song, and that piano that seems so frantic and yet so soothing. Oh the heavy rain is back, lights on in the middle of a summers day and the melancholy of Another Year. Amanda Palmer has a solo album and it really is every bit as good as the never failing wonder of her Dresden Dolls and yes, it is as unique as you’d expect it to be and so I really should not stand here and tell you all about it, it really is for you to unwrap the delights yourself and all I shall say is that it is everything you would rightly expect, an extra special thing and I met a Hells Angel in a bar who swore blind if I said anything bad then he knew someone who would crush my skull with a lead pipe. I could talk of Ben Folds and Kate Bush and Jan Svankmajor and Sea Nymphs and of a higher vibrational plane and things to find fascinating, and songs for piano and voice that could only be you - grand, exciting, brilliant and steps taken just right. The sun is out again – www.myspace.com/whokilledamandapalmer

ALSO CHECK OUT EHNAHRE - The Man Closing Up' (Sound Devastation) - Out there in the borderlands between contemporary composition and avant-progressive-doom metal, the debut album from Boston (US) five-piece Ehnahre is bleak, harshly beautiful and very deep.  There are ex-members of Kayo Dot involved, and though the sound is different - though there are quiet passages this is very much from a doom and metal background - there's common ground in the long, slowly evolving pace of each track.  And if you know Kayo Dot well, a particular, distinctive riffage and guitar feel in a couple of passages, and a particular scratchy insect sound in the background of another: enjoyable details reminiscent of ones in Kayo Dot's Choirs Of The Eye.  But there's as much in common with SunnO))) and Meshuggah, and Ligeti. Rather a lot of cookie monster vocals, though, which work most of the time but seem at odds with the beauty and maturity of everything else that's going on here - the guest vocals on Part II (from one Jonah Jenkins) are a pleasing contrast.  Five tracks, each richly detailed, veering from ferocious to vividly atmospheric.  To say this is a cut above other doom experimentalist is an understatement: nothing feels thrown together or jammed out, every pause and every gather before the big chord is meaningful.  In the slower, doomier Part IV, the guitar work is so, so sensitive, strung out delicately in space, pinned out by sparse, restrained drums, sometimes timpani, the noises of scuttling peripateria creeping around the edge of hearing... releasing into crafted double-kick fury, sinking down into tense watchfullness...       The Man Closing Up feels like a continuous train of thought, with its intriguing snatches of text - and yes,  it is a concept album, based on the writings of Donald Justice.  It hangs together in a satisfying whole, evolving through its own kind of unique tension, with orchestral instruments and classical female vocals in the final part suggesting the album Celtic Frost should have made after To Mega Therion? - but didn't. It reveals more in each listen, going places others hardly dream of.  - www.sounddevastation.co.uk or www.myspace.com/ehnahremetal

THE FRENCH QUARTER – We’re Not French (self release) – They’re Scottish really and they say this fine seven track is just an EP, sounds and feels like a full and rather fine debut album to these ears, good looking rather satisfying artwork as well (by Jason Brockert). The Scottish quartet set out by lulling the listener in to thinking they’re another one of those sensual quiet fragile beautiful instrumental post rock bands with a restrained and delightfully soothing opening track called Blue Light. Lyrics come in to play by the second track It’s The though, an almost spoken refrain of It’s The French Quarter that adds body to their sparkling tingling hopeful quietly euphoric sound. The French Quarter are a wonderfully hopeful uplifting band and by track three Shed Away they’re almost in to positively quiet REM realms in a Mogwai manner... and on they go with their pleasantly understated blend of inviting post rock textures and atmospheric lines and small explosions in the sky. Melancholic and sad in a perversely happy reflective gently unassuming life-affirming kind of way. These seven tracks are really rather wonderful - kind of simple, fragile and delicate and somehow rather strong. A quietly impressive seven track debut album that’s well worth your time – www.thefrenchquarter.co.uk - and check out the art of Jason Brockert at www.jasonbrockert.com.  x

POPE JOAN – Hot Water, Lines and Rickety Machines (OIB) – Why is that old phone never enough for you? Why do you need the next band? How many hand outs have you had? A land of diversity? Pope Joan are from Brighton and there’s no need to pass them over our heads and check their genitalia, nothing hidden here. Scratchy wired post-pop angular bite and poke and lurch and frantic sprints and innovative hecticness. Yes, they do effortlessly bridge the gap between art-noise and glistening pop melody and yes they do have an acerbic with and a lo-fi immediacy. Raw yet smooth, awkward yet fluid, spiky and good for you. Can we say Wrong Pop again without Herzoga shouting at us? Good band, fine album, things to say... www.myspace.com/popejoan

THE VERVE – Forth (Parlophone) - The Verve are a band to be admired, to be celebrated, they could have so easily have come back with a healthy set of Bitter Sweat Symphonies and just sat back to enjoy the adulation, The Verve by numbers would have done for most, The Verve by numbers would have been the safe option, why take any risks at this point? That’s not The Verve way though and you would never expect it to be. There’s all the Ashcroft/McCabe subtext, the documented substance exhaustion and yes this is only the forth album of a twenty year lifespan. There’s no need for introductions or dark corridors, and that subtext is kept well under the surface, there’s a bigger picture here and Forth is a fine Verve album. There’s no massive new direction here, no grandiose departure or anything, they’ve just subtly challenged and at the same time made a smoothly satisfying album that is very much a Verve album.  You’ve got those faux American vocals, the Mick Jagger/Primal Scream/Bunnymen feel, they still have those Northern Roses moves - oh look, The Verve have made a great forth album, it probably won’t win over anyone who wasn’t with them anyway, but if you were with them then don’t be thinking you’ve already got their best work and you don’t need this – you do. www.theverve.tv

BUFFALO KILLERS – Let it Ride (Alive) - Swampy American blues rock with a mellow psychedelic alt.country/hard rock edge and a breezy feel-good Blue Cheer, Amboy Dukes, Canned Heat vibe. Deeply routed in 60’s US blues and psychedelic country rock, authentically so – www.buffalokillers.com or www.alivenergy.com

DRAGONFORCE – Ultra Beatdown (Roadrunner) - Is it me or can you sing the words to Eye Of The Tiger along to the second track? And did the first track sound like Europe? All those over-the-top fly for the last time before the fire burns your wings lyrics again, bombastic cheese and histrionic cram-everything-in-on-the-wings-of-the-night symphonic Euro metal. Actually I can sing the words to Eye of The Tiger (or The Final Countdown) along to most of the tracks - when the tears aren’t falling in on dreams and we’re not lost in eternity only to rise again to march on to redemption beyond the dragons of time that is. All preposterous nonsense of course, a little more bearable this time around though, actually rather enjoyable in short bursts when you head is in battling winged Vikings from beyond the lost winter mode. Haven’t managed to get through the whole album with out hitting the Enough Already button yet, there’s only so much widdle diddle look at me poodle guitar one can take before we march together to the end of silence and slay it with the shatter dreams of the glorious off switch.  www.dragonforce.com

MISERATION – Your Demons, Your Angels (Lifeforce) - They’ve been cookie monster metal yelping over in the corner of the room for who knows how long know, seems like days, probably in reality something like thirty minutes and while they’re doing nothing wrong and they are doing it as well as all the others, just what the hell is the point?  They’ve got the regulation growling gurning galloping pounding bits, they have the occasional dark moody slightly symphonically gothic bit before he starts yelling about cookies and putrid infection and the plight of butterflies and the reality of their inherent evilness or something like that - comes out as a garbled drain-emptying growl so I can't be totally sure if he’s singing about the evilness of butterflies. Oh look, I like a bit of extreme deathly black metal with my morning coffee, there really is little point in 97.3% of these bands using up the planet’s resources though is there – all that conformity and conservative must look and sound like all the thousands of others stuff, extreme metal is so often so disappointingly conservative. Same predictable artwork, logo that you can’t read, same histrionic yelping about butterflies, angels and demons and Miseration are good as any of the 97.3% of them, they’re probably one of the better ones – harmless inoffensive and as extreme metal goes the Swedish quartet make quite a pleasantly violent noise, they’re doing no harm burbling away over there in the corner... if you want to know more then head over to their My Space, This is decent enough, well played, well recorded conforming extreme metal with no kind of x factor fingerprint or any sign of any kind of musical/lyrical character and thus, we really don’t need it -  www.myspace.com/miseration

THE MONO EFFECT – Giants (lockjaw) - Two years ago this very week we said this of a Mono Effect demo: “Now if you like your radio friendly indie rock then the Mono Effect are really really good at it. They have a few twists and turns of their own, they’re loaded with hooks and they do the Foo Fighters/Feeder thing impressively well. Intelligent, good songs, good everything and if this is your thing they check them out, they’re well worth it – it really isn’t my thing, but then neither are those Foo Feeder types. The Mono Effect are rather good at their chosen thing, four strong songs that would not be out of place all over daytime XFM or evening time Radio One”. And that’s pretty much is how it goes for this album as well - they do their harmony driven power pop/rock thing well enough, Foo Fighters type bands never did a thing for me, and I’m hearing nothing here that excite my ears, if you think you might then here's the link  - www.themonoeffect.com
 

Last week's album of the week - LUSTMORD / SLIPKNOT Previous album's of the week - HEY COLOSSUS / ROSE KEMP / VESSELS / ELEPHANT 9 / DOSH / KAYO DOT / SAY BOK GWAI / THE KINGSIZE FIVE / SCORCH TRIO / THE REAL McKENZIES / VILE IMBECILES / THE LAST PEOPLE ON EARTH /CAPILLARY ACTION / THE PSYKE PROJECT / PEDRO / LAYMAR x

ALBUM REVIEW ARCHIVES

– Now this looked good, one day free festival in the middle of London on a Saturday afternoon/evening, we couldn’t resist – the sun is out, off on a bus via a tube to the wilds of South London then. Apparently we can expect a couple of stages and loads of colourful bands. We arrive to find Camberwell Green looking more like a village fate fun fair, and all in the middle of the city. Families are out, the sun is out, the place is alive, smiles on faces, candy-floss, a coconut shy here, a dodgem car there. There’s an undercurent though, there’s mohawked punks and tattooed goths out in the bright light, there’s South London crusties wondering around - there a bit of an old-school free-festi smell in the air. There’s no escaping the fact that parts of the people’s republic of South London are still in the early 1990’s and waiting for the Ozrics to miraculously appear or for the Brew Crew to storm the stage and clear it for some ranting anarchic poet or something (the riot police are of that mind as well, they’re quietly parked up in a side street hoping it will kick off, we’re not far from the legend of Pullens). 

         There’s a whole troupe of politically campaigning performing garden peas running around, something to do with artist Bobby Baker (see end of review)... Ah, the music is down at this end. There’s an orange and black stripe big top and with the big side opened up and bands on a large stage in there, the crowd is sitting outside on the grass looking in, there’s a half formed rather youthful grungy punk band on stage. THE CHOIR WITH NO NAME have already been on and opened things up, a homeless people’s choir pulled together from all over London, they were good so we’re told, great version of Gnarls Barkley’s Crazy apparently. ASTRAL SLAP take their turn and play some typically messy festi-space rock, we go off to explore the art installations, info stalls and in doing so manage to miss THE LUKE BARLOW BAND (did they play?). We get back in time for one of the main reasons we’re here, NOUGHT...

So it's a lovely summer's day on Camberwell Greeen; blue sky, warm gentle breeze.  Families are strolling, people are smiling, children are brandishing candy-floss. Laid back people are settling down in front of the stage, a big, stripy open-fronted tent affair, kicking back with beer and fried things. It's a happy scene. And onstage - NOUGHT. Yes, four young men are acrobatically pile-driving intensely complex, angular and tense math rock at considerable volume. It is relentless, teethgrindingly anxious heaviness, magnificently played (drums, guitar, bass, keys. No vocals).  Nought's melodies are there but they're kind of sinister, studded with crafted dischordancies. They start off intense, then wind themselves up into a further level of intensity, then pile on the pressure. They are not easy listening. 
             It says a lot about the people of Camberwell, and the vibe of this festival, that they do not flee.  They sit listen rather appreciatively, some nodding their heads. A few of the more rock-savvy kids have their mouths open. Nought were possibly the first true math rock band in the UK, coming up with their unique wall-of-riffage all on their own way before their time. Main man guitarist James Sedwards was into Shudder To Think at least, but now you can compare them to Orthrelm, the Champs and Lightning Bolt. Most if not all of what they played was from an unreleased second album.  The whole situation - a world-class hard-boiled avant rock band bending the ears of punks, young Polish couples, dogs, big rastaheads, West Indian mums and the passengers of the stuck in the traffic No 12 bendy bus... and getting massive cheers after each track - is a scene to treasure. 

            That’s got things going, Nought are quickly followed by some serious old school dub reggae DJ action and the sudden appearance of loads of dancing smiling dreads while the next band set up, off to explore the Red Star stage, over in the pub of the same name – a brilliant venue and some seriously good avant/other rock and poetry performance going on, feels rather Klinker Club shaped in here. A constant stream of bands and performers and not that easy to work out who is who as running ordered and stage times fall apart. The door security are worth a mention, “just a token effort maaaan, if we don’t look like we’re doing it then someone will get someone heavy in to do the job and no one wants that do they, who knows what they’ll find in people’s bags”  – JAZZMAN JOHN and VIVIANNE SOAN do their thing with strange poetry meets saxophone angles, ONE TRUE DOG perform some rather impressively way out there laptop driven cut-up percussive beats, jazzy no-wave bass and rather compelling semi spoken word wired up buzz and noise and living without skin, further investigation very much needed, compelling indeed. 
ARNOLD LANE has no strange hobbies that we know of, he is an exceptional drummer with a well-earned reputation on the avant/punk/jazz/performance circuit, he looks like he’s going to do a set on his own, though PORTIA WINTERS has thoughtfully phoned ahead to say she is in a taxi in a traffic jam and will be on stage any moment. We’re all sitting in big comfortable chairs and on the tables or the floor, hard to work out the stage-costumed performers from the colourful audience... 

             Back to the outdoor sunshine and big top and GERTUDE have doubled the crowd and got everybody dancing. This is Gertrude at their flowing best, when it falls in to place the four girls really are a good live experience. Their slightly tongue-in-cheek version of Pretty Vacant goes down a storm and from that point they’re on easy street with their post punk flow and their positive riot-grrrl flavoured ball of smiling energy.  A mutant mix of electric cello, guitars, feisty bounce and energetic punk-poppy-skanking drive that’s part Gong, part Slits, part Raincoats and part mischievous slant all of their own. Strangers are dancing with each other, people are wildly cheering and jumping and on days like this Gertude’s DIY punk and their energy is just right. Bonkersfest is proving to be great fun.... and off we go to explore some more... free festivals in he middle of cities are good things... 

www.myspace.com/onetruedog
www.myspace.com/gertruderock
www.myspace.com/arnoldlanemusic
www.myspace.com/nought
www.bonkersfest.co.uk
 

Her company is called Daily Life Ltd and is based at Artsadmin, East London. The aims of this limited company are ambitious: they are to produce artworks that explore the value in this world of ambiguity, altruism, awareness, arithmetic, agony, accessibility, attention to detail, arduous application…oh and, of course, art – in a (dis)arming, amusing and occasionally alliterative way."

And her website is an artistically inspiring entertaining thought provoking joy to explore - www.bobbybakersdailylife.com
 

"Music is your own experience, your own thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn..." - Charlie "YardBird" Parker

        A greasy dog, a cup of splosh and we're off to watch Dumpy in action, and bleedin’ hell has this guy 'lived it'! Everybody reading this must surely have come across Dumpy sometime over the past quarter of a century in one or all of his blues/rock‘n roll guises. The legendary Dumpy's Rusty Nuts, Dumpy's Spacenuts or in tonight’s case Dumpy's Bluezz Intoxicated ~ comprising Dumpy ~ Guitar/vocals/effects, Pete Surgey (Witchfynde) ~ Bass/vocals and Gary Lee ~ Drums. Nope, no bustin' a gut to get to Box Hill or your Hot Lover in double quick time tonight ~ nah, this is 'Blues/Rock' roots Dump style ~ and Dumpy with his Triumph embossed blues hat on is a sight and sound to behold. Lashings of dirt under the fingernails, cranked up, border blasting progressive blues accompanied by a healthy dosage of 60's bluesy standards 'a la Dump' by the likes of Clapton and John Mayall gloriously thrown into the bubbling intoxicating mix. Pure "give it too 'em raw" class.
      Ahhh...time for me first pint of barn juice.
Strange brew of punters here tonight, which always goes to making the barnstorming potion more interesting. A healthy sprinkling of bikers old ‘n new, a few VERY old friends (including 'Trebor' the rasta bike mechanic still whacked out from Reading '87), some wie-eyed students types in Maiden Tee-shirts and even more perplexed and curious village locals. But who cares and who's counting eh ? ~ as long as they've all got a smile on their face and ale froth in their beards. Not too sure if there's a set list here either. Bluezz Intoxicated are so bloody confident in their rock hard ability they're living up to their name perfectly, and I ain't seeing too many people straining to get to the bar either, especially now they're launching into a slice of Hendrix.
           Screw all of these twiddly widdly w***spanners trying to be the new Yngwie Van Vai-spangledick ~ around these parts they're about as genuine as Derby County's promotion prospects. Dumpy Dunnell on the other hand IS the Gibson fuelled real deal. Solo's from a lifetime on the road and knowing/playing with practically everybody who matters on the Rock n Blues circuit. Ahhh yes, Dumpy's the man alright. I s’pose that's why I can hear Stevie Ray Vaughan there in these cracking solo's of his, and Rory Gallagher...and yeah of course, layers of early 'Tres Homres' 'Tejas' Billy Gibbons too. Bloody masterful.. forget his often humourous self modesty ~ Dumpy's up there with the best...and he knows it. If he wasn't here in this rural Derbyshire outpost he wouldn't look or sound out of place in the Rio Grande or La grange.
A terrific and more than eye opening 'other side' to Dumpy are Bluezz Intoxicated and seeing the Witchfynder Pete Surgey in a sweaty, front room kind of setting was also well worth the entrance fee, can't tell you when this unmissable act'll be playing again, but if they ever tumbleweed themselves in your direction be sure to cancel all other engagements, you ain't gonna be sorry. Ahh....but what's that me hearties? Is it a bird?, is it a plane?...or is it the opening refrain to an earblistering rendition to the gargantuan 'Silver Machine' ????. Christ alive ~ IT IS!!! Trebor the rasta biker's dancing like a lunatic, the villagers are plaiting their beards and all that banging outside is the bar staff attempting to nail The Chequers roof on. HA!!! too late suckers!!!
                     In two words ~ F****** Dumptastic.
            Be sure to get yourself drunk on Bluezz Intoxicated whenever and wherever Dumpy's pulling the pumps. By order of the management and Charlie 'Yardbird' Parker.
 (Rip 'Velcro Fly' Cruncher) - www.dumpysrustynuts.net
 

LIVE REVIEW ARCHIVES

Last week's single of the week - PETALS ON A WET BLACK BOUGH

Previously - LITTLE JACKIE / MARY EPWORTH AND THE JUBILEE BAND / ART IN EXILE / MOGWAI / Z's / ONE DAY AS A LION / SON VER & ELEPHANT LEAF / FIGHT LIKE APES / THE BRUTE CHORUS / PORT O’BRIEN / VESSELS / VILE IMBECILES / GIANT PAW / DARK CAPTAIN LIGHT CAPTAIN

SINGLE REVIEW ARCHIVES

PREVIOUSLY - THE REVELLIONS / LIZ PHAIR / OASIS / THE CLOUD ROOM / HERZOGA / THE MELVINS / SHEARWATER / THE REAL McKENZIES / VAN DER GRAAF GENERATOR / SIGOR ROS / VASECTOMY EGGS NAILER / FAT WRECK, ME FIRST... / THE DANDY WARHOLS  / SKIN GRAFT RECORDS / WIRE / BUTTHOLE SURFERS  / CARDIACS / STUMP, KEV HOPPER / PUSSYCAT TRASH

Previously: KILLING JOKE / THE SAVAGE RESURRECTION / BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB / DOOM / LIFE OF AGONY / DEAD HEAD / DAVID BOWIE / STUPIDS / AMEBIX / BLONDIE / THOR / STUMP / KOENJIHYAKKEI / SEBADOH / THE FLYING LUTTENBACHERS  / SUN EATS HOURS / LEGION OF PARASITES / ALABAMA 3 / AHLEUCHATISTAS / WIZARDS OF TWIDDLY / DEEP PURPLE

PREVIOUSLY - AARON KRATEN / HURRA TORPEDO / BOOK: THE STOOGES – A JOURNEY / JUNK SALES:SLAVES OF NEW YORK / BITTER PIE / SF ZINE FAIR / GIANT PAW – ART CARD SERIES / L. GABRIELLE PENABAZ @ FIERCE / ZINE: LIGHTS GO OUT #1 / LESS THAN JAKE / THE WEDDING PRESENT / PELICAN

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ORGAN 271 - LUSTMORD, SLIPKNOT, LOVELY LITTLE GIRLS, AARON KRATEN, FIGHT LIKE APES, TOY GUN COWBOY, IMMERSION COMPOSITION SOCIETY, PICTURES PAINT WORDS, LITTLE JACKIE, RUBY THROAT, TO THE BONES, THE MIRIMAR DISASTER, AGRYPNIE, CITY 13, LORDS OF BASTARD, THE DONKEYS, GOLDBLADE, BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE PRESENTS: BRENDAN CANNING, BLAND BLADEN, EUREKA MACHINES, BRIAN WILSON, PETALS ON A WET BLACK BOUGH, NARRATION, KISSING KALINA, THE REVELLIONS, KILLING JOKE... 

ORGAN 270 - HEY COLOSSUS, ROSE KEMP, MOTORHEAD, COP ON THE EDGE, GNOMES OF ZURICH, LITTLE JACKIE, JOY OF SEX, GNAW THEIR TONGUES, GEOFF SOULE, UNDERGROUND RAILROAD, JAGUAR LOVE, HELLFIRE, CRUISER, THE CHAIR, GORGOROTH, SONNY, REGURGITATOR, LAGWAGON, MILLENNIA, UNBUNNY, TZUN TZU, SUPENIK, ZEBRAHEAD, MOURNING RISE, SINISTER, THE BIKINI BEACH BAND, ZAG AND THE COLOURED BEADS, WHIMWISE, SUSAN GEORGE BOOTH, SERGEANT BUZFUZ, POPE JOAN, FOUR DEAD IN OHIO, THE VIEW FROM BELOW, THE INCONSOLABLES, THE SAVAGE RESURRECTION, LIZ PHAIR, BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB... 

ORGAN 269 - VESSELS, DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS, ELEPHANT 9, ART IN EXILE, WILD DOGS IN WINTER, DISSENTIENT REVOLT, TONAL OAK, THE STRIPPER PROJECT, GUTZ, 31KNOTS, INDIAN JEWELRY, KASAI ALLSTARS, NEW MECANICA, LONELY GHOSTS, AGNOSTIC MOUNTAIN GOSPEL CHOIR, RYE, RYE, LAST HARBOUR, THOSE WHO BRING THE TORTURE, RE-RENAISSANCE OF THE CELTIC HARP, BEN MARWOOD, VALKYR, EGEBAMYASI, THE CLOUD ROOM, HURRA TORPEDO, FIGHT LIKE APES...

ORGAN 268 - DOSH, VILE IMBECILES, QUEEN ADREENA, Z's, MOGWAI, DDD, ISOR, PURE REASON REVOLUTION, BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE, HEAVY HEAVY LOW LOW, SOUTH, SILVERY, THE LAZY DARLINGS, THRACIA, LATE OF THE PIER, FANTASY BAR, BLACK FLAME, THE VERVE, HERZOGA, THE STOOGES, FIGHT LIKE APES...

ORGAN 267 - KAYO DOT, SHEARWATER, OXBOW, HARVEY MILK, ONE DAY AS A LION, KONG, DEBUTANT, IDIOT SAVANT, THE JET BOYS, NADJA, THOMAS FUNCTION, SEBASTIAN BACH, ORGHIA, SANCTORUM, GROUND MOWER, DISARM, RON FRANKLIN, BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, SABATRON, KAROSHI BROS, THE VIVIANS, THE HAIR, UNDERGROUND RAILROAD, THE EMERGENCY, DOOM. BIFFY CLYRO... 

ORGAN 266 - FIGHT LIKE APES, WE ARE SCIENTISTS, SAY BOK GWAI, THE KINGSIZE FIVE, THE BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE, SON VER & ELEPHANT LEAF, DAVID CRONENBERG’S WIFE, TRIPWIRES, DRAGONFORCE, LIFE OF AGONY, SCUL HAZZARDS, SOULFLY, RON ATHEY, ARCS OF RED. EPIPHANY, SHADE EMPIRE, YETI RAIN, SCHIZO FUN ADDICT, FAITH, SOFIA, LAVONDYSS, ROSE HILL DRIVE...

ORGAN 265 - LE GALAXIE, FIGHT LIKE APES, SCORCH TRIO, SUSAN GEORGE BOOTH, THE REAL McKENZIES, THE MARCHES, 28 DEGREES TAURUS, GHOSTED, PHANTOM FLOAT, ME FIRST AND THE GIMME GIMMIES, Marie Vesco, Bonkersfest.. 

ORGAN 264 - VILE IMBECILES, THE LAST PEOPLE ON EARTH, BODIES OF WATER, ALGHAZANTH, TEASING LULU, THIS IS RADIO FREEDOM, BLAZE BAYLEY, EMPYROS, PLASTIC HEROES, THE BRUTE CHORUS, PORT O’BRIEN, VAN DER GRAAF GENERATOR, DEAD HEAD, junk stalls, bath bombs... 

ORGAN 263 - FIGHT LIKE APES, LE GALAXIE, CAPILLARY ACTION, PEDRO, THE PSYKE PROJECT, SERPENTONE, MOTORPSYCHO, SLIM CESSNA’S AUTO CLUB, ALLA, HARVEY MILK, ZENITHAL, L.A. GUNS, VESSELS, LESS THAN JAKE, DAVID BOWIE, STUPIDS, NOCTILUCENT CLOUDS, THE 1990'S, HONKEYFINGER, SOUNDSHOK, TV SMITH, RICHARD LLOYD, THE DODOS, JAPANCAKES, SOULFLY, GLORIA CYCLES, VASECTOMY EGGS NAILER, SIGOR ROS...

ORGAN 262 - LAYMAR, WIRE. THE ROTTED, COLDPLAY, VERJNUARMU, THE COKE DARES, STONE GODS, URN, VILE IMBECILES, ROYAL TREATMENT PLANT, JESSE MALIN, AMEBIX, BLONDIE, PERHAPS CONTRAPTION, DOUBLE HANDSOME DRAGONS, KANEDA, WAVES UNDER WATER, SOSUMI, IRVINE WELSH PRESENTS THE BOOK SLAM, BITTER PIE and the SF ZINE FAIR

ORGAN 261 - MARIE VESCO, RESONANCE FM IS TEN, BLACKLANDS, STRAY DOG CAFE, HIGHTOWN CROWS, WE THE FACELESS, HEAR O ISRAEL – A PRAYER CEREMONY IN JAZZ, GRAND MAGUS, Q WITHOUT U, FREE KITTEN, MAMBO MANTIS, RUSSIAN CIRCLES, GUNSLINGER, BLACK LIGHT BURNS, CALABRESE, SIX REASONS TO KILL, GIANT PAW, DARK CAPTAIN LIGHT CAPTAIN, THOR, CROCUS, HADDONFIELD, ME FIRST AND THE GIMME GIMMES, FAT WRECK.....

ORGAN 260 - RUDE MECHANICALS, OPETH, BLACK DIAMOND HEAVIES, THE SANS PAREIL, RABBIT SEASON, LITHURGY, TASHA FIGHTS TIGERS, RING, MOSS, ZERO HOUR, TREES, MOCKINGBIRD, AKPHAEZYA, THE MORE I SEE, HISTORY OF GUNS, AMBERIAN DAWN, NUESTROS DERECHOS, ZAG AND THE COLOURED BEADS,  WIZARDS OF TWIDDLY, STUMP, THE DANDY WARHOLS, THE HYENAS, AIRBOURNE, NO 2 PAY 2 PLAY....