Cassette of the week | Hangin Freud – Sunken (Daddy Tank)
Girls don’t need to be giddy and blatantly physical to subvert the male cock-rock structure, y’know. Sometimes, you need to play the victim.
Cassette of the week | Sealings
You know what I like? Noise. Slabs of noise. Noise that can smother your brain, melt your ears, and inject pure pleasure straight to your head. Or genitalia. Or BOTH.
Song of the day – 671: King Champion Sounds
I use the word blast. I refer to the bursts of clarion-call brass that punctuate this uplifting, insurgent noise. I refer to the chiding, aware vocals.
Song of the day – 669: Fly Ashtray
Fly Ashtray are a curious bunch of outsiders. They’re always late to the party, and never quite the same.
Song of the day – 664: Edible Arrangements
Think somewhere between Pram and early Broadcast, that cerebral and slightly krautrocky, wide-eyed and naîve psychedelia, free of drug-addled influence and wah-pedals – but also not at all.
