I am way, way late here. (Note to self: mention where they can hear and/or buy album. Mention how fine the album is.) Somehow I manage to avoid writing about Chris every time the opportunity arises (perhaps out of a misguided inner sense of ethics – he is one of my closest friends and musical […]
The missing link between Robert Wyatt and Disco Inferno, A. R. Kane sounded equally at home in the club as in the bedroom, under the stars and in the studio.
So you’ll have these obscure bands being lauded, and mortals like us trying to figure out just what it was that XXXX found in their music.
I just thought a few of you might be interested.
Robert Pollard’s language is a universe that is both abstract and familiar, a poetry informed by gray skies and basements, used cars and starch.
Truth dies when news stories are reduced to binaries: good, evil, black, white, them, us. Difficult concepts are dumbed down into sound bites. We click ‘like’ and make a cup of tea.
There is no such thing as a casual Cardiacs fan.
I’m sometimes asked if I ever change my mind after a review has been published. Yes, I do. Here’s one example.
You can hear elements of everyone that mattered … Swell Maps, New Age Steppers, This Heat, The Door And The Window, ATV, Twelve Cubic Feet, Robert Wyatt, The Raincoats, Arthur Russell, The Slits …
Again, a case of accidental discovery via iTunes. I’m increasingly of the opinion this is a fine and noble way to discover music, if you can manage it. I’ve spent several fruitless afternoons in Rocking Horse Records, trying to think of an album to buy – discounted Death, cos I’d been promised that: discounted Monks, cos […]