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Not one for naming albums then, Richard Warren. His first appearance under the Echoboy moniker (a solid, satisfying and adequately representative tag if ever we’ve seen one), ‘Volume One’, was followed a while after by ‘Volume Two’. Which was consistent, if nothing else. And now, with no respect for configuration or form, he plumps for ‘Giraffe’ like a listless foreigner on a Learn English By Post course with the wrong photocopied worksheet. Which is random, if nothing else. But it Continue Reading

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When people usually announce an album as being ‘like Pet Sounds and Brian Wilson’ they usually only mean one of two things: a) it’s taken an imponderably long time to create or b) it’s played by already semi-skilled musicians not playing their primary instrument and having less than a measure of success with it. If the truth were known they seldom mean it’s an album of such soaring melodic genius that you could hang a pair of trousers on it Continue Reading

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There is no doubt, right from the very first sprinkled distortions of ‘Lyric’, who’s responsible. Alright, maybe there’s just a little, it could easily be ‘mistakenly’ attributed to a particular US alt.rock phenomenon that just about made it from one end of the 90s to the other. But this really is, unmistakably, only the work of one Billy Corgan. Of course without him the Smashing Pumpkins would never have become that phenomenon anyway, one that may well have faded but Continue Reading

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Think all French music is like Serge Gainsbourg, Air or Daft Punk? Well it is, quite frankly; if what you infer by these choice icons of gallic downtempo and disco-chic is nothing short of the bloody marvellous. Whilst there’s no suggesting the Paris based Source label is the only arrondissement de music pour Francais – there is a very definite bias towards it. Rivalled only by ‘Luaka Bop’ for the curiously (though choonfully) avant-garde, Source can on this evidence alone Continue Reading

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It may come as no surprise to learn that the soundtrack to a film that is said to throw the rule-book out of the window, is actually scored by a man renowned for doing much the same thing with records. Speaking of his own idiosyncratic take on famous songs during his stage shows, the mercurial Jon Brion relents: “it’s like spraying musical Raid on the classics, until each dying song flips on its back and wiggles its little musical legs Continue Reading

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It’s early 1986 in the ski town of Mammoth and a major snowstorm has hit. Not very interesting in itself, nothing very remarkable. Add to this a half-dozen or so members of a frankly dubious but well intentioned alternative college rock band and a four-track recorder and the story gets kind of interesting. Add to this a camper van low on gasoline and a deserted cabin house and some imbalanced individuals and you have the makings of a modern myth. Continue Reading

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If you’re sitting comfortably then he’ll no doubt begin. Though if you’re not, and we understand your reservations, fact is you’re likely to be soon. The sun-starved wastes Nick Cave has generally roamed as master for many many years, currently with his Bad Seeds and formally with his Birthday Party, may evoke more despair than ease, but as with any compendium of tales the true test is always in the telling. The beholder’s eye can always be lulled. He is Continue Reading

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It has been way too long. And they say you only recognise the true value of something when it’s gone, but that’s not quite true. You can only miss something once you’ve realised it’s gone. And sometimes to realise you need to be reminded. Like receiving a postcard or seeing a painting or a video of a place full of memories – but memories consigned by the years to the archives of your mind – is like opening a door Continue Reading

Live

Mull Historical Society Bush Hall, London, January 2003

A Scottish Clearlake? Surely he means a ‘loch’? James Berry laments the passing of the separatist approach for Mull. There is a fucking chandelier in our line of sight! Actually there are six of them hanging over the whole of this plush interior. There is carpet! White plaster moulds of babies in the buff, clinging for dear life to shields around the upper perimeter of the room! Individually lit sunken wall spots for portrait paintings (!), replaced in this instance Continue Reading

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It’s often those that need no introduction that require it the most. Why? Because it’s tragically endemic that the brightest and the best are overlooked in favour of the fickle and often featureless faces of fashion. We live in an era were the original and the true plays second billing to the illegitimate hyper model: Bjorn Again, The Bootleg Beatles, The Clone Roses, Oasis.. For those of us unfamiliar, Manuel Galbán is something of a guitar legend. As guitarist for Continue Reading