The new, 4th album by “Sir of the Vienna Underground”BRUCH, “The Fool“, is out this FRI, 30.10. on LP // CD // digital.
THE FOOL unveils the beauty of Vienna-based Philipp Hanich alias Bruch’s versatile persona that takes us deep down into personal battles and witnesses the soul of a true rock’n’roll maverick. Big range of emotions are blended in rough and minimal synthwave rock that gets under your skin and sets your nerves tingling.
“This is the essence of archaic rock ’n’ roll reverb in synthetic cathedrals. Hypothermic, mannerist super album. // 14 hymns between destructive, dark rock’n’roll and world-hugging pop, nervously flickering new wave and repetitive post punk.” – Radio FM4.
Black 12″ vinyl LP (incl. insert /w lyrics ). 12 tracks. Includes digital pre-order of The Fool. You get 3 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it’s released.
CD version of THE FOOL +++ incl. 2 more tracks (!!!) +++ than the LP version. Comes in shiny gatefold card case + inlay /w lyrics. Includes digital pre-order of The Fool. You get 3 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it’s released.
Digital Album. Pre-order of The Fool. You get 3 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it’s released.
Ian Moss has been an integral part of the Manchester music scene since god was a lad. His latest band is the brilliantly named Fourcandles, and 100 Unhip Albums That We Should Learn To Love is his massively enjoyable tribute to the flotsam and jetsam of music. Interesting – and sometimes odd-records that seem to have passed many people by.
As someone who worked in a second-hand record shop for many years, quite a few of these LPs were familiar from the 50p section – Montrose! – and there are just as many records in this scattershot collection that I’ve never given the time of day to.
But Ian Moss’ enthusiasm is infectious and have led me to dipping more than a toe or two into this proudly unhip selection. 100 Unhip Albums That We Should Learn To Love is a cracking read with more than a few top musical tips.
Bus 262 slithers along hot curved roads. The Eucalyptus trees are fragrant and the blue skies are tainted with white smog on this Tuesday summer morning. Only 7am and the temperature suggests a bathing suit and a long day at the beach.
Inside the bus it’s packed, but at least air-conditioned. The business men and women wear their summer outfits, hardly different from their winter outfits, as they head to their air-conditioned offices. A tired baby howls. Its attentive mother tries to comfort it, worried that something worse than heat distresses her child.
A few people are drinking cold Frappuccinos through straws. The bus smells like sunscreen.
The winding roads are slowly replaced by straight ones and the trees by houses and then buildings, followed finally by grey skyscrapers as the bus nears its destination.
A woman dressed in black sandals, a black skirt and a white flowing sleeveless top stands up to exit the bus at 7th Street, nearly the end of the line.
Her eyes are bright and she walks with confidence and a sway in her hips, a smile on her face.
“Morning Victoria” the receptionist says to her as she enters the building around the corner from the 7th Street bus stop, and she begins her work day.
***************************** 4:30pm: Tuesday
On her way home, Victoria waits at the 7th Street bus stop on the opposite side, ready to do the morning commute in reverse. Her cell phone is buzzing. As she types in response, her smile widens.
She can’t wait to get home.
**************************** 8:25pm: Tuesday
As it turned out, the Siegfried look-alike was called Alexander. After trying to escape him that evening, I have spent the past five months doing just the opposite.
He’s coming over right now. Actually he was supposed to be here at 8pm, so I guess he got hung up. He’ll be here any minute, I’m sure.
I stopped reading romance novels and I stopped singing at the club. I am consumed by the addition of this beautiful human being to my life. Everything has changed since his blue eyes met mine. I am alive, electrified and emotional. Life has direction. I’m still working full-time as a secretary, but I dream about a life in a quaint suburban house, where I care for my blue-eyed children — baking and smiling, picking beautiful flowers for the dining table.
I feel immense love for Alex. We don’t express a lot in words, but I love him deeply. I want to help him, I want to take care of him. I accept everything about him.
He’s mysterious and he disappears, sometimes for weeks on end. I don’t know where he goes nor what he is doing but when he returns, I read something disturbing in his eyes. We don’t talk about it. I don’t need to know what it is because I believe in love and I believe that I can heal his wounds.
When he is with me, his heart grows softer. He still guards something, but I feel him become vulnerable. I have faith that his absences are not to avoid me. I have faith that whatever he does in his absences is not immoral or bad. But I wish he wouldn’t go away at all. Maybe I can convince him.
I have faith. I have love. I am love.
Love is a river.
Written by Liz Davinci and K.A. Laity
The abstract text about love accompanying the album trailer https://youtu.be/8pNTSgTZuH4 was written by K.A. Laity:Love is a river. It’s not what you’ve been told but it’s true: love is a river and if you go looking for its source you won’t find it. If you hike up that very tall mountain and look for the spring it will be there, but it will disappear under ground and that is not it, that is not the source. You’re not meant to go poking at the fountain, the little hollow where it bubbles up. No, follow the stream that flows away from it, trace the trickle until it’s deep enough to cup in your hand. Let it flow over you.
Love is a river. Dip your toe, wade in. Splash in the shallows of the brook. Does it feel too cold? Move downstream. Look for the sun-dappled ripples as the river gains power, flows over falls, rapids even, and find the exhilaration that fills the lapping curves of the stream. The excitement of splashing over rocks submerged—you hardly notice them—the foam and bubbles and wisps as the river cascades down. Gravity plays its part.
Broad rivers contain multitudes. They’re big enough for you. Big love, wide, generous. Love spreads and takes up room. The big river touches many shores, many banks and carries so many boats. Multitasking, always flowing: it has capacity. Love has a current that draws you in, let it do so.
Don’t stand on the shore watching it roll by: dive in! Let the river take you to new shores. Taste new lives, swirl in eddies, float in the sun.
Let it take you.
Let it carry you all the way to the ocean. The sea refuses no river. Sure you might get tangled in the swamps. Splash in the mud. Take your time.
But eventually the ocean welcomes you and then you know how the ocean is love, the ocean fills the globe and the ocean goes so deep that it comes back up as a fountain on that mountain and then it is the river. Love is a river…
Thirty years in the making and it is finally here, and we are so excited to be finally releasing the long-anticipated debut album by The Dupont Circles, a band that has been lost in time, but are now ready to be rediscovered. We have been working on this album for about five years and the recordings span a period of about 30 years. They were formed originally as The Spills in 1988 in Washington D.C. and morphed into The Dupont Circles, with their early recordings dating back to several rare 7” singles on the Cara Records label – “Sarah The Weather Girl” in 1995 and “The 53 Bicycles EP” in 1998 and after that several appearances on compilations, on some pretty cool labels like March Records, Planting Seeds Records, Japan’s Rover Records, and Italy’s Lost In Tyme label, not to mention a contribution to our very own Television Personalities tribute series.
Track Listing: 1) Everywhere Girl 2) Man In The Snuff Shop 3) Joke’s On Zandra 4) Wonder 5) Get Down Off My Back 6) Tick Tock 7) Sputnik 8) My Picasso Girlfriend 9) Locked away 10) Sarah The Weather Girl 11) On The Bus 12) 53 Bicycles 13) Tales Of Flossie Fillet 14) The Trip 15) How I Learned To Love The Bomb
Described by one magazine as “psych-tinged indie pop of the post-TV Personalities variety,” The Dupont Circles merge their love of 60’s UK pop-psych and U.S. garage rock with their fondness for C86 era indiepop jangle to come up with a set of songs that tickle the ear and keep the listener coming back for more. Likened by reviewers to early Creation and Flying Nun recording artists, “Chronic Town era R.E.M.,” and of course the Television Personalities, The Dupont Circles set melodies “last heard of coming from a bakelite transistor somewhere in pre-Profumo era Britain” to a musical pallet “packed with a cabinet full of lysergic trimmings.” The paisley infused songs feature an eclectic cast of characters from the Syd Barrett/Ray Davies school of songwriting, including shopkeepers, circus fleas, pulp fiction detectives, and insomniacs.
An interview with The Dupont Circles in Lost In Tyme magazine referred to “the band’s usual glacial pace”, a phrase that takes on added meaning when you consider how long it has taken to get this album finally released. A common lament of reviews of the two 7”s is that the band’s releases are so infrequent. As one reviewer commented, “What is really sad is that The Dupont Circles are one of the best bands out there right now, but they have only two 7″s and a few compilation tracks. Someone please light a fire under this band and get them working again” (Kissing The Cat). Well we helped do that and we are happy to say that what the band lacks in speed, they certainly make up for it in quality and creativity, as can be heard on this collection of brilliant songs. Sit back and enjoy The Dupont Circles “In Search Of The Family Gredunza”.
“The Dupont Circles – In Search Of The Family Gredunza” is available as a CD (Beauty 039) directly from The Beautiful Music’s secure, PayPal-enabled ordering portal at www.thebeautifulmusic.com and also from select quality distributors.
Founded in 2007 and named after the iconic Orange Juice track, The Fabulous Artisans is a collaboration between Glasgow based Oscar and BAFTA award winning actor, former stand-up comic and singer Neil Crossan and Edinburgh based songwriter, singer, multi-instrumentalist and producer Jeremy Thoms (also of The Cathode Ray and Stereogram label boss). “With a sound fed from Bacharach to Barry, Brel to Bowie, Cave to Collins, Magazine to Morricone and Wilson to Walker, this is timeless music for or from any era…”
Written, arranged and produced by Jeremy Thoms, “Nothing Ventured Nothing Gained”is only the fourth new track The Fabulous Artisans have released since their warmly received debut album “…From Red to Blue” came out on Swedish indie label Bendi Records in 2008. It continues their lineage of mixing up the classic pop sounds of the past with a modern twist, whilst adding their characteristic big lyrical themes of life and death.
Released September 25, 2020
Lead vocals: Neil Crossan Written, produced and arranged by Jeremy Thoms.
Bus 262 slithers curved roads, determinately making its way to the city. The roads are lined with Eucalyptus trees on both sides, birds are chirping. There are blue skies, the sun is just coming up and the temperature calls for a light jacket at 7am on this Friday.
If you would zoom in on the woods, you would see countless dog-walkers and joggers enjoying a morning outing. You would see wild bunnies and maybe even a fox or two.
Inside the bus it’s full but only 3 people have to stand. At this hour mainly business men and women make up the bus’ contents. In their dress-casual clothes, neat make-up and freshly shaven faces, nearly all of them are engulfed in their cellphones. There are a few parents with children and one stroller driven by an exhausted mother.
The bus smells like Dunkin Donuts coffee and hums along further.
The winding roads are slowly replaced by straight ones and the trees by houses and then buildings, followed finally by grey skyscrapers as the bus nears its destination.
A woman dressed in black boots, black pants and a light pink blouse stands up, book still in hand, eyes glued to the book. She manages to put on her jacket whilst reading and only closes the book briefly to get out of the bus at 7th Street, nearly the end of the line.
“Morning, Victoria,” the receptionist says to her as she enters the building around the corner from the 7th Street bus stop, and she begins her work day.
On her way home, Victoria waits at the 7th Street bus stop on the opposite side, ready to do the morning commute in reverse. Her colleague, Lily, has joined her, so she can’t read her book, but Victoria was raised to have proper manners, so she chats with Lily.
Unfortunately the conversation with her colleague goes from bad to worse when Victoria has to sit through the different names of the fish Lily took pictures of whilst scuba diving in Thailand. Her mind begins to drift.
The commute feels longer than usual. Victoria starts to think about her evening.
Finally back home, Victoria grabs her gown and make-up and heads over to the local bar/club, where she’ll eat some dinner before singing a set. They always treat her to a meal when she sings and they even serve vegan, gluten-free, vegetarian, or wheat-free dishes, if you’re into that kind of thing.
I’m sitting in a chair, staring at my reflection in a beaten up old mirror backstage and I look elegant. Not that I shouldn’t – I’ve been getting made up and dressed up for the past hour here.
It’s almost time to sing. I’m not nervous – I kind of wish I was. I miss those days. But I’ve done this gig so many times now. It’s fun – I’m content with it.
“Victoria, you’re almost on!” Stella shouts to me.
I smile at myself in the mirror as I stand up – at my long, black evening gown, hair pulled up, revealing browned, bare shoulders. I heard that tonight’s show would be full.
As I sing my set, some family friends will accompany me (the old guys from down the street). They play fantastic back-up and I get to sing what I want – covers and jazz standards. I’ll start with “I Can’t Get Started” tonight, for irony’s sake. After the show I’ll go home to read. I’m addicted to romance novels, unbeknownst to all.
I am not an isolationist (that’s what I tell myself). I sing once or twice a month here and I talk to people at my office, where I work as a secretary, as well as my family of course. My family silently wonders whether I am a lesbian (or at least it seems like they do), and they can’t understand why I crave solitude. They almost never come watch me sing.
Maybe I am too picky but there is no one that pulls or interests me. But my romance novels…that’s where my heroines and heroes exist. Tonight I’ll pretend I’m singing for Siegfried, the latest hero in one of my books (things got really exciting with him on my bus ride this morning). He’s strong and intriguing and the game will make singing more fun.
“Vicki, now!” Stella says, with slight irritation. “I’m here – sorry,” I say and rush to enter the stage with the other musicians.
In the bright lights it’s hard to see the audience but I can tell that the hall is full to the brim. I wonder who is here tonight. Maybe the city folk coming to see the up-and-coming rock band performing after me? “Twisted Allies” is their name and they grew up in this town, which is why they even do this gig at all.
I get a little nervous. I let the musicians know what song we’ll start with and we go to town. Halfway through “I Can’t Get Started” I see a man in the audience who looks startlingly like Siegfried from my book. I know what he looks like because he’s drawn on the book cover, with his big muscles and piercing blue eyes. Sometimes I like to examine the book covers, studying every detail.
This Siegfried look-alike is at the bar and he is staring at me as I sing. His stare frightens me somehow. I try to ignore it and make a plan to get out of this gig as soon as possible. As intriguing as Siegfried is in my book, the prospect of any real contact with some Siegfried look-alike intimidates me, terrifies me.
Dashing out the back door into the cool night in a baseball cap, small polka-dotted scarf and an unglamourous oversized black jacket, I leave the loud, energetic songs of “Twisted Allies” to rev up the crowd inside. I’m sure the “Siegfried Starer” has no interest in looking for me and I am just running and hiding for no good reason, but I’d like to get home. I’ve got a book to read.
“Excuse me, miss…excuse me!” I hear a voice calling out. Surely that’s not meant for me. “Victoria, wait!”
A cold winter night in the secret city. A collection of short monologues and flash fictions highlighting some of the individuals that call Hainesville “Home”. These are stories about people who live outside the margins that define civility and exist in the moment on the edge of a razorblade.
This is a pulp future-present inspired by neo-noir, retro nostalgia and some cyberpunk aesthetics.
Written, Spoken & Produced (except where mentioned) by Sam HaiNe Directed by Sam HaiNe.
Tracks: 2 &15, produced by The Green Dutch (Jade Palace Guard) Track: 3 produced by DJ QUAZZAR Track: 5 features Theo Copeland reading as Richard Applegate Track: 6 features Logan West as the Salesman Track: 7 & 9 produced by $need the Jade Badger (Jade Palace Guard) Track: 9 written by The Broke MC Track: 14 produced by JK/47 Track 16: Originally produced and mixed live by Mr.Chi-202 & the Jade Badger (Jade Palace Guard)
Shout Out to : AmorKillz, JK/47, The Green Dutch, The Jade Palace Guard, New Retro Wave, Victim1ne/Thor, Vinyl Fatigue, Real Vision Radio, Tha Night of the Goonz, DJ Polarity, Paul D. Brazil, the Taco Cartel, Ghost Decibels, Cutey Calamity, Cult Classic Goods, The Dead End Kids, 21215, Void Vision, Harlem-NYC, Philadelphia, Crazy Eddie NYHC, Rec.Real, Anthony Danza, Broke MC, Demetrius Daniels, J.Hexx Project, King Vision Ultra, Mia Tyler, Logan West, The Foley-Mcnair-Fladness family, Chef Alison Fasano, Terrence and everyone from O.L.L. class of 96′; LyeBway, Chuck Locc, Dunny, Melo, Meter, Black & everyone from 148th street, Sugar Hill, Harlem.
This album is dedicated to the memory of Mark Levin of the High Road Cafe, R.I.P.
The experimental post-punk project, Abrasive Trees have announced the release of a three-track single and video Bound For An Infinite Sea on Wise Queen Records/Shapta today.
The title track, a driven, layered and atmospheric song with spectral, grungy, intricate guitars – sits alongside two more ambient, immersive tracks. The three-track single features haunting vocals, vintage drum-machines, acoustic drums recorded in a Victorian rectory and an array of acclaimed musicians.
“It’s very touching seeing the response to the single and video so far from BBC Introducing, post-punk.com and many other great blogs. The music is quite spectral and dark in places, but the intention behind it is to share feelings of compassion and empowerment when things are tough”
Abrasive Trees is the creative vehicle for Matthew Rochford (RISE/Jo-Beth Young/Council of Giants) and this single features Jo Beth Young (RISE/Talitha Rise), Steven Hill (Evi Vine), Mark Parsons (Eat Lights Become Lights) and Matthew’s brother, Sebastian (Polar Bear/Pulled By Magnets). The single was mixed and mastered by Mark Beazley (Rothko/The Band Of Holy Joy).