They really don’t make them like they used to - or at least, no one but Luke Temple does...
Help Stamp Out Loneliness is one of those rare collections of songs where there is always more to discover.
a messy soundscape that basically throws the kitchen sink at the Noble Edifice of Krautrock and gets away with its minor act of cultural vandalism
Rather like an immense slow-moving river, with hidden currents and eddies, the album plots its patient, primeval course oblivious to the bystanders on the banks.
The music is incredibly evocative of frozen wastes and landscapes where nearly nobody lives in
And for all its trad-rockisms, the album’s got a fair bit of personality and presence about it, a rare commodity in these anaemic, academic times.
This isn’t an academic, or chinstroker’s record by any means: you don’t need a degree to enjoy the lovely melodies floating around
I bet the temptation to fill out pop fun like Hey Watcha Say, Sink in the Dirt or Lady and the Flies with all manner of sonic gadgetry was a big one. I’m really glad that there’s room in these tracks, it’s confident and sassy music.
A fairly thin stew from rich ingredients, I’m afraid.
the angst in the record feels real, and thank fuck, we don’t have any of that “softly, softly look at me with my clever instruments while I play a lullaby” nonsense that seems to have overwhelmed this genre recently.
Sounding like The Boss also seems to be all the rage at the moment.
The passages about Dad are tremendous. Especially the bit about Dad as the gatekeeper and proselytiser of the BSP revolution. His speech could mirror the kind of staccato commands given to the Red Guards in 1917-22.
…I think we like to see the band to be something fun you do with your mates… we are fairly close knit and we like having a laugh.
I just want to sign music that can make me feel something.
young embarrassed Germans told team Incendiary that by wearing tee shirts emblazoned with industrial diggers we were giving visual signals to other Teutons that we were Flash Harrys given to indulging in exciting sexual adventures
The tent was, quite literally, bouncing for Rival Consoles and Incendiary cut some rug in a fashion not seen in quite a while.
2011 Haldern Pop must be acclaimed as evidence of the official “Year of the Beard Amongst the Young”. Gillette Wilkinson must be concerned.
On the face of it hooking up with a jazz musician and composer doesn’t look likely to help recognition-wise, and it truth it probably won’t.
Having been surprised by the popularity of the National when they headlined the Word Tent last year, there’s little more to say on the subject other than that there are Even More People totally enraptured by them.