A while ago I heard someone say: “Rotterdam is the Dutch dubstep capital.” And I would have to confirm that.
Imagine if Thee Oh Sees had been crap. Imagine that. Actually what’s the point? Of course they weren’t crap. On the contrary they were astonishing. Where to start?
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Whoa Nelly!
Well, it’s bang, crash, slap, tickle, bounce, bop, crash, bang, wallop, growl all the way!
Lush and bright and full of life
It’s clear that, in personal terms at least, the wheels simply fell off his wagon
There’s a lot of singing along involved at a Tom McRae concert. And humming. And whistling.
It is a very accessible record mind, as I’ve hinted at before there’s nothing really arsty or difficult here, rather the sensibility is that of a weird kind of pop.
Cosmic Dead do a simple thing, and in dong that simple thing, they don’t stop. There are 4 tracks, each clocking in around 15 minutes and believe me you will get sucked into a maelstrom and spat out the other side, like a wet pizza box lying in the gutter.
Anyone (well, let’s be honest) everyone seems to knock out singles these days and sometimes it’s not really clear why. But Johnny 5th Wheel does it the right way.
Tension runs through this record like fire in bush land. And although the LP is, for the most part, a set of quiet tracks, that shouldn’t put you off as the emotional temperature is set high.
It’s a difficult LP to describe really. An absolute whirl of interlocking sounds textures and tempos, you could be mistaken for thinking that the master tape got warped in the sun.
On a scale of eccentricity I give us a 6 or 7. I’ve never really understood the concept of eccentricity myself. It’s a coverall for all kinds of things that could be better described.
Tonight I’m being whisked back to my Northumberland mansion after our annual sell-out gig on Hadrian’s Wall.
Revelation takes many forms, thankfully in the case of our author it provided only enlightenment rather than being commanded by a great voice to write a subsequently misinterpreted religious tome, it’s just a shame it does not always happen in the most salubrious locations.
Hacker has this little strut that plays off Anne’s calm very well. Like a rooster in the yard he inspects all elements in the band, ensuring all is present and correct before turning his beady eye on the audience.
To be berated like this by someone who is both obviously attractive AND strange AND incredibly powerful was too much for many.
As ever with Howl in the Typewriter you never know what you’re going to get. Like calypso tracks of yore, the songs are often about anything. Though there’s an eccentricity that hints towards darker, more brittle mental states throughout his work it’s fun, somehow…
The Rommelmarkt feel that Bottelaars en Beesten has is given weight by the fact that this LP is a compilation of tracks that somehow have fallen by the wayside or have been overlooked for other releases.