Since the release of his ‘Folk Songs for Train Trees and Honey’ album back in 2000, you might be forgiven for thinking Scott Herren (a.k.a. Prefuse 73, a.k.a. Savath & Savalas) had sailed into a slinky red sunset of his own sumptuous imagination, and retired his meticulous eye for heavenly music in favour of sandals and margaritas. Well truth is, the sandals may still be in use – so too are the margaritas – but if the evidence here is Continue Reading

There’s goofy and there’s goofy and there’s folks who refuse to draw a line between either. Whilst the words ‘oddball’, ‘tangential’ and ‘fruitcake’ sound fun enough when in the hands of true visionaries, in the hands of fools they’re simply an indication of madness. Camper Van Beethoven fell loosely in both camps. Camper Van Beethoven offshoot, Cracker, featuring principle camper, David Lowery, on the otherhand simply fell over and died. And Leftover Salmon? Well what do you think? As the Continue Reading

All hail the ‘king of electronic futurism’. It may be something of an understatement but Si Begg enjoys mixing his styles.  Not content with shredding large chunks of electro-funk and space-rock in his quest for eclectic sovereignity, ‘Buss’ sees his experiments rim the remits of UK Garage. And there’s nothing like a good rimming. With a MC Rap courtesy of Miss MC, some big fat liquid bass and some extraordinarily infectious Bansuri-like riff ‘Buss’ just abouts hits the spot. Like the Directors Continue Reading

Apparently ‘Blue Eyed Soul’ is a catch-all-term to describe white performers playing black music. So consider, if you will, everything from sixties RnB, West Coast Hippy Chic, Miami soul, and northern soul. In fact, think just about everything from Elvis to Justin Timberlake, for that matter. With the release of Elton John’s ‘Are You Ready For Love’ Southern Fried stumbled across something rather remarkable: white artists could produce great soul music when push came to shove. And what’s more, you could Continue Reading

First let’s get something straight. If you’re expecting something in the mould of Space Cowboy, then don’t buy this record. This is not your average lanky, swanky club number, it’s the kind of krauty art-house industrialism you’ve no doubt come to expect from Nova Mute. Insanely and savagely pounding beats as big as lump hammers break open a punk rock vault of sizzling electronica and a dozen or so technologically advanced insect robots are freed into the ear of the Continue Reading

To sleep, perchance to dream. Why do we sleep? What are the biological reasons behind dreams? For Armor For Sleep singer and songwriter, Ben Jorgensen sleep at least offers a respite from the interminable weariness of writing yet another ‘lucid’ anthem. Flying, falling, floating out onto the street, not being able to move, living inside someone else’s VCR, rotting away into nothing, a place where winter is broken, appearing like raindrops – you name it – Ben Jorgensen has wrung Continue Reading

Well if you haven’t or you didn’t click on the Amnesty banner we ran, you deserve to be shot – and to hell with your human rights. There may be those who argue (quite legitimately) that ‘human rights’ privileges only those who have no regard for human rights (murderers, thieves, terrorists, incarcerated former dictators, game show hosts) and that in doing so disqualifies a true and wider definition of freedom (the freedom to enforce a lawful and safe environment so Continue Reading

Soaring and stumbling like a drunken Jeff Buckley, uncompromising but ‘friendly’ New Yorker Hamilton Leithhauser bleeds into the microphone and an emphatically new sound is born. Recorded at Marcata Recording studio in Manhattan, with a sound that is held together with little more than plaster tape and glue, ‘Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone’ is something of a revelation. Press darlings Hot Hot Heat have listed them amongst their own favourite listens of the moment, and Crud is Continue Reading

Spike Jonze is a slightly different prospect to his DVD series colleagues Chris Cunningham and Michel Gondry, though in his own way no less valuable. He doesn’t dig deep into the tune and excavate, he doesn’t manipulate imagery with technology to any fantabulous degree, he doesn’t turn a concept upside down and shake it beyond normality. He’s more likely to just turn the camera upside down if he thinks it’d be, like, cool. His own gift is his angle on situations, the Continue Reading

As perfectly affable as Chris Cunningham probably is down the pub with a bitter and a cigarette on a Sunday afternoon, as far as character scans go, this doesn’t conjure a pretty picture. If he lives as he works you can bet he’s not at the top of many Christmas card lists. He has the freedom of the city of your darkermost thoughts, and he goes there all the time. Although this collection does paint (pixellate?) him out as a broader artist Continue Reading