A quarter of a century ago, Nick Saloman’s home recordings as The Bevis Frond revivified then forgotten forms, three minute acid-pop nuggets bleeding into twenty minute guitar freak-outs. A Walthamstow Hendrix, wet with drizzle, Saloman brokered a nostalgic negotiation with the psychedelic sounds of his Sixties childhood. The Leaving Of London, his first album since…
In 1976, Chris Bailey’s Brisbane band The Saints became Top Of The Pops’ first punk guests. Bailey’s recent European sojourns have furnished a collaboration with H-Burns, from the moody French post-rock group Dont Look Back, that rehabillitates his tarnished legend. A fresh take on the sound of all those inscrutable early Eighties American revivalists the…
Here’s eight real-time improvisations by Charlotte Hug, bowing, plucking, and scraping the viola, with studiedly inchoate vocal accompaniment. A Romantic whiff surrounds the affair, suggested in part by sleeve shots of the black frock coated musician, poised to perform, against abstract arty scribbles. Like Caspar David Friedrich’s mountaintop wanderer, facing into a sea of fog,…
Seeing Harper live in the Eighties, it seemed astonishing to us that the venerable sixties troubadour still breathed. This Mancunian Methuselah would, of course, have been all of forty-five years old. Now, Harper’s seventieth birthday sees digital re-releases for his twenty-three albums. 1970’s Flat Baroque and Berserk, a marinaded acoustic set, only partially spoiled by…
Richard Buckner wallowed in the wake of Alternative Country’s first wave, arriving in the mid-nineties with looks, licks, and sparsely affecting lyrics that hit home harder than his competitors’. His ninth release, delayed by business wrangles and questions regarding a headless corpse found hear his home, arrives trumpeted by feted followers, Bon Iver and Richmond…
Maria Dada, from Lebanon, and Manchester’s Amy Pennington, open their debut with Daddy’s Bulge, two shouty schoolgirls traversing the bristly ridge of Captain Beefheart’s Sue Egypt with a drum machine in tow. Doomed is bed-sit electro-pop, home-taped by Duracell Gary Numans, and Oh Boy She Moans is a sluggardly Seventies Fall rant. Eighties fixtions surface…