James Brooks’ Appliance failed to flog clever clogs electronica to Britpop Britain. His new project, Land Observations, drives the cyclical sound Kraftwerk applied to German autobahns, but at a gentler speed, and along Roman Roads. The album begins in Hackney with Before The Kingsland Road, tracing Ermine Street north, pointillist pin-pricks of treble guitar bursting…
Lead guitarist Martin Weaver later fronted Dark, whose 1972 album is one of rock’s most valuable rarities, but initially he flecked Sabbath style proto-metal with the fading strains of psychedelia in Wicked Lady. Weaver’s Northampton pub rockers never entered a studio, and their reputation might appear inflated by cultish obscurity. But the rough and ready…
Bo Ningen, a Tokyo quartet resident in London, resist geographical and musical categorization. Their second album launches at hardcore velocity with Soko, but douses the explosives with swathes of psychedelic guitar; Chitei Ningen Mogura and Daikaisei Part II channel Hawkwind’s space-biker blues; Nichiyou is louse-infested funk-metal; 32 Kaiten is a downtown New York drone shadowing…
Morphic resonance meant The Boys Next Door’s Nick Cave and Crime & The City Solution’s Simon Bonney both hit that same big-mouthed Jim Morrison punk yowl in mid-seventies Melbourne, but it gave Cave a longer career. Here’s the final incarnation of Bonney’s band, decamped to a Berlin in flux, with art house German accomplices, playing…
The sleeve of Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell’s debut reveals the trio in 1972 flares and trainers. A bulbous bird head apes countless album covers by the Seventies Welsh blues rock wranglers Budgie. But the period product within is dispatched with a New York 1976 punk energy and flanged with iridescent late Sixties psychedelic effects. Don’t…
Former farm boy Corb Lund’s cowpoke honky-tonk evidences a Canada dry wit. Bible On The Dash sees him evading border confrontations by faking belief, and Mein Deutsches Motorarad is a rockabilly German bike tribute. But Lund and his tight-chapped bar band, The Hurtin’ Albertans, respect the roots rock rules and, on the bleakly dispassionate Priceless…