Codeine are another early nineties American post-rock band recently rediscovered, like Bitch Magnet, by young people, ravenous for sacred sources, and caught in the time-collapsing vortex of the internet’s immediate availability of everything. Here’s Codeine’s slender oeuvre in one luxurious package, simple crunchy chords sliding into empty spaces over then radically restrained beats, their glacial…
Stewart Lee, Warwick Arts Centre, May 24. WHAT began as an evening of extremely clever and thoroughly thought-through comedy unfortunately did not continue that way. Stewart Lee will not allow anyone in the audience to ‘not get’ a single joke during the show, as he insists on going back over, ripping apart and piecing back…
On previous Spain albums, smokily spiritual blues guitar drifts across the provocatively expansive spaces between vocalist Josh Haden’s bare bass parts. But The Soul Of Spain sees two uncharacteristically animated numbers, Because Your Love and Miracle Man, chug past in standard moody alt rock mode, and new drummer Matt Mayhall clings to metronomically regular rhythms…
The availability of everything dissolves the presumed linear progression of popular culture. Thirty years ago, pop music scorched away its immediate past, and no legal reissues or illegal weblogs enabled the immediate reformatting of forgotten forms. The Trypes, New Jersey practitioners of the ‘Hoboken Sound’, alongside The Feelies and The Willies, were amongst the first…
Once, John Butcher pitched saxophone improvisations into the unknown acoustics of highland caves and offshore oil tanks. Here he engages with the percussionist Mark Sanders, a human arguably more inspiring, it appears, than a vast empty space. Most popular music takes place en plein soleil. Butcher maintains that Ropelight, the thirty minute live recording that…