Wednesday, 9 June 2010






Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Asbestos Lead Asbestos

I'm reading the nausea and everything i listen to on the radio makes me sick. I'm sitting in my room looking outside onto Peckham road, a scuzzy grey cloud is telling me he's sticking around for a while so my bags are almost packed and a move to Berlin is imminent, 2 weeks in Deutschland on my own. 2 disposable cameras, 1 notebook, Tape player, box of earl gray tea, passport, pocket half full of gold, a small synthesizer, three changes of clothes and a tape or two.

Here is what i hear when i look out of my window..

The 012 - Asbestos Lead Asbestos


Tuesday, 1 June 2010

Raping Rat Records part 1

Anytime i have change in my pocket and i'm in Camberwell, Rat Records is where i'll always end up. When i first started buying punk, before i knew about minus zeroes and Intoxica in Nothing hill i used to go in every Saturday, early as i could to haul through the singles. Sometimes i'd leave empty handed but a lot of the time i'd come away with a plastic bag full of the best grotty, slimey looking groups i'd never heard of slap bang on multi coloured tatty sleeves, rarely were they shit or more than a fiver! I hadn't had one of those little hauls for a while so i decided to get my fingers dusty.


I'm now at home smug as anything, 20 pall malls and 3 fucking singles! Tenner it cost, to the old tarts reading this i bet you can remember picking these up for 15p, hoorah to the past, unfortunately to any young man with coppers in his pocket and a thirst for those little black plastics, Oxfam now have the record price guide and every record shop has Popsike hence making it nearly impossible to 'bag a bargain' unless you really really trapse hard or buy a job lot of stuff, which i sadly had no time to do when in Camberwell this morning.

Johnny Moped - Incendiary device


One of the most dog eared, nasty little singles i've got. The lyrics say it all

Walkin down the road with my Incediary device
Lookin for a lady, blow er up with gelignite
stick it in er lug-oles watch it blow er 'ead apart
stick it in er lug-oles stick it in er other parts.

Metail Urbain - Paris Marquis

When i joined S.C.U.M all i would do live was slam down the nastiest sounds, i was never in time, nor listenable, i was sure i was turned down in every gig. Making a racket was all i wanted to do, if you listen to any Metal Urbain you can hear them cane their synthesizers in small doses, i would leave the keyboard on bypass and go from there.

Funnily enough it was in Paris i realised that i needed to learn the parts to the songs because we were playing on a big stage with a massive P.A and it sounded dispicable. Anyway dig this.. I couldn't find the flip to this single on the internet so a live performance is what you've got.. This cost me 3 quid in the bargain singles!! What the fuck is it doing in Camberwell!?

Fad Gadget - Back To Nature / The Box


Was over the moon to find this this morning, i love everything about this single, both sides are fucking excellent!

I call this post, raping rat records part 1 because i haven't really looked through my other stuff and hopefully there'll be more little finds to report in the future! Enjoy!

Monday, 31 May 2010

Sunday, 30 May 2010

My New House #5


Okay, I must say i'm over the moon to leave the last place. The radio transmitters were long fizzled out, there were wholes in the floor so i couldn't play marbles plus i had no means of getting back to shore so i had to eat fucking barnacles. An opening came up fortunately from a friend who worked at general motors in 1964. I decided to move straight in. Pretty romantic little space this..



I got to the place and this fucking bandit was parked nicely above the house.


Pain in the arse to drive but this expat human synthesizer is on the stereo..


I'm not interested in telling you about the life and times of this man but more about the song in particular. The song is called The World Is One. I heard it when i was on my own trapsing around a few record shops, it's a fucking strange song but i think as someone who reads this blog, you might see the absolute genius in it. Finders Keepers have just reissued a collection of Sam Spence's mooged out fuckery and this song in particular tore my fucking head off. I have a real thing for choral vocals and this pushes all the right buttons, not something you can play at parties or anywhere where more than yourself are hanging out but I mean I can't say much about this record that you won't feel yourself when you hear it. Do yourself a favour and listen to it in headphones or big fucking speakers you won't regret it.

P.s - it's really worth checking out this guy and his music out, quite the story. Enjoy!

Friday, 21 May 2010

School's finally finished


I've finally left school. I'm never going back, all my friends left today. Everyone i grew up with is going there seperate ways, i'll probably never see half of them again, they'll never be in the groups i remember them to be in, everyone has grown up since i last saw them. I must say it was one of my favorite days of all time. I feel really weird at the moment, that was the last thing in London that stayed the same, those people being there.. People going to prison, university, people changing is something i'm finding hard to get. Going to miss them all i think.

(except the cunts that stole my rollups).

The Tops - I found you

This song is all i could play when i got home, it has in no way got any relevance to school or anyone in it but it has this strange sort of connection. The stride of the song is like a feeling of moving forward, "and then i found you". It feels like your embarking on a journey when he sings those lines. This song wherever it's played you can't help but feel happy. It has a quality to it that creates instant nostalgia, quite hard to explain but this song represents for me really good times. It might not for you but i can't think of anything better to accompany this post.

When I was played this for the first time at a friends house, i can remember being speechless throughout the whole song. This song really needs no introduction, for me it's the song that stands aside from everything else. The end of it has probably my favorite part in any song ever, the female vocals cut me into pieces. This song is also a dedication to everyone on Amhurst road past and present.

Wednesday, 19 May 2010

My New House #4


I've been extremely reluctant to leave my last house, which i'm sure none of you can remember but Ennio Morricone provided the soundtrack and the view was fucking excellent. Unfortunately every good thing has to come to an end. So, i have packed my bags and left for Maunsell Towers Sea Forts. Buildings built to protect the Thames estuary from enemy air craft in the second world war, i've brought plenty of bedding and a two man dingy so there is indeed fun to be had. Of the 4 structures, I've chosen to take up residence in the radio control tower, which you can apparently still transmit from. So i'll try and get a podcast going or something in the next week for you all.



Choosing the music to accompany this was quite tough, it took me some time to think of what kind of sound would suit the forts brutal, steel structure. I thought something Electronic, Heavy, brooding, industrial or something "Cold Wave" yar. but then realised how bone shakingly obvious that connection was. I've chosen to use a song by a guy called Eden Ahbez instead who according to wikipedia


'Lived a bucolic life from the 1940s, who traveled in sandals and wore shoulder-length hair and beard, and white robes. He camped out below the first L in the Hollywood Sign above Los Angeles, studied Oriental mysticism, and claimed to live on three dollars a week, sleeping outdoors with his family, and eating vegetables, fruits, and nuts'. Genius. Do a bit of research on him, he's quite an interesting character and i think this song has every feeling of desolation that these buildings project with there facade surviving 67 bitter British winters. This song sounds how the picture looks i think.

Tuesday, 18 May 2010

Walking to Wigan

Jaibi - What Good Am I

I apologise for the ridiculous amount of writing i've done recently so i'll keep this one pretty bog standard. Right here is a straight up down town hot cake of a record. Perfect in every way. The guys who fix windows turned up yesterday now i can have my window open and play everyone my music! Perfect track to start with. Southend boxing day favorite!

Thursday, 13 May 2010

Each Of Our Senses Screaming With Deelight

Groep 1850, a dutch band started in 1964 in Den Haag with a fairly / sadly common story, first single released on a tiny label, picked up as a prospect by Phillips dropped as next to no copies sold, Dutch Discofoon picked them up and released a slightly less outrageous LP which again did nothing to dent the pop scene so Groep 1850 faded into obscurity staying active into the seventies and releasing an album and a few singles to them then fading away completely. yadda yadda yadda, draw my breath.

At every stage of their ten year reign, for me they are one of the most exciting, strange, freakish, creative outfits that i know of. Creating a sound so fucking diverse that 'Trippy' and 'Acid Drenched' as accurate a description those terms are, just don't cut it, it's so much more than that.


Groep 1850 is bordering on brilliant insanity. Agemos trip to mother earth is full of the best studio work which barely just manages to remain human. I mean some of their songs "I Put My Hands On Your Shoulders" notably have the ability to drag you screaming into the abyss. The ability to make you lose yourself in your mind and find yourself alive in theirs - a raging river built of strong currents of wild amplified sound throwing you down further and further swallowing you up and regurgitating you out again a different human being. Even if you're on a 171 on your way to work at 9 o clock on a Monday morning and have never touched acid in your life you can still feel the absolute brain frying power of their records. In a simpler more easy to digest sentence some of it is how i imagine being possessed would feel.


For me, the first time i heard Group 1850 it was on a brilliant series of tapes i was given by a friend entitled 'shapes and sounds vol 1-3'. I had no idea what was what on any of it as their was no track listings pictures or anything but I remember sitting on a ferry to Calais on a way to a gig, listening to one side of this tape over and over again just for this one song. It's movement from a nice psychedelic mover into extreme darkness had me completely confused, i'd never heard anything like it. Surreal music, that was more like a play than a record. Every sound in it's whirling atmosphere felt like it was adding to the make up of this set i'd painted in my head. It sounds strange but until you hear it you may or may not know what i mean. But for me it's all about the first two minutes of pure pop hit. This is the song "I Put My Hands On Your Shoulders".

I'd recommend downloading the entire album although it is often tough to listen to, not so much in the way of it being intense but it being outrageous, in pretty much every aspect. Here is another of my favorites off of the same LP, not exactly as freakish as the last but more towards the '68 psychedelic end of things.

Steel Sings


And finally here is a track off of the third album i'm really into at the moment..


I'm only really touching the surface with these three tracks, so i'd seriously reccomend checking the band out properly. Their singles are fucking excellent and all albums are worth buying.

Check them Out live in '75

Wednesday, 12 May 2010

Moebius Ist Ein Gott!


For 2 and a half years i have played a Moog Rogue. I don't think i can look at it in the same way anymore. Since my 18th birthday i've been listening routinely to Moebius-Plank-Neuimeier's Zero set, now, to me electronics sound different, a present that changed everything. I was always aware of the capacity synthesizers had, the range in sound and dimension you could achieve but never really appreciated the true fucking value of synthesis. Moebius gave me that ear and capability to manipulate a synthesizer into any fucking shape. Nothing is impossible now. Before the sound of a car was reachable, jet engines - piss, bass - tick, pretty sounding things - sorted, hmmmm where to now? i've mastered this machine i thought. Bollocks. I needed zero set, to kick me up the arse, i'd been blown away to the point of no return i needed to hear the rest to keep me from going insane so i picked up a copy of Beerbohm and Moebius' 'strange music' and Moebius' own 'Tonspuren' and they all seemed to get better and better, i have played the Moog differently ever since. A sound just isn't complete any more, there is always one more thing i can do to it, taking it to the extremes, until you've moved so far away from your original patch that, in essence was actually quite good to the point that it now sounds nothing like it ever was supposed to. Getting Picasso on it. The more fucking wild the better, take it to within an inch of breaking point, total all out fucking chaos. If i'm going to make a beautiful sound do i just play the notes? do i play it with this on and then this off with this on it with a significant helping of this? Sounds now take on quite familiar shapes, for example writing a line that sounds like it's made of glass, or maybe an underwater bass line, String stabs? a farting envelope generator perhaps?


Moebius' records are for the unsaved, the criminals who make synthesizers sound twee and shit or who don't take them to their total capabilities. There are infinite ways to play a synthesizer and the feeling you get when you listen to Moebius is that every sound he has created has been executed with great care, care in the sense of it's placement, conviction and heart when playing it - is it a sound that can lead you gently into a dream? or is it one that is projecting a hard concrete image? Either way he's nailed it. His bass sounds have so much definition and when a guitar is used it's a different instrument entirely thanks to Conny Plank of course but that's another tribute for another day. He layers a song that will never rapidly descent into madness or will never dramatically change from what he has begun with, it's all about what is already there and how sonically things, electronics in particular can sprout from their existing branches. You receive a new respect for repetition and how repetition can maintain to keep you interested if not glued to what you're listening to. Some people feel it's too intense, which is fair enough everyone has their limits, but fuck me play your machine with the desecration and clout it deserves to be played with. Enough jabberwocking - here are a selection of tracks i think represent what i've said best.. Enjoy!!

Zero Set

Moebius~Plank~Neumeier - Speed Display

Moebius~Plank~Neumeier - Load

Strange Music

Moebius And Beerbohm - Subito

Moebius And Beerbohm - YingYang

Absolutely ferocious sounds on this, such a kick back record. Download the whole album you won't be disappointed, the song with whatever it is trumpet or sax is so fucking boss, 883's the one, it sounds like at any point it's going to dive straight into Morriconne's Exorcist theme!


Moebius - B36

The reason i chose to write this post stemmed mainly from this song, there is such dramatic depth and so much consequence in every sound on this song, strangely enough it really reminds me of different trains by Steve Reich, in it's urgency and use of that roaring siren sound. It has a really bad vibe about it, it sounds evil, you get a real gut wrenching sense of foreboding (for want of a less trivial term). Fucking cool but with all of the above thrown in. It's certainly got a story behind it as it sounds so destructive and is so different in it's style from the rest of the album. It's almost a black cloud that looms over the album which compliments everything that comes before and after it perfectly.

Moebius - Transport

Moebius - Rattenweisel

Fuck this Lp is such a joy to listen to. If you're more into the Cluster side of things you'll dig this album down to the ground. Those were my favorite for the moment but i would definitely recommend buying or downloading the albums and listening to them as pieces because i'm sure they'd make a lot more sense and have a more complete sound. Fucking hell Moebius you god.

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Back from Berlin

I've just got back home from one of the best weekends i've ever had. We flew out to Berlin saturday morning and got back monday morning. Danced all night Saturday at the club and peddalled around Berlin for hours on the Sunday, met some great people and saw the city in full. We also were asked to play Heaven by a friend of ours which turned out to be one of my favourite gigs we've ever played and here is a song that can try and show you how good this weekend actually was..

Not much is known about these guys other than they are comprised of the core members of Can - Schmidt, Karoli, Leibzeit and Czukay and this single was recorded for a strange political satire film called Agilok & Blubbo on vogue records, this is all second hand information but i think it's all pretty reliable. The boring shit aside there is something so endearing about this single, the other side is so obviously the origins of Can and the other for me is one of those songs. I find it hard to describe but when you hear something like this you feel completely isolated from the world, just sitting in my room bit of a gloomy day watching the camberwell traffic move two and throw, this record is every bit of happiness for me, it's insane, beautiful and so full of life, the transition between a beautiful young frau's hypnotic vocal and the 2 seconds of frantic sound make this song just that little bit better than everything ever (for now). My favourite music has that transition between chaos and beauty, something my old man and i always used to talk about, it's the tension and character given to a song when it isn't always rosie, you discover there are dark sides to this blooming meadow which has grown in front of your eyes, there is more than what meets the eye. Even though this song presents 2 seconds of what i would call chaos for perhaps need of a better word it only suggests not tells, it suggests the darker side which makes listening to it that much more interesting. Songs like Le Diable by Shusha and The Machine is Bored With Love have that same unbelievable transition and contrast, good and evil. How a chord change can suggest millions of different things. I don't know whether i want to go outside or sit inside and play this on repeat because this record gives you that feeling, the feeling to want to go out and discover everything you haven't yet, find people to share this music with personally, play it to everyone who's interested. This may all sound cheesy as stilton and you probably have no interest in how this record makes me feel but i think it's important i put this on this blog because it sums up for me like every post i put up times and experiences i have that i value and Berlin was abso-fucking-lutely one of them. Enjoy!

Wednesday, 21 April 2010

Intricate Blend

Intricate Blend - Insane


As sad as it may sound for the last couple of nights i've been cutting my computer music collection in half as shuffle manages 9 times out of 10 to play me some absolute wallop i've uploaded. I mean some of the songs that come up don't even have the right to be considered music let alone be put on a compilation. Although, something good has come out of it, have a listen to this record..

Friday, 2 April 2010

Jaanejaan dhundhta phir raha


From the film Jawani Diwani R.D Burman and Kishore Kumar play Jaanejaan dhundhta phir raha which is for me one of the most beautiful things I've heard in a very long time. I've had yet another of those moments, sitting back head in hands at what was blaring out of the speakers. To some, Bollywood soundtrack music strikes no chord and i think jars a lot of people but to others, it's one of the most exciting, passionate, creative forms of music that has ever existed. Whether you're into Bollywood sounds or not i would seriously recommend giving this record a chance. It has a charm that i haven't heard matched, sure there is some beautiful stuff some brilliant experimental funked out psychy stuff but for me, this record has everything i ever want on any record. Almost Billy Strange strings with the trademark rolling Burman beat, the vocals leave me breathless, the arrangement is fucking beautiful, it's a complete song, you forget bits exist until they come in again sounding better than you remembered them. When he returns to the original vocal line, it hits you so hard. Big wow. Perhaps this song doesn't do much for you but for me it is everything i've ever wanted.. Enjoy...

And here is the brilliant video, couldn't publish this post without having the video!By the way i WILL be ripping off that delayed flute.

Friday, 26 March 2010

Neil Krug And Joni Harbeck's PULP


I originally stumbled across these images whilst i was looking for a picture for the post beneath this one for Tamikrest. I wanted a completely unrelated photo to the band that sort of reflected how i heard them in an image. So as i was a bit drained and feeling lazy i wrote (of all things) 'Desert Psychedelia' into google images and this is what turned up. Absolutely stunning! Like stills from a Jadorowsky film or something. Shot with old polaroid film the photographers Neil Krug And Joni Harbeck are releasing a high end coffee table art book entitled 'PULP art book and prints'.

These images are so beautiful, if the prints weren't so expensive i'd buy the ones i've posted. To accompany these images i've decided to have some serious far out psychedelia from Pure Jade Green, a record i'm about to have pressed up onto acetate. Have a listen and see if you can see my logic for choosing it. Fucking incredible record! Ride on, into the sun.









I'm getting them all!

Thursday, 25 March 2010

The Psychedelic Sounds Of Mali


Tamikrest, from Northern Mali are being dubbed as ‘the spiritual sons of Tinariwen’. They are maybe a bit inspired by Tinariwen but in my opinion, shit all over them. I do usually hate it when bands with so much behind them are explained and twinned with other bands through marriages and one night stands or bands romping together creating bastard sons. I suppose it is a good way of describing someones music because of it's simple 'to the point' and easy to grasp style but i don't think it gives the band you're describing any where near enough credit, especially when they write songs like this.

The first and only Tamikrest track i've heard 'Adagh' brings to light colors, shapes and feelings you rarely see or experience on most modern records. The entire sound of the record is so rich and layered that it's like the music (i imagine) you'd hear in your dreams after swallowing your last drop of Iowaska. But shit, these guys are 18 and 19 years old! This is what the desert must do to you. Far out psychedelic sorcery of the purest kind, their backwards guitar drones and vocals have a real mysticism. It is the sound i've been chasing since i was given Damon's Song of A gypsy LP when i was 15 for my birthday. It has this Spiritual, loner, dark, hypnotic, almost occult tripped out psychedelic sound. But like most music i love, i haven't the foggiest on whether it's even close to any of the above because i have no idea what Tamikrest are actually saying, which always reminds me of a brilliant bit in the 'Shawshank Redemption' when he says:

"i had no idea to this day what those two italian ladies were singing about, truth is, i don't want to know, some things are better left unsaid. I like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words and makes your heart ache because of it".

it's exactly how i feel about listening to Serge, Morricone with Vocals, Francoise and thousands of other weird and wonderful foreign records that give you that feeling. 'Adagh' has that i think.

And one final thing before i actually let you listen to the record. Toureg musicians are the coolest looking mother fuckers on the entire face of the earth!