Friday 6 February 2015
Thursday 5 February 2015
Gareth Sager: Symphonies For The Devil
Never mind … “This Land Is Your Land” by Woody Guthrie, Dylan’s “With God On Our Side,” Marley’s “Exodus,” the Sex Pistols’ “Anarchy In The UK” and ”Forces Of Oppression” by The Pop Group …
Long before these chants against evil oppressors were penned, deep in the bosom of the good folk of Europe and further afield, there were rallying calls to arms. Rallying calls or the basic blues moan of the servant against the master …
National anthems have become the stock soundtrack to events judged to be of national importance, a sort of aural wallpaper that is so familiar to us now that we’re in danger of overlooking what they really are.
And the point is this: National anthems are folk songs pure and simple, and not only that, folk songs that are bellowed out millions of lungs all over the world, with gusto, passion and an earnest commitment that most folk singers could only dream about.
Like all good folk culture, the national anthem is adaptable and co-opted to a multitude of ends: an out-of-tune sing a long before a football match or a call to revolution for the French with the “La Marseillaise.” In the 1970s and ’80s, “Amhran na bhFiann” became a test of subversion and loyalty for the Irish—anyone not standing when it was sung in the inevitable lock-in in London’s Irish pubs risked prompt defenestration...
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Steve Kilbey on Grant McLennan
last nite i received some terrible news about a dear friend
as i havent confirmed it yet for myself
im hoping against hope that it isnt true
that theres been a mistake...
i first met grant mc in a bookstore in new york
he and amanda b and bobby f. were playing a gobetweens gig there
so on a freezing cold december n.y.c. night replete with snow
i stumble into the blah blah bookshoppe
a real old style nyc bookshop, my little pigs
not a boreders or barnsey and knowable
i stand around for a while
i dont really know a lot about the gobees
they gotta lotta mora critical acklaim than us
and i'd kinda tuned em out
i'd filed em under too soft in the backa my mind
anyway they come on
(well...on, i mean they came out in the middle of the floor
on a tiny little stage)
there were about 60 people there
they were stupendous
the harmonies spot on
the acc guitars inventive
amandas fiddle incredible
they played a few songs
grinned sheepishly
and finished
the crowd loved em
and were stunned to see something like that
playin in a bookshop somewhere
later i met em
robert was kinda statesmanlike and seemed aristocratic
looking down at me with an imperious smile
amanda was nice
grant was different
he was vulnerable, thoughtful but he loved a laugh too
we talked of this n that
he went out of his way to make me feel at ease
and we both realised we could be friends easily
the next nite i saw em slay new york accousticall again
just the 3 of em
if you were there in the knitting factory, ny
dec 1988
like me
youd still be thinking about it
emotions i didnt really think rock could do
or could do without being soppy and maudlin
roberts distance and irony
his jokes at yours n his expense
grants open childlike strange songs
unashamedly australian
a sensitive new age bloke with unexpected darksides
a sweet melancholy voice
a gentle lovely guitar style
(but with rock)
they killed nyc
i was smitten
i got all the albums immediately
couldnt believe i'd been avoiding em so long
i liked both the songwriters
(they didnae write together)
they coexisted well within the one band
(like the you know whos)
about 2 years later in 1990
i gotta call from grant
after we met atta party one night
he hadda plan for forming an aust supergroop
featuring him, me, neil f, and paul k,
we never got the others really
tho we had lunch with paul ....
so grant n i formed a pared down soopergroop
jack f
(ha)
so i go over grants place for our first writing seshh
boy o boy he operates a lot differently to me
1st of all hes got all his songs
written out in one big exercise book
that he musta had since high school
he never really let me look at it
but i guess you woulda found cattlen cane
or bye bye pride
or anything in there
i thought that was quaint
he was a strumm em out type writer
not like me..
constructing stuff in my 8 track home studio
anyway
he then proceeded to play 10 new songs to me live
each one preceded by a preamble
explaining whatta "beautiful" song it was, steven
(always called me steven,never steve)
he finished with a song about jesus called
"the man that died in rapture"
he sang this most lamenting melancholy achingly lovely song
all with his trademark off in the distance look
his eyes slightly unaligned that made him seem unfathomable
his soft voice filling up the sunroom of his bondi junction flat
so please dont forget...the man who died in rapture
i was moved and surprised
i felt like i'd seen a man bare his soul
grant finished
good lord grant that was amazing..are you a christian..
no he says
i wrote that for a competition..
eventually that day
i was allowed to pick up my 12 string
and we immediately on 1st chord
wrote didnt know where i was
off jack f.
grant seemed to have a way of opening up his mouth
and singing instant choruses
hed plucked outta the ether
words flew to him
he walk with melodies at his beck n call
we wrote a few more that day
then we started having days where we would write
20 or 30 songs inna day
all of em great
they were all on cassettes
where are they?
who knows
we werent that careful with em
we couldnt believe we could keep on writing and writing and writing
i never wrote songs like this before
me n another bloke strumming along
i rented a house in surry hills
and me n grant would just walk around strummin and writin all day
laughing because it was so easy, baybee
we did the first jack f in a studio in balmain
that was bit by bit being repossessed
cos they hadnt paid the bills
we'd be halfway thru a song
and someone would be carting the limiters away
we didnt care
we were high on our creativity and our record
it was interesting to see grant working my way
constructing songs..
if ya listen to the record
you can hear the constructed ones and the 2 guitar strum ones
grant loved a drink and a smoke
and by the end of each night he was on fine form
never drunk or boorish
but always merry and mischievous
tho sometimes hed sink into a distant melancholia
where he couldnt be reached
hed split up with miss a.b. by this stage
and a lotta those songs carry a genuine ache
that is tangible
grant n i wrote and played the whole thing together
a real 50 50 deal if ever there was one
i brought my recording techniques and song strategies
he brought his melodies and lightness
the record is a masterpiece
it did pretty good
arista even released it
and we did a short tour of the states
just acc guitars n little places
grant taught me so much about everything
he was a great guy to be on tour with
i think the audiences liked it
at the same time grant was working on watershed
which i heartily recommend
for sad lonesome songs
as well as his colloquial stuff
years later we did the second jack f
this was recorded as a band with timmy p. playing drums
a totally different record
much had changed in the between years
my little problem was now a huge gorilla
pushing me around all over the place
i wassa innercity drug hermit
grant was never as bad as me
tho he was plagued with his own daemons too
the record captures the roiling boiling turmoil
of those days
i can hardly bear to listen to it myself
its agony is apparent
but it bleeds for you
and its a great falling apart record
a la sister/lovers...
tho it wasnt a pleasant experience..
we did a little tour of aust when it came out
that would be best forgotten
grant and i sometimes popped up
at each others shows
but our connexion was gone
and we drifted apart
in 1998 i saw em play in stockholm, grant n robert
just the 2 of em
the swedes were in love with em
they were better n funnier than ever
we hung out a little
grant never seemed to eat anything!
but always the constant coffee, wine and stuyvesant ciggies
after that
years of silence
a couple of years ago
ian haug from powderfinger gave me grants number n said
you should ring him....why not?
i did
and we met up here in bondi
when he was down doing something for the new gobees record
oceans apart
he played me 2 tracks
i played him block
oh steven, its a little too....autobiographical isnt it? he winced n grinned
we went down the pavillion where i had a veggie burger n chips
grant had coffee and cigs
we talked about the gobees, a.b., jack f, all the cool dudes
and all the fucking idiots we had met in our travels
at the end of lunch grant came and picked up my kids and met nk
he caught a taxi off to his next interview
and i felt well pleased
maybe there could be 3rd jack f record after all...
one of australias most beautiful singers and writers
an amazing human being
a poet, bohemian, adventurer
raconteur and nice guy too
grant, i hope it was just a rumour...
steven
...Eleven years later, he was recording for a new project named Jack Frost with his friend Grant McLennan, a fellow Australian pop star best known for his work with Brisbane act the Go-Betweens. One night, while out at a bar and feeling an empty sense of unhappiness at the life he’d earned, despite his success, Kilbey was taken aback by McLennan’s proposal: “Let’s get some heroin.”
“It came right out of the blue,” Kilbey recalls in February 2013. ‘It was the last thing on my mind. I went, ‘Oh, here’s $100, get me some too.’ No one had ever offered it to me up until then. All the other drugs you might get offered, but no one ever says, ‘Hey, want some heroin?’ It’s not like that. If you’ve got a stash, you don’t offer it. You don’t really go around turning other people on. It’s not the sort of thing you advertise.’”
Wednesday 4 February 2015
For Fox Sake!
Sherwood & Pinch - Late Night Endless (Albumstream)
It's an intergenerational meeting of minds, a fusing of two stories, a collision of the (pun intended) tectonic plates of international soundsystem culture. The currents that link post-punk, jungle, dubstep, almighty reggae, techno, Jamaica, Ramsgate and Bristol all come together in a single small DJ booth in London then explode outwards again through truck-sized speakers, through long weeks of studio experimentation, through days and nights without sleep in Tokyo, and are finally condensed on a record that reverberates with the apocalyptic echoes of all that came before and the rumbling threat of a dark future.
The connection was already there. Adrian Sherwood built up a vast catalogue of music through the 1980s as producer to the vast and sprawling dub-industrial-electro collective that was On-U Sound, taking in Dub Syndicate, Tackhead, New Age Steppers and many many more – and as a young boy, Rob Ellis grew up on it. “My older brother had loads of On-U albums,” he says, “and taped them all for me. Listening to all that was definitely my introduction to dub – we didn't have a lot of reggae around where I grew up in Newport [South Wales] – and it meant that when I heard jungle, drum'n'bass, trip hop and stuff later on, it made complete sense to me.”
So when Rob crossed the Severn Bridge and moved to Bristol in his late teens, he was all primed to dive into the scene there. The Subloaded and Dubloaded clubs he co-founded embodied the nascent dubstep scene's raw bodily impact – in his own phrase “If your chest ain't rattlin'... it ain't happenin'” – but as Pinch he became revered as one of the deepest producers in the game, as well as one of the most exploratory, being one of the first to record vocalists (on his Underwater Dancehall album) and one of the earliest dubstep stalwarts to expand outwards into techno and other sounds to keep his work and his Tectonic label fresh as dubstep itself went mainstream.
They met when Rob invited Adrian to play at a Tectonic takeover at Fabric in London. Adrian recalls “I remember thinking quite clearly how impressed I was with him. After I'd done my bit, where I did my best to do a powerful set, he followed that with something very very slow, very moody and very appropriate, completely changed the mood. I stood and watched for 40 minutes, really into it, this was clearly someone on top of his game – then I had to leave, but I thought as he invited me here, I should invite him down to my studio...” The resulting session to cut some dubplates for their respective DJ sets turned quickly into something more serious, discovering that Rob’s electronic loops and beats married up perfectly with the spatial dimension provided by Adrian’s analogue gear.
2 limited edition 12” EPs – Bring Me Weed and Music Killer – followed, but it was being asked to deliver a live show for Sónar Tokyo in April 2013 that really put a rocket under the project. “We decided to have a whole studio on stage” says Adrian, “so that the mix truly is delivered live in a totally unique way that can never quite be done the same again.” This meant a complex technical set-up and no small amount of flying by the seat of their pants, which was naturally exciting and terrifying. “I didn't sleep for two nights beforehand,” remembers Rob, “because I was so nervous – and I didn't sleep for quite a while after because I was so excited.” The result was triumphant, with even master of noise abuse Alec Empire [Atari Teenage Riot] watching agog from the side of the stage and broadcasting to the world what a revelation it had been.
This is an exciting record because it's full of hints of how much more there is to come from this meeting of minds. It's exciting because of the history that pounds and pulses through it. More than that, though, it's exciting because of what it does to you as a listener right here and now in the present; as the sample of Andy Fairley's vocal from the early days of On-U says in 'Precinct of Sound' says: “your head will become a crazy bulbous punch bag of sound”... and what more could you ask?
Joe Muggs
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David Katz's Essential Adrian Sherwood and On-U Sound Selection
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Various Artists: Sherwood At The Controls Volume 1 (1979 – 1984)
Tracklist:
01. Medium Medium – Hungry, So Angry (1981)
02. Maximum Joy – Let It Take You There (1982)
03. Nadjma – Some Day My Caliph Will Come (1984) *never issued on CD*
04. Mark Stewart + The Maffia – Learning To Cope With Cowardice (flexi version) (1983) *never issued on CD or Vinyl*
05. The Fall – Middle Mass (1981)
06. Gardening By Moonlight – Strange Clues (1983) *never issued on CD*
07. Shriekback – Mistah Linn He Dead (1984) *never issued on CD*
08. Voice Of Authority ft. Congo Ashanti Roy – Running (Feeling Wild) (1984) *previously unreleased*
09. The Slits – Man Next Door (1979) *never issued on CD*
10. Annie Anxiety (aka Little Annie) – Third Gear Kills (1984)
11. Prince Far I – Nuclear Weapon (1983) *previously unreleased*
12. Singers & Players – Reaching The Bad Man (1981)
13. African Head Charge – In A Trap (1982)
14. Vivien Goldman – Private Armies Dub (1981)
Tuesday 3 February 2015
Jim White VS The Packway Handle Band - Corn Pone Refugee/Not A Song/Israelites (FREE DOWNLOAD)
When Jim White and the guys from Packway Handle Band came to visit our office last summer, we had no idea that they had never played live together before. The two acts combined forces last year to form Jim White Vs. The Packway Handle Band. The guys originally approached Jim about producing their new record and he did the next best thing. He joined the band.
We took them to a warehouse just outside of historic downtown Hillsborough to record their first live session together. They played us a few tunes, including a cover of “Israelites,” made famous by Desmond Dekker & The Aces
You can download the EP containing the following tracks:
Not A Song
Corn Prone Refugee
Smack Dab in a Big Tornado
Jim 3:16
Breathing Room
HERE
Irmin Schmidt of Can to receive French knighthood
The award, which comes with a knighthood, is awarded for his contribution to the arts and culture. He will receive the honour on February 10
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Monday 2 February 2015
Andrew Weatherall's beard for sale on eBay
Not only is this a chance to own the beard, but it is also expected to have a steady revenue stream from appearances worldwide, obviously this is not going to be a stake in the artist, however the agent for the artist has insisted they are keeping the 'beard' on the books for events. Direct quote taken from facebook...
"The beard is available for weddings and bar mitzvahs through www.spunoutagency.com"
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William S. Burroughs: The Possessed
Thelema Now! host Frater Puck discusses William S. Burroughs, possession, synchronicities and chaos magick
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Best sports photo ever
Sunday 1 February 2015
Churchill and Glasgow (1919)
Ninety-six years ago this very night, running battles were taking place across the city after the police baton-charged a peaceful, 60,000-strong crowd in George Square.
The men, women, and children had hit the pavies to call for a 40-hour working week, This was no selfish fight.
The men, who were working a 56-hour week, were horrified and ashamed that the soldiers returing from the First World War were being left on the scrapheap. They knew if they took a cut in their hours, and their pay, some of these returning 'heroes' - their brothers, fathers, neighbours - could get back into the yards and the workshops and start providing for their families.
Sadly, the bosses didn't see things the same way. They had coined it in during the war and weren't about to spend any of their millions on what they called 'bolshevik scum' (That's your granny, your grandpa).
With the Russian Revolution only 15 months old, and the Spartacist Revolution still raging in Germany, the ruling classes came down like a ton of bricks on Glasgow... but Glasgow fought back.
After the first police charge, the crowd uprooted iron railings and charged the police line. As the battle moved to North Frederick Street, some poor bugger drove a beer lorry into the crowd. Sadly, it was full of empties but, rather than claim the cash back on the bottles, the crowd pelted the police and drove them back.
The crowd then reformed and marched to Glasgow Green where, again, they were attacked by the police. Again, now with the help of the East Enders, they routed the police.
Across the city that night running battles took place, in Govan. Townhead and the old Garngad.
Churchill, then Secretary of State for War, had already put the men of the HLI, at Maryhill Barracks, under lockdown. He was feart that Glasgow soldiers would take up arms with their fellow citizens.
He moved 1000 troops into the city from Edinburgh and Aberdeen, carefully weeding out every Glasgow man from the battalions.
The next morning there were machine gun nests on the roof of the North British Hotel (now the Millennium Hotel) and the old central Post Office. There was a Howitzer outside the City Chambers and six tanks, loaded and ready to roll on us, in the cattlemarket in the Gallowgate.
Now, we're not saying Churchill was an S H 1 T (although we may be hinting at such), but he was certainly no friend of Glasgow, or the working man.
In Fife, where he really did turn the guns on the workers, during the General Strike, his name is still anathema. Old Fifers spit at the mention of his name.
Tonight, we doff our bunnets to the brave men and women of 1919 Glasgow, who stood up to fight for their fellow citizens. They didn't want a revolution, they wanted a fair deal for all. Sadly, for many in our great and gallus city, we're still waiting for such a deal...
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(Thanx Norry)
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