Thursday 28 January 2010

WHAT THE FUCK??

Tuesday 26 January 2010

Ovipositor – Oakland Manor


Fuck me, the artwork on this thing is unsettling. The eyes follow you round the room, the mean gleam, cruelly reminiscent of a serial sex offender fixing on a victim. In truth, it’s hard work having the thing propped up in front of me as I type.

Pawing over their press release, as people in my position are expected to do, I note that they’re often compared to Sonic Youth, the inference being that this might be lazy writing. It’s not. There are similarities, especially with the classic Evol / Sister period, but that’s not the whole story. Pere Ubu are in the mix, and so is any number of post-punk noiseniks, but there’s enough going on here to give Ovipositor the benefit of the doubt. I like it.
(Arbeit Macht Dinge Records)
www.myspace.com/ovipositor
og

Sunday 24 January 2010

The Adventures of David (1)

David belongs to Ruth. Ruth belongs to anyone. How can this go on?

It’s Sunday morning and David wakes early. He dresses quickly and walks down to the petrol station on the corner of their street. He leaves Ruth sleeping peacefully in their bed.

He buys The Observer newspaper (Ruth especially likes the supplements) and a litre of white spirit. He enjoys a slow walk home, offering a clipped “good morning” to everyone he passes. It’s a bright day.

At home, he goes to the cupboard under the stairs and removes his toolbox. He chooses a long fat chisel and a rubber mallet. The mallet they’d bought specially for camping, though they’d never troubled the great outdoors.

He goes upstairs to the bedroom and sees Ruth still sleeping. He sits next to her, slips the chisel into her mouth, driving it home with the rubber mallet. The blade cuts easily through the gullet and lodges in the spine. A second blow from the mallet severs the bones.

Richard scatters pages from The Observer supplements around Ruth’s body and pours over the white spirit. He lights it with a box of matches Ruth keeps in a drawer next to the bed.

He takes the car out of the garage and drives away. Avalon is playing on the stereo.

Monday 18 January 2010

Stolen News: GUY RITCHIE LAUNCHES LABEL


Guy Ritchie has set up a record label in partnership with Universal Music in order to offer a record deal to, erm, the in-house band at his pub, The Punchbowl. The label is called, erm, Punchbowl Recordings. The band? The Punchbowl Band. Yes, you're right, this is officially the end of the music industry.

Ritchie and Universal presumably hope the fact The Punchbowl Band appear on the soundtrack to the sort of film director's current film 'Sherlock Holmes' will help to get them some fans.

Confirming his new venture, Ritchie said this: "It's exciting to venture into the world of the music industry. It's a tough place, but I've witnessed this band connect with people first hand. They have every chance of being embraced by a wider audience and I genuinely wish them the very best of luck with their debut album".

Thursday 14 January 2010

Stolen News: SHAKIN STEVENS FOUND GUILTY OF ASSAULTING A PHOTOGRAPHER


80s popster Shakin Stevens has been found guilty of assaulting a photographer with a microphone stand in 2008 and fined.

The incident occurred in December 2008 at the Tullyglass Hotel in Ballymena, where the singer was performing. Hugo McNeice was photographing the show and told the court that at one point Stevens had danced over to him in order to, he thought, give him "a nice tight shot", but instead the singer hit the camera with his microphone stand, breaking it.

Shaky was fined £300 for the assault and ordered to pay compensation of £479 to McNeice for damage to his camera. The singer maintains that he is innocent and has said that he will appeal the ruling.

The Headlocks – Cuckoo Bird

Not since the heady days of The Dictators has a group caught my ear simply because of a wrestling connotation or two. Admittedly, it’s all in the name for The Headlocks, who arrive on my desk without a sparkly leotard between them. Musically, which is pretty much the point of this exercise, they’re part of the whole US jam band thing, which doesn’t mean too much on this side of the pond, though when you strip back the influences of these combos, most of them, from the Dead via Phish to these country-fried New Yorkers, there’s not a whole lot to be scared about. Think, American folk-roots, think country rock, think blues, think The Band, Tom Petty, The Jayhawks, Dylan, etc. In other words plenty of things us Brits have been lapping up for decades. The Headlocks might not be up there in that company, but they’ve no shortage of Americana groove and the songs to back them up. My recommendations, “Driving In The Dark” and “The Round Up” jangle along at a agreeable pace, the latter with a Lou Reed / Velvets inflection. “Amen Good Charles” is good ol’ time washboard folk, dragged laughing into the 21st century, where it sounds wholly at ease. (Self-Released)

Andrew

www.myspace.com/headlocksmusic

Rodney DeCroo – Mockingbird Bible

Rodney DeCroo maybe the perfect example of the maudlin, sad-as-shit, country singer-songwriter. I like my roots with a side order of soulful melancholy, and like Townes Van Zandt, Richard Buckner and David Munyon, DeCroo dishes up the dark stuff, and drags in the listener to share a few things we’d probably be happier not knowing. Some of us, anyway. Me? I’m a man for all seasons. Autumn and winter are as essential as spring and summer. The dark nights are as beautiful as the sunny mornings, and DeCroo makes for appropriate listening when the evenings are drawing in and the chill seeps into bones. Maybe it’s his Canadian roots that allows DeCroo the luxury of sidestepping some of the more traditional elements of his preferred genre. Bleak abstractions creep into his songs like half-seen demons, intent on wresting possession from the narrator. Surreal and sorrowful lines appear and wane suddenly, like puffs of smoke, forcing the listener to rewind quickly to confirm the depression. This isn’t easy listening, but the rewards are plentiful. (Northern Electric)

Andrew

www.myspace.com/wartornman

The Down-Fi – America Now


The Down-Fi, formed by Craig Bell, guitarist with Cleveland proto-punk legends Rocket From The Tombs, whose other members would go on to become Pere Ubu and the Dead Boys. Bell, instead, moved east, and made a less conspicuous music career with the beautifully named Saucers, The Plan and The Bell System. Now settled in Indianapolis, he’s teamed up with some noisy locals, and The Down-Fi is the result. Their sound refers directly back to the alternative, pre-punk early ‘70s, where guitarists like Tom Verlaine, Robert Quine and Jonathan Richman were intent on resurrecting the Velvets’ spiky six-string solos for a generation far more interested in post-hippy prog and soft country rock. Remarkably, it all sounds as fresh as a daisy. Maybe it’s because Bell is close to the source, his influences remain untainted and his intent, pure. Whatever. America Now sounds like the answer to a lot of questions. (Gustav Group)
Andrew

www.myspace.com/thedownfi

Sunday 10 January 2010

Pink Hedgehog News

Happy New Year Everyone!

Haven eaten my own weight in Quality Street over the Christmas holidays, I am now ready to resume activities here at Pink Hedgehog and happy to announce that we are once again open for business! I've been doing my very best to ignore the depressing fact that James Blunt had the biggest selling album of the noughties (!) and concentrate on our own new releases. Yes... we have two new albums out tomorrow (11th January)! One of them has already received attention in the very latest issue of MOJO magazine here in the UK!

The MOJO Playlist - 'Transport of Delight' by Peter Lacey

"Remember way back, when Macca was a one-man band blueprinting ideas for Wing's take-off? Well, Lacey's a bit like that, fashioning harmony vocals into a mystic dreamscape." (MOJO, February 2010)

The track appears on Peter's brand new album called Behind The Scenes. You can preview tracks from the album on Peter's MySpace page and order one of the limited number of CD copies from Pink Hedgehog in the UK or Kool Kat Musik in America:

Peter’s MySpace Page http://www.myspace.com/peterlaceymusic

UK Orders http://www.pinkhedgehog.plus.com/shopbts.htm

USA Orders http://www.koolkatmusik.com/

Our second new release for January is the debut album from The Inexperienced, a groups of friends based in North London, led and produced by Alex Meadows. Their debut album was recorded with three simple rules in mind; 1) No corporate interference, 2) Try not to disappear up one’s own arse, 3) Have as much fun as possible. The results speak for themselves. Alex is currently touring with Sir Tom Jones, playing bass and a bit of guitar. In the past he was a member of Arista recording artist Electrasy as bass player and writer and can also be heard on Jamiroquai’s Dynamite album playing bass. Alex has also survived two world tours with Simon Cowell’s creation Il Divo, playing almost no music at all! Listen to one of the great songs here:
http://www.myspace.com/pinkhedgehogrecords

You can order copies of the album by going to:
http://www.pinkhedgehog.plus.com/shopinexperienced.htm

Both albums will also be available to download from all the usual online music providers. Happy listening everyone and keep warm, Simon.
www.pinkhedgehog.com

PS, Our 15th Anniversary "Staying in Business" sale is still on, giving all of you the opportunity to buy some fantastic music at silly prices:
http://www.pinkhedgehog.plus.com/anniversary.htm

Thursday 7 January 2010

TV Eye

Jools Holland’s Hootenanny.
What a rotten programme this has become. I’ve no argument with his Later shows; live music on the telly is always welcome, though the format is purposely made sterile by the lack of an audience and Holland’s unquenchable desire to play boogie-fucking-woogie piano with everyone who’ll let him, but his annual New Years Eve knees-up has died a death.

This year’s line-up was just plain shit. Boy fucking George – do me a favour. Florence and the cunting Machine. They’re just the fucking Cranberries with added Linger. And let’s not forget the studio audience. A turgid bunch of Holland’s showbiz mates, and a less entertaining bunch of washed up ‘alt’ comics and aged musos couldn’t be found anywhere on Earth (including ITV and Sky). The unfunniest cunt of all was Al Murray (for the second year running), a man so ludicrously inept at his chosen profession that I want to invent an Ebola gun just so I can shoot him in the eyes with it. Seriously, how he manages to walk down the street without getting stabbed up is beyond me, and probably every other poor bastard who’s New Year Eve was ruined by the boring prick.

Things were hardly helped by Holland’s interview question (he only had one) and that he’d somehow forgot to warn any of his smug, self-satisfied idiot friends that he was going to ask it. Seriously, if you’re going to look pissed and vacant at whatever tedious remark your host makes, at least have the decency to be genuinely pissed and vacant. The fact that this sorry excuse for entertainment is filmed over an afternoon in early December, not only adds to the insult, but also the ineptitude.

Next year, put an old film on instead. Or best of the Whistle Test. Or the Eastenders Omnibus. Anything except Holland and his bunch of unmerry cunts!

Monday 4 January 2010

Joy Division Oven Gloves

First there was the Culture Vulture, then 8 out of 10 Fish and now Joy Division Oven Gloves. Remember, the stupidity of the names reflects only the strength of the medication.

This time we’re here to educate and inform. Our mantra: R3; RANT, RAVE and REVIEW.