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Super fun label/club night Teenage Lust have teamed up with Ten Tracks to produce a marvellous compilation - and all for just £1 (OK it`s nearly free !!!)
Including exclusive tracks from Hot Club de Paris and Copy Haho, the compilation also features exclusive artwork by Paul Rafferty of Hot Club de Paris and all bands receive a fair percentage of revenue.
Download the compilation here :Nearly Free
1. HOT CLUB DE PARIS - EXTRA TIME THEN SUDDEN DEATH (EXCLUSIVELY WRITTEN AND RECORDED FOR COMPILATION)
2. LOVE OF EVERYTHING - BIRDS, ICE CREAM AND WHALES (BOBBY BURG OF JOAN OF ARC / MAKE BELIEVE / CHIN UP CHIN UP)
3. CALORIES - DRUGGED
4. JONQUIL - PARASOL
5. COPY HAHO - TO BALANCE A DIET (UNRELEASED)
6. JESUS H.FOXX - TRYING TO BE GOOD
7. PENNINES - BILLIE JEANS
8. TEXT ADVENTURE - BOOBOOK (DAVID ROY OF DANANANANAYKROYD)
9. CRIMESSS - YESSE YOUNG (FEAT. MEMBERS OF LOS CAMPESINOS!, ATTACK+DEFEND, PICTURE BOOKS IN WINTER)
10. VACATIONS - HASSLE WITH REAL (NEW PROJECT FROM CHIN UP CHIN UP MEMBERS)
US psych rockers White Denim are set to play a string of live shows this May, ahead of the release of second album ‘Fits on the 22nd June. These warm-up appearances showcasing material from both ‘Fits ‘and 2008’s highly acclaimed debut ‘Workout Holiday’ start off with a headline show at The Great Escape this Saturday and also includes an intimate headline show at London’s Old Blue Last on Monday 18th May.To accompany the shows, the band want to give people a taster of the new album by giving away a free track, please click to download ‘Mirrored and Reverse’:Totally Free
THE FIELD is Axel Willner, and his label, KOMPAKT are offering a free download from his sophomore full length, Yesterday And Today. On the new album, Willner expands his palette, continuing the oblique sampling strategy of From Here We Go Sublime while building up the rhythmic architecture; the album features a group of different musicians and on the title track, Willner collaborates for the first time with BATTLES drummer John Stanier.
LISTEN TO "YESTERDAY & TODAY"HERE: Listen for free!
Free Download (not sure if we`ve posted this up before but what the hey..)
Alexis Taylor from Hot Chip cover of Mike Bones `What I Have Left`
Hot Free
Theophilus London, Apes and Androids and The Strange Boys are featured in this weeks NME free downloads:
Hey Baby They`re Really Free!!
Nick Foster (View Original Article)
Still, with the festival already a sell-out, this news is unlikely to sway you either way.
Full List of Additions
All Time Low,
The Audition,
Black Acid,
Black Kids,
Black Tide,
Cage The Elephant,
Collapsing Cities,
Dan Le Sac,
Does It Offend You Yeah?,
Elliot Minor,
Emmy The Great,
Fighting Like Apes,
Fighting With Wire,
Florence And The Machine,
Friendly Fires,
Ida Maria,
In Case Of Fire,
Johnny Foreigner,
Jubilee,
The Kills,
Late of the Pier,
Los Campesinos!,
Louis XIV,
Lovvers,
Natty, The Rascals
Sergeant, The Teenagers
Teenagersintokyo,
These New Puritans,
Twisted Wheel,
White Denim,
White Lies,
Wild Beasts,
Wiley,
You Me At 6
Richard Brown (View Original Article)
Those of you not in London (and that includes me, more's the pity) can still see the band at one of the following gigs announced recently to promote the album and the new single 'All You Really Have To Do' which is released on July 7th.
June 2008
23 - London, Sister Ray (in-store @ 6.30pm)
25 - Arendal, Norway, Hove Festival
27 - London, Koko, Club NME
28 - Glastonbury Festival, Queens Head Stage
29 - Glastonbury Festival, Park Stage
30 - Brighton, Audio
July 2008
1 - Birmingham, Bar Academy
2 - Sheffield, The Plug
3 - London, Cargo
5 - Kent, The Mighty Boosh Festival
6 - Bristol, Louisiana
7 - Nottingham, The Social
9 - Manchester, Roadhouse
10 - Glasgow, Captains Rest
11 - Co. Kildare, Ireland, Oxygen Festival
14 - London, Uncut show @ Borderline
Richard Brown (View Original Article)
London’s electro punksters and regulars on the show, Robots In Disguise have also jumped on the Boosh Festival bandwagon which takes place at Hop Farm in Kent on the 5th July. There's no confirmation that the girls will join the boys for a rendition of Kraftwerk Orange's 'Electro Boy, Electro Girl' - but as long as the crowd shout loud enough they'll have to!
We've also just heard that the legendary Jarvis Cocker has been added to the bill to perform one of his well-loved DJ sets.
Joining them on the main stage, aptly titled, Monkey Hell, will be fellow luminaries The Charlatans, Gary Numan, The Kills, Peaches, White Denim and Polar Bear.
Three new acts have just been added to the Mighty Boosh comedy tent ‘The Velvet Onion’. Perrier Award Nominee Tim Key, up and coming comedian Paul Sinha and Canadian comic Tony Law join an already stellar line-up which includes multi award-winning international cult comic Ross Noble, critically acclaimed Scottish comedian Frankie Boyle, plus Matt Holness (Garth Marenghi), Arj Barker (Flight of the Conchords), Greg Fleet, Mark Watson , Josie Long, Paul Foot and Robin Ince (The Book Club).
Nick Foster (View Original Article)
Boosh star Noel Fielding is understandably delighted to have his hero on board at this early stage,
"Having Gary on board is mental! He is a hero of mine and was always a first choice, having him perform at our festival is almost surreal."
Edging dangerously closer and closer to Newman and Baddiel 'comedy is the new rock n roll' territory will be The Mighty Boosh themselves as they compere the show and take the crowd on a brand new unique "mystical journey through time and space".
Who knows, there may even be an unannounced set from Kraftwerk Orange followed by an extended crimp from Howard Moon and Vince Noir. Stranger things have happened, and this looks set to be strangest festival on record.
Richard Brown (View Original Article)
Of course, all the journalistic verbiage in the world can never convince you in the same way as your own ears, so here's a free download of the dirt-rock classic-in-waiting 'Mess Your Hair Up'.
White Denim - Mess Your Hair Up
Richard Brown (View Original Article)
What happened? If you`re seeing them on their current tour could you ask them that for me? The reason why I ask this is because they seem to have gone mental. Completely mental. The last album was a demonic novelty, a clash of noise and incredible drumming. You`d think that it would head straight off the rails and yet somehow it didn`t. Elements of punk, funk, go-go and Texan blues mashed together in a way that hadn`t been done before, or at least not as successfully. The Rapture had to go all Ibiza, Radio Four became Gang of Four. White Denim were American trash, and they could be proud of it.
This album is still American trash of the better kind, but it so nearly isn`t . If the first song was the setting for the rest of the album, it would be fucking awful. Almost everything is thrown in all at the same time with no desire to make anything fit with anything else. It all ends up a noise - less of a challenge more of a let down. It gets better with `All Consolation` as 60`s prog rock gets compressed into three minutes. All of it. From Procol Harum to Hendrix via the Beatles and a broken copy of the first Yes Album. `El Hard Attack` continues the full barrage of noise with some ZZ Top meets acid paranoia. I get more into it as I listen to `I Start To Run`. I think I`m beginning to get it. Manic 60`s beats mixed up. So there`s a bit of soft porn exploitica in `Sex Prayer`, here`s some low slung Easy Rider funk on `Mirrored` and `Reverse`. `Paint Yourself` is a little too much, west coast psychedelia meets elements of jazz.
And now I got worries. Jazz? Jazz? Never trust 60`sprog jazz. Prog jazz is a what devil came up with when he ran out of good ideas. Still, at least it`s only three and a half minutes long. It stays on the right side of okay. So does `I`d Have It Just The Way We Were`, thanks in no small part to vocals that sound eerily like Jeff Buckley. However, I`m prepared for the worst. The noise of the first track, combined with the jazz in the latter stages makes me fear for the beginning of a jazz opera track, a twenty minute odyssey into the haze of a Texan dusk. You know, a piece of crap.
But it doesn`t happen. Thankfully the album ends with the more refined folky elements of `Regina Holding Hands` and `Syncn`. A nightmare doesn`t happen.
I read a review of this album that gave it 4/10 and I`m convinced that this was in no small part to that first track. Thank your chosen faith figure that they`re wrong. Just skip the first, okay?
Dean Coster (View Original Article)
As Full Time Hobby have chosen to re-issue this White Denim single, I`ve chosen to re-issue Richard Browns original review of `Lets Talk About It`
Austin`s White Denim are clearly on a one-band mission to take hi-fi back to lo-fi via the scuzz country of indie music`s newest spiritual home - Austin, Texas, USA. Reputedly recorded in a lonely trailer with only "a mic, computer, whiskey and energy elixirs", `Let`s Talk About It` is a full-on, illicitly-brewed reaction against polished pop, standardised structure and the inherent boredom of today`s indie scene. The fact it sounds like a moonshine-inspired jam between three vagrant train-hitchers in an open goods carriage only adds to its brilliance and the conclusional capitulation inspires you to don a stetson, ride bareback to the local pawn shop and pick yourself up an old guitar and a (hopefully not empty) bottle of booze. It`s time Leon had new Kings...here they are.
Yup that pretty much sums it up!
Nick Foster (View Original Article)
Richard Brown (View Original Article)
After making the trek towards the farm (“Oh I won’t take the bus, a 15 minute walk isn’t that long! Oh, you actually meant 45 minutes”), I find Christopher trying to make his press pass look obvious to passing nubile lycra-clad festival goers while simultaneously giving the impression that having a press pass is something which happens to him so often that it’s getting really rather dull. It’s not dull. It’s great. We were wearing orange wristbands, which automatically makes us cooler than you. Yes, YOU.
Ahem. We arrived just in time for the opening act, the frankly baffling Polar Bear. Well, I suppose it might have been less baffling had I been familiar with the cello, mandolin and saxophone driven synth-backed free jazz scene, but I missed that article in Smash Hits last year. The result was a conversation with Christopher which went something like “I don’t get it.” “Well, it’s jazz, innit.” “It seems good.” “I wish I could tell whether the drummer is supposed to be speeding up and slowing down like that.” Overall poll said: This is great! It’s so experimental! Yeah, is that the right thing to say...? Brilliant!
Then we tried to find the media tent. No-one knew where it was, no-one knew where they were, no-one cared. By that point we’d seen more lycra than anyone should have to deal with on a hot day, and one sock stuffed down a lady’s lycra suit which had migrated considerably from its intended location. Ew.
Aha! Small tent in the strange limbo between ‘In’ and ‘Out’ of the backstage area – this had to be it. After Christopher had reprimanded me in a hissing undertone for taking as many free cans of coke out of the complimentary fridge as I could carry, we hung around vaguely looking for famous people. Didn’t take long – soon we see Tim Burgess wandering around being amiable. Our slightly baffled looking PR guy assured us that we were definitely in line for an interview, so during the resulting wait, we listened to Robots In Disguise from a distance. Very good, strident yet tuneful angry girl music of the indie-rock variety. Wish we could have seen them actually performing.
Eventually we wander back in to see what’s going on, to see a very tired Tim, and a PR guy looking at us with the expression of someone who’s sure he’s seen us somewhere before. Upon enquiry, Tim was no longer doing interviews, but if we hung around then there might be an opportunity with The Kills. We looked at the Kills, thickly surrounded by media and presenting a picture remarkably like the cover of White Blood Cells. In the distance, we hear the atrocious compere announcing White Denim. Sod this, we both decided, we could be stuck in this tent all day.
So we pottered out to see White Denim, and an excellent choice it proved to be. Describing their act as the ‘first rock and roll act they’d seen today’ they launched into an eclectic stream of guitar consciousness which seemed to owe less to rock and roll and more to the auditory hallucinations commonly associated with schizophrenia. The songs migrated apparently randomly between the instruments, with vocals being added thoughtfully, provocatively, and possibly at random. The genius of the whole thing was how three incredibly different looking guys who seemed utterly unaware of each other could come on, play unrelated musical parts, and still convince the audience they weren't members of different bands who’d got their set times mixed up. It was great, though. With moments of real old school seventies soul mixed in with other moments of unrelated indie madness and good old fashioned rock and roll, the whole thing was astonishingly convincing. Fans of the Guillemots should note that these guys are kind of like them, but actually good.
At this point, we decide to see if we can actually talk to any of the artists – after all, we were important people now. Back to the press tent! And yes, there are people – namely Robots In Disguise.
“But we don’t know anything about them!” I hiss under my breath to Christopher as we’re ushered over. “Aren’t they from Liverpool or something? And how come there’s three of them, I thought there were only supposed to be two?”
“We’ll make it up! And don’t forget to tell them what a great set they did!”
“But we didn’t see them!”
“So?”
Turns out that they’d been put through so many interviews already that they practically interviewed themselves, allowing us enough time to saunter out back to the field. As Christopher wandered over to the comedy tent, I settled myself down for The Kills and Gary Numan.
The Kills rocked. As Jamie Hince stood in a carefully perfected blues pose looking cool as hell, Alison Mosshart stalked around the stage, the wind whipping her hair and cloak around like a valkyrie, looking cool as hell. The music was low, driving and powerful blues-based psych-rock of the dark basement kind. Most crowdgoers didn’t seem to know what to do with this unfamiliarly unjangly stuff, so adopted the traditional shoe-gazing, body-rocking motion associated with the more extreme end of the psychedelic stoner concerts, then went a bit mad for the occasional fast bits. As a fan of low energy music which makes you feel semi-conscious and a little like someone’s drugged you and stolen your wallet, I loved this set. I have to admit to having felt a little sceptical at how this sort of music would translate to a field full of festival going hysterical kids, but as usual my worry was neither warranted nor needed.
Since I seemed to have lost my brother, I decided to hang around for Gary Numan, with the uncomfortable feeling that I might be the only person in the field old enough to remember anything about him at all. I needn’t have worried. Looking like a goth skater and acting like a gay icon, Gary was loving every minute of his festival time, and since most of the kids were at least familiar with the modern take on what Gary had helped to start, and since all the girls probably bought Sugababes as their very first album when they were 10, the whole set went down with an energy which lit up the whole field. When ‘Cars’ was played, the field went mental. When ‘Are Friends Electric’ came up, there was a really entertaining interlude of lots of people jumping up and down going “Omigod I love this song!”, then stopping, looking at each other in bafflement, bopping up and down in a puzzled sort of way, and then, in some cases, the penny dropping with a bang. It was great. The whole set was great. I love Gary. I was discovered and rescued by Christopher as I stood in the press tent afterwards dancing nervously from foot to foot muttering “He’s there! He’s there! Wow...”, hustling me quickly out before I made a complete tit of myself.
As we pottered over to the car, we worried vaguely about the fact that the last train had already left from the station, there were very few cars in the car park, and most of the festival goers had the look of those who didn’t realise that night buses didn’t exist in the countryside. Then we went home.
Bryony Jones (View Original Article)
| 1. | I Start To Run |
| 2. | Radio Milk How Can You Stand It |
| 3. | All Consolation |
| 4. | Let's Talk About It |
| 5. | Mirrored And Reverse |
| 6. | Say What You Want |
| 7. | Regina Holding Hands |
| 8. | Sex Prayer |
| 9. | El Hard Attack DCWYW |
| 10. | Shake Shake Shake |