Fools

Some fools for April Fool's Day. All Fool's Day is a tradition in many countries but there doesn't seem to be any real agreement about where it originates from- an association between 1st April and foolishness is mentioned by Chaucer in The Nun's Priest's Tale where a vain cock is tricked by a fox into believing it is 32nd March. Some scholars inevitably disagree and put this down to a mistranslation. 

A 16th century French poet mentions poisson d'Avril (April fool or literally April's fish) and a Flemish poet, Eduard de Dene, referenced a nobleman who sent his servants on foolish errands on 1st April. The first agreed British reference is from 1686, John Aubrey mentioning 'fooles holy day'. 

Pop culture is littered with fools. In 1973 Lee Hazlewood, the cosmic cowboy, asked a foolish question...

Poet, Fool Or Bum

In 2019, a reactivated Sebadoh saw Lou Barlow return with some typically ramshackle, melodic indie rock reaching the point where he 'won't be a fool in your eyes'. 

Fool

Gallon Drunk weren't a band to do things by halves. A noisy, chaotic early 90s blur of suits, guitars, sideburns, noisy blues and jazz. Some Fool's Mess was Single Of The Week in the NME in 1991, back when these things really mattered. The live recording here is from 1993 when they toured the US supporting PJ Harvey

Some Fool's Mess (Live In Chicago)

Escape- Ism is Ian Svenonius' latest vehicle for deconstructing music and overthrowing existing power structures. Last year's Charge Of The Light Brigade was one of my albums of the year. In 2021 they released Rated Z, their fourth album, a casual combination of arrogance and minimalism. Electronic rock 'n' roll reduced to its barest elements. 

Suffer No Fool

Lastly I need to direct you here to Bedford Falls Players where Mr BFP has done an entirely unofficial edit of Walking On Sunshine and Fool's Gold, Rockers Revenge and The Stone Roses mashed together in an unholy and total trip, seven minutes of Fool's Gold- En.  Free/ pay what you want. 

On 23rd November 1989 The Stone Roses made their one and only Top Of The Pops appearance, gatecrashing the shiny world of the BBC studios and the top ten with the groundbreaking indie funk of Fool's Gold. The fall of the Berlin Wall, The Stone Roses on Top Of The Pops- the 1990s started here. 

The photo at the top is the corridor of a hotel we have actually stayed in. I felt lucky to wake up in the morning and 

Edit: that last sentence for some reason was never completed. I got distracted and forgot to finish it. It should have read something like this...

The photo at the top is the corridor of a hotel we have actually stayed in. I felt lucky to wake up in the morning and not have been sold into some form of modern slavery. The hotel was a one night stopover and was cheap. The fire escapes had groups of men hanging around them smoking and the fire escape was in our bedroom- in the event of a fire the escape route was through our room. Off our room were two further rooms, one with a broken window that would not close and the other a cell. As I was about to put the light out to go to sleep and huge spider ran across my pillow. It was grim but also very funny. 

Pictures Of A Floating World

There's an exhibition on at the Whitworth in Manchester at the moment of the art of two Japanese artists, Hokusai and Hiroshige (it opened two weeks ago and is on until November). In the Edo period (17th and 18th century Japan) the pair were responsible for a multitude of ukiyo- e prints, made on woodblocks and printed in beautiful colour onto paper. The most famous of them is Beneath The Great Wave, a picture that changed Japanese art and then when the country began to open up to the west, one that changed Western art too. It's become one of the most famous prints in the world and there are two originals from the Edo period in the exhibition.

Hokusai and Hiroshige captured Japanese landscapes and weather and everyday scenes, rural and urban life. There are pictures of samurai, actors, geisha and farm labourers as well as endless versions of Mount Fuji- Hokusia's series Thirty Six Views Of Mount Fuji eventually ran to forty six and Hiroshige responded with Fifty Three Stations Of The Tokaido Road. The prints- the detail and draftmanship, the layout (so influential on modern visual arts, comics, books and magazines) and the vividness of that world- are astonishing. I loved it and will definitely go again. It's a joy just to spend time looking at them.

They were known at the time as 'pictures of a floating world' which is a phrase which has stuck with me since Saturday afternoon. 

What's more, it's free- and the gallery was busy, people of all ages wanting to get close to the prints. 

Coincidentally over at 27 Leggies Ernie posted some songs by Japanese band Nagisa Ni Te which were well received. Ernie's post and the music reminded me of the Japanese band Yura Yura Teikoku who I posted about once waaay back in 2010. Yura Yura Teikoku were a three piece psychedelic rock band from Tokyo, formed in 1989 and splitting up amicably in 2010. In 2009 DFA put out some of their music which is I imagine where I latched onto them. 

Hollow Me came out in 2007 and was then part of the 2009 DFA release after being featured in Sion Soro's film Love Exposure, a Japanese comedy drama. 

Hollow Me

This one is from a 2010 live album.

Ohayo Mada Yaro

Sweet Surrender is from a 2007 single, a krauty motorik psyche rock excursion that kicks up a storm. 

Sweet Surrender (Remix)

The other side of that single was Dekinai, spiky guitars and rattling drums, a thrilling slice of Tokyo psychedelic rock. 

Dekinai

The remix is even better, somewhere in a sweet spot in between Stereolab and LCD Soundsystem. 

Dekinai (Remix Extended)

Monday's Long Song

Twenty years ago Patti Smith and Kevin Shields appeared at the Queen Elizabeth Hall on the South Bank in London. Patti had written a poem for her friend and one time lover Robert Mapplethorpe called The Coral Sea, a poem she started when he died of AIDS in 1989. She tried to perform it as a spoken word piece but could never get through it all, the sheer weight of the emotions, his illness related suffering and death too much for her to complete a public reading. 

Performing it with Kevin Shields changed the performance for her- Kevin's guitar and FX soundscape altered the performance and provided Patti with a bedrock to explore the words and her feelings. They performed it live twice, once in June 2005 and once in September 2006 and released both as a double CD in 2008, each disc the best part of an hour long. It's not something one pulls out and listens to very often and it was probably best seen live, a book length poem set to improvisational and experimental guitar playing by the My Bloody Valentine man but when it hits, it's very powerful. This is Part 4 from the 2006 gig, a fifteen minute long section, the climax of the performance, Kevin's glide guitar shimmering, the drones and vibrato ebbing and flowing as Patti reads her tribute to Mapplethorpe with passion. As they egg each other on Shields' playing becomes an MBV style wall of noise, an ecstatic You Made Me Realise freak out section only a flick of the finger and stomp on an FX pedal away. 

The Coral Sea 12/ 09/ 2006 Part 4

The section from ten minutes in, where Patti is silent and Kevin drones and glistens, is ripe for sampling- put a drum beat underneath it and add some flute and whispery vocals and you could have a new MBV track out before the band do. 

Forty Five Minutes Of Neo- Indie Dance

I was never a fan of the term indie- dance back in the 1989- 1992 heyday. It seemed reductive and a little sneery, music press shorthand for guitar bands suddenly getting onto the dancefloor and finding a remixer who could help them crossover. Much of the music was brilliant but the way it was portrayed and written about was not. There was an element of bandwagon jumping too. But those records- the remixes of Happy Mondays Wrote For Luck, Fool's Gold, Weatherall's 12" remixes of songs from Screamadelica and then of everybody else, Flowered Up, New Fast Automatic Daffodils, The Soup Dragons (ahead of the pack as singer Sean is always keen to point out, releasing I'm Free ahead of Primal Scream's Loaded)- still sound like sonic gold and can still fill a dance floor. 

There's been a renaissance of the sound, the shuffly drums, psychedelic guitars, extended length tracks, cosmic synth sounds and freewheeling spirit circling back into the world. Recently Das Druid, Marshall Watson and Cole Odin, several of Sean Johnston Hardway Bros remixes, Holy Youth Movement and others have been reinvigorating a sound that is now over three decades old. The temptation to throw some of them together into a Sunday mix, a revival of the sound of Thursday night indie nights at late 80s nightclubs but with a bunch of 21st century tracks, was too much. 

Forty Five Minutes Of Neo- Indie Dance

• Strange Fruit: Monopolar
• Das Druid: Freedom
• Holy Youth Movement: Better Together (Hardway Bros Cosmic Intervention Mix)
• Marshall Watson and Cole Odin: Just A Daydream Away (Space Flight Mix)
• Le Carousel: Echo Spiegel (Curses Liquid Metal Mix)
• Jagwar Ma: Come Save Me (Andrew Weatherall Remix)
• Psychederek: Thinkin' Bout U Pt. 2 (Venus)

Strange Fruit are an indie- dance/ psychedelic/ cosmische band from Jakarta. Their forthcoming album Drips comes with remixes- Hardway bros and Tom Furse from The Horrors- and four songs, all of which mine that seam that got us shaking our action at the point were the 80s became the 90s. Shuffly drums, burbling synths, cosmische production and blissed out vocals all present and correct.  

Das Druid are from Australia, a band who are open about their influences, describing their Das Druid EP as a 'love letter to the evolving spirit of the Madchester scene'. Rather than shy away from it, they've embraced the comparisons. The EP comes with Justin Robertson remixes (in his folk- dub Five Green Moons guise), a man who moved to Manchester in the mid- 80s specifically for the music (and the university), and one from South Manchester's own Ruf Dug. 

Holy Youth Movement are from Bristol, a five piece taking cues from Primal Scream and Underworld with Jagz Kooner at the controls. Sean Johnston's Hardway Bros provided two remixes, both of which are sprinkled with indie- dance dancefloor gold dust. 

San Francisco pairing Marshal Watson and Cole Odin's Just A Daydream Away were a 2023 highlight, an EP with various versions of a cosmic/ indie- dance song, smothered in a sheen of day glo early 90s via 2020s production that glides and shimmers. Hardway Bros weighed in with a pair of remixes of this one too. 

Le Carousel's The Humans Will Destroy us is already sounding like one of the albums of 2026, a ten track synths/ guitars celebration of/ farewell to humanity. Last year's single Echo Spiegel was remixed by Berlin based producer Curses who put a  chunky 1991 indie- dance break under Phil's psychedelic/ electronics and pushed it all to the fore. 

Jagwar Ma were an Australian psychedelic/ dance trio from 2012 who made two albums between 2013 and 2016. In 2011 they released Come Save Me as a single and it came with an Andrew Weatherall remix. Between 1989 and 1991 Andrew did as much as anyone to invent a new sound, guitars and dance beats, samples and sequencers. By 1992 he was keen to move on and to leave indie- dance behind. In 2013 he remixed Jagwar Ma following a jaunt to Australia, sticking a massive indie- dance breakbeat underneath the song and in so doing reinventing a sound that he invented twenty years previously, a decade ahead of some younger bands then re- discovering the sound. Weatherall absolutely shines as a remixer here. 

Psychederek is from Stretford, a young musician/ DJ with a growing and excellent back catalogue. The sound of a psychedelic Stretford. His Thinkin' Bout U single came out last year, four different versions with the Pt. 2 Venus mix built around that indie- dance shuffle. 

Oblique Saturdays

 

A series for Saturdays in 2026 inspired by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt's set of cards, Oblique Strategies (Over One Hundred Worthwhile Dilemmas). Eno and Schmidt created them to be used to unblock creative impasses and approach problems from unexpected angles. Each week I'll turn over an Oblique Strategy card and post a song or songs inspired by the suggestion. 

Last week's suggestion was Breathe more deeply.

My responses were some deeply heavy dub techno from Basic Channel and Deanne Day's Hardly Breathe, Weatherall and Harrow mid- 90s deep house/ techno. Both encouraging deeper breathing. The Oblique Saturdays crowd made some excellent and varied suggestions- Blu Cantrelle's Breath, Kylie's Breathe, Warren Zevon's French Inhaler, Thandi Ntuli and Carlos Nino's experimental breathing, Kate Bush, Serge and Jane engaging in deeper and heavier breathing, Massive Attack's Teardrop and Aggelein by Valium. Thank you Jake, Khayem, Rol, Ernie, Jase, Iggy, Walter and Scaley Pecker for your contributions. Here's Kylie from 1998 with a song that as Scaley observed has a touch of William Orbit's Ray Of Light production about it.

Breathe

This week's card say this- Abandon normal instruments.

Eno was surely a man who would gladly abandon normal instruments. At first I thought about Einsturzende Neubauten, Blixa Bargeld and co. using homemade instruments constructed from scrap metal and tools, wielding angle grinders, hammers and metal plates and with jackhammers drilling through the stage at the ICA. This is Kollaps, eight minutes of industrial and experimental sounds from West Berlin in 1981...

I also remembered Jagz Kooner and Gary Burns describing Sabres Of Paradise recording what would become Sabresonic in London in 1993 and they mic'ed up Gary banging a scaffolding pole with a wrench and shaking a tray of matches to create the drum and percussion sounds for Smokebelch. 

Smokebelch (Exit)

Back in October 1988 I went to a gig at Liverpool Royal Court, a triple bill headlined by Billy Bragg with support from Michelle Shocked. The first act on the bill were The Beatnigs, a San Francisco band who combined punk, industrial and hip hop and played the bonnet of a VW Beetle with metal chains, a rotary saw and a grinder. I don't have any Beatnigs recordings but Michael Franti and Rono Tse would go on to become The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy and reworked one of the songs from Beatnig days in the new band, a hip hop/ spoken word, alt/ industrial classic from 1992. 

Television, The Drug Of the Nation

Lastly I thought about Tom Waits and especially 1999's Mule Variations, an album which uses normal instruments- brass, violin, bass, guitars, harp, pump organ and also turntables and samples- but sounds like it was made in a junkyard using bits of metal and old car parts. What's he building in there?

Feel free to abandon normal instruments and give up your suggestions in the comment box

Am I Conscious Now?

Am I Conscious Now? is the latest release on Jason Boardman's Before I Die label, an album that gets its full release today. Hawksmoor (James McKeown) has been making music since 2017 and in that time has released thirteen albums and EPs. It's ambient with a side dose of cosmische/ krautrock, expansive and immersive and full of textures. 

For this latest work, James undertook some extensive experimentation and research with a psychedelic compound called 5- MeO-DMT, a substance found naturally in some plants and in the glands of toads found in the Colorado River. Many people who've used it describe it as producing a mystical experience and what Hawksmoor himself describes as a 'total psychological reset'. He adds, 'It completely changed my life, outlook and perspective'. Not something to be taken lightly then. Am I Conscious Now? is a musical/ ambient response to that experience.

Trying to describe ambient music sometimes feels like a fool's game at the best of times. 'Language doesn't really work', James/ Hawksmoor says about the use of psychedelics, 'it's everything and nothing'. He followed this by saying that his experiences with 5-MeO-DMT culminated with him feeling like he was reborn. 

The album is it goes without saying a bit of a trip, a haunting but beautiful record that works best as one single piece. There are drones and oscillations, the Moog and Organele M producing long sounds that rise and fall. Opener Amygdalla Opening is the entry, a two note drone, layers of synths combining to push and pull. Golden Dolphins follows, chords and chatter, single key notes and an acoustic guitar, the sound of dolphin squeals and whistles and a wordless human voice. It's either deep below the surface or very high above it. Waves of echo and elements of sound bouncing back and forth. Flooding A Maze (In Slow Motion) is golden guitar chords strummed slowly and dancing, ringing sounds, things shifting slightly as the track unfolds, a diagram or oil pattern slipping in and out of focus. Towards the end a bleep comes through, like someone far away trying to make contact. On Urdhva Hastasna (a Yoga pose, the raised hands pose) two guitars pick their way round each other, one a circling finger picked part and the other a counterpoint. Behind them, there's a hazy backdrop of cosmic synth sounds. Infinite Tapestry sounds ancient, what could be a dulcimer or some other archaic instrument pressed into psychedelic service, notes and drones and ringing sounds. Water droplets fall, the guitar returns, synth whooshes rush in, a track that has both motion and stillness- the sense of sitting still while the world moves around you. 

Side two offers more. Ti Kallisti has piano and reverb, ambience that suggests... I don't know, emptiness? Fulfillment? The past? Now? Adviata swims back towards the drones and the submersion sounds, a voice possibly appearing along with an Indian sounding guitar part. Clear Light breaks the surface and lets the light in- a voice singing an ah ah ah ah part, beamed in from an ashram in 1967, George Harrison drifting in to Hawksmoor's ambient world. Into The White Sun changes the sound and tone again, bass guitar notes, cosmische drones coming via Cluster or Harmonia, the pastoral kraut sounds of mid- 70s West Germany. Our trip ends with Astromeria, three minutes of ending, the bass guitar again prodding away, warm and woody, the synths like flares of light, blasts of horn and disembodied vocals, a landing, a coming round or coming to. 

As I said, writing about ambient music can sometimes feel like a fool's game, trying to describe sounds and the feelings they provoke. Some of what's written above might look like nonsense in the cold light of day and Am I Conscious Now? is much more than I can sum up in a few paragraphs. It feels like a profound and intense album, not the kind of ambient to put on in the background but a record to immerse yourself inside and be open to the effect it might have.  

You can buy or listen to it here. 

How We Gonna Kick It?

Sometimes I think that there is no finer sound than that of The Beastie Boys in full flight in the mid- 90s. Take Root Down for example...

Root Down

A Jimmy Smith bass loop, vinyl crackle and wah wah guitar and then the three Beasties chucking rhymes and lines around, referencing Dick Hyman, Sweetie Pie, The Meters, the Fruit of The Loom guys and Ad Rock's killer line in the first verse, 'Everybody know I'm known for dropping science'.

 Later on they break off for the immortal and ever usable line, 'Oh my God that's the funky shit!' before jumping straight back in with more verses, lines and imagery flashing by like a graffiti covered train- the NY subway system, the Zulu Nation, Grandmaster Flash, Kool Moe Dee and Bob Marley are all in there before they finish with a nod to their producer Mario C, 'That's a record, that's a record 'cause of Mario'. 

There's so much energy and innovation in those few minutes, the samples and the arrangement, the voices, the dynamics... they had it all. The Beastie Boys were a visual experience as well as an audio one- here's the video. 

The mid- 90s come flooding back watching that don't they? 

Root Down was released in May 1995 as an EP with various versions of the song and some live songs, including Something's Got To Give On It, a stoned and slow anti- war jam song, the three Beasties on guitar, bass and drums, all loose and funky. This is the studio version as found on 1994's seminal Ill Communication.

Something's Got To Give

The Humans Will Destroy Us

Le Carousel's second album has been a long time in the making and finally arrived last week, ten years after the first one. It was worth the wait. Belfast based producer, DJ and composer Phil Kieran, the man behind Le Carousel, has made one of 2026's best albums to date, a blend of electronics and guitars, drum machines and synths, cosmische, shoegaze, ambient, dark disco and psychedelia, that nods its head in sound and tone towards Andrew Weatherall and David Holmes and that asks some big questions that are particularly apposite- what's happening to us? Are we going to destroy the planet and ourselves? Are we going out by climate collapse or war? Is it too late to save ourselves? 

Light The Flare stutters into life, a drum machine, a grinding bassline and a wash of synths and then several layered voices, 'This ship's going  down/ Can anyone see?' Then comes a response- 'we're not alone'- as synth arpeggios splash across the top. 'There's always someone there'. This runs into Everyone Is Gone, a shoegaze/ psychedelic guitar piece with blasts of synth and keys. The Good One is a psychedelic cosmische glide- by, followed by Destroy Us,  where there's a touch of Spiritualized in the drone of the organ chords, a slow mo analogue song with hand drum percussion and shakers that builds gradually, multi- tracked vocals coming in, unfolding over six minutes, heading towards a fragile optimism and the counter- intuitive angelic vocal, 'destroy us'. The humans are asking for it. 

Side one ends with We're All Gonna Hurt, a dark disco/ acid house delight that first saw the dark of day last year, motorik drum machine beat with layers of Giorgio Morodor syths and keys and a ghostly male- female vocal pairing, 'I want to take you away/ This way/ Sooner or later/ We're all gonna hurt'. The machines and the voices sound like they could go on forever in an endless loop of dystopic disco delight.

Flip The Humans Will Destroy Us over and Echo Spiegel opens side two, spacey Vangelis Blade Runner chords and thumping club rhythms. Parabolic is all squelchy Space Echo and wobbly vintage synths. The analogue synths and warm widescreen production root these songs partly in 1970s West Germany and partly in the late 80s/ early 90s acid house/ Screamadelica days and it sits alongside David Holmes' Blind On A Galloping Horse too, another 2020s album made in Belfast that tries to get to grips with the state of the world around it. Rough Ending fades in gently, a lullaby that suddenly goes widescreen, a wall of synths and the ghost of Peter Hook's bass. 

Goodbye My Friends- we're getting close to the end now- is strummed guitar chords and more of those floating angelic vocals, wah wah synth and hissy drum machine, Spacemen 3 at the end of their journey, Screamdelica crashed and burned. Beautifully warm, embracing departure. The Humans Will Destroy Us concludes with You're Killing Me Inside- twinkling sounds, long organ chords, FX, acres of space, and a female voice backed by a male one, 'I love you/ You're the best thing/ I love you/ But you're killing me inside'. I don't think it's an individual they're singing too. It could be a lover or a partner but more likely, I think, it's us a species, it's all of us. 

What a way to go.

You can buy The Humans Will Destroy Us digitally at Bandcamp. I think all the vinyl's all gone but there might be some in shops. It is, I think you may have picked up by now, highly recommended. 

Innocent Reprise

A Mountain Of One have recently called it a day. The band, built around the core duo of Mo Morris and Zeben Jameson and joined by Leo Elstob, formed in London in 2005 and released music in two phases- the first between 2007 and 2010 and the second in 2019- 2023. In the late 00s they were part of a new Balearic scene, with the phrases yacht rock and cosmic disco frequently thrown in. Their music always had a dark edge to it, a slightly frazzled sun burnt psychedelia that kept them the right side of the soft rock/ yacht rock dividing line- for me anyway. Their 2022 album Stars Planet Dust Me was one of my favourites from that year, with its singles Dealer, Custard's Last Stand and various remixes (Andy Bell/ GLOK, Midfield General). 

In 2007 they released two EPs, titled EP1 and EP 2 and then collected them on a CD called Collected Works. EP2 is a trip, five tracks that come clad in a reflective gold sleeve and on side 1 Innocent Line and Innocent Reprise. 

Innocent Reprise

Birdsong, echoes, repeating guitar notes, then the tck-tck- tck- tck of a cymbal, a circling guitar riff beamed in from the late 60s/ late 80s and we're off on a ride. There's a flute and some organ and then some delicious backwards guitar. A deep and rich psychedelic stew, Balearic, yes, but it's not residing in the poolside cocktail lounge, but somewhere a little messier altogether. 

Monday's Long Songs

Spring has sprung recently- the days are getting longer, evenings are lighter and the sun was out last week and on Saturday, temperatures reaching mid- teens. At the weekend people were wearing shorts and sunglasses round south Manchester (it felt a little early in the year for shorts to me but each to his own). 

While searching for something else I found Music To Watch Seeds Grow by Brian d'Souza, released in February. The seven tracks are ambient, a musical accompaniment to research about how sunflowers interact below the soil. Apparently in nutrient rich soil competing sunflowers exhibit spatial awareness and show a sense of co- operation- they share rich soil, avoid competing and position themselves to benefit each other. 

'They deliberately root elsewhere to avoid conflict', Brian says, 'demonstrating that co- existence can be a stronger biological drive than dominance'. In other words, sunflowers reject the survival of the fittest. 

Brian turned this phenomenon into music. The final track on Music To Watch Seeds Grow is Hector's Sunflower, a nine minute piece of twinkling ambient music made by capturing biodata from his son's sunflower and turning it into sound via his own modular synth. And if that isn't a good way to start the week, I don't know what is. Listen to Hector's Sunflower here. The whole thing, Music to Watch Seeds Grow 007, is here. 

The sunflowers in my photo were in a neighbour's garden in 2022. Sunflowers have become part of the world of Isaac's death and his grave. In summer 2022 when sunflower season started I took some each time we visited him at the cemetery and they took on a some kind of meaning. The turn from winter to spring and the appearance of sunflowers in the shops is something I look forward to now each year. Someone left some Lego sunflowers at his grave last year and they're still there, adding a splash of colour through the grey of winter. 

I've just noticed too while writing this that today is the 23rd, a nice coincidence to go with Isaac's 23s. 

Back in 1994 Dutch duo Quazar were joined by Underworld's Karl Hyde, electronic trance from Utrecht and stream of consciousness words from Romford in perfect harmony for a sublime nine minutes. 

Sunflower

Humanity As An Act Of Resistance

David Holmes returned to NTS for his monthly God's Waiting Room last week, a two hour long show that sequences speeches and excerpts into his musical selections. The speeches include comments on Donald Trump's Middle East fiasco, Ted Cruz, the Epstein Files, bombing a girl's school in Tehran, the state of Israel, the blockade of Cuba, the lunatic Christian Maga fringe, ICE, Ram Dass, Howard Zinn and more. In between and around these there are songs from Shockheaded Peters, Aphex Twin, Little Annie, Country Joe and The Fish, Sandals and DSS, Primal Scream, Grian Chatten, and Habitat Ensemble. The full track list is here. 

Humanity As An Act Of Resistance can be listened to here. 

Some people say pop and politics shouldn't mix, but some people are wrong. Music is made by people who live in the real world, it isn't just entertainment. 

Grian Chatten's band Fontaines DC have contributed a song to the latest War Child album, Help 2 (a sequel to 1995's Help). War Child raises money to help children affected by warfare and conflict. Fontaines have covered Sinead O'Connor's Black Boys On Mopeds, a song that in 1990 highlighted Margaret Thatcher's hypocrisy. One of her hypocrisies. 

'England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses/ It's the home of police who kill Black boys on mopeds.'

In 1990 Sinead sang it at the BBC on The Late Show. In 1989 police chased Nicholas Bramble. He was on a moped they suspected him of stealing- he hadn't stolen it, it belonged to him. As they chased him he careered off the road and crashed. He later died of his injuries. Colin Roach, a black man from Hackney, was arrested and died in a police station of a gunshot wound- the verdict was suicide but few believed this and a cover up was suspected. Calls for an inquiry were ignored. Both men are remembered in the song. 

Oblique Saturdays

A series for Saturdays in 2026 inspired by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt's set of cards, Oblique Strategies (Over One Hundred Worthwhile Dilemmas). Eno and Schmidt created them to be used to unblock creative impasses and approach problems from unexpected angles. Each week I'll turn over an Oblique Strategy card and post a song or songs inspired by the suggestion. 

Last week's card said 'Disconnect from desire'.

Disconnection from desire came via Gala, The Beastie Boys and Scritti Politti. From the Bagging Area readership pool, Ernie was in first with Alessandro Moreschi, L. Braynstemmmmm suggested Kraftwerk's Computer Love, Rol offered Claudie Frish- Mentrop and Expendables' Man With No Desire and Jase gave us Sinead and I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got. Chris also offered Sinead's second album and suggested the Apple Brightness Mix of I Am Stretched On Your Grave which has a sample of How Soon Is Now buried within it.  

This week's card said this- Breathe more deeply.

Good advice. Useful for dealing with stress, increasing mood and focus. 

In the studio breathing more deeply could be interpreted as an instruction to let the music breathe, to slow it down, leave more space between the notes, focus on what you're not playing as much as what you are. It makes me think of Basic Channel, the Berlin techno duo who made dub- techno so minimal, so stripped down that it almost became something not music- just pure sound, a breathing exercise. 

This one is fifteen minutes long and from 1994. The dull thud of a muffled kick drum, a ball of barely there static, a repeating synth sound. Inhale exhale.  

Quadrant Dub I

I also thought of this from Deanne Day, a mid- 90s pseudonym used by Andrew Weatherall and David Harrow on three 12" singles. D and A. Andrew had dropped out of view a little post- Sabres, a choice to shun from the bright lights and the greasy pole. Blood Sugar was a deep house/ dub techno night he put on and Deanne Day fits in very well with that sound- kick drum, hiss of hi hat, lots of space, that vocal sample, 'I can hardly breathe', and a bassline to groove to. Another nearly fifteen minute long track.

Hardly Breathe

Inhale exhale. Calm in repetition. 

Later on the vocal becomes, 'When you stand there/ When you stand naked/ Looking at you'. Less calming perhaps. 

The synths swirl, the drums drop out, the bass bumps away, the snare rattles. A few minutes later (and nothing happens in a rush in Hardly Breathe, everything plays out for bars, unfolds in its own time) a long two note chord moves in. 

Andrew had a thing when making records around this time, as Deanne Day or Blood Sugar. There could only be four elements going on at once. If you wanted to add a new sound, you had to remove one. It kept it minimal and focused. Restrictions as a creative tool- which sounds like an Oblique Strategy. 

Feel free to make your own Breathe more deeply responses into the comments box. 

Primal And Unholy

Two new releases, single tracks and both out this week. On Tuesday Prana Crafter, a Washington state based solo artist who has tended to the ambient and beatific previously, released a furious and transcendental guitar instrumental called Unholy Wars accompanied by the statement 'ALL wars are unholy wars'. Prana Crafter's guitar starts out ringing, some feedback, the amp and fuzz front and centre. The tone gets darker a minute in, unmistakably angry and frustrated at the state of the world. Stop- start riffs. Single notes rippling on top. Hendrix at Woodstock. Neil Young and Ohio. War pigs. It speeds up, faster- punk's inchoate fury. A smoked out coda, the amp being pushed to its limits. Space rock for peace cadets. 

Unholy is at Bandcamp, free/ pay what you want. 

Yesterday Stourbridge's acid house/ dark Balearica/ cosmic chug king Dirt Bogarde released Primal, a six minute thumper, bursts of distorted synths over gnarly bass. The kick drum continues relentlessly, and the hoover synth sounds increase, ratcheting the tension higher. The serious business of dark dance music, the flipside to sunshine and love. Midnight tension. Strobe lit and losing track of time. 

Primal is at Bandcamp, price one pound. 

A Thousand Threads

I recently read Neneh Cherry's autobiography A Thousand Threads. It's a reflective and honest look at her extraordinary, bohemian life, a life with moments and people that leave you feeling she was near the centre of almost everything that was interesting. Her childhood was unconventional and filled with experiences. Her mother Moki, a Swedish artist and 60s beatnik met Ahmadu Jah in Stockholm. He was a student on a scholarship, one of six men who left from Sierra Leone to study engineering. They moved in together and Moki got pregnant. Not long after, when she was five months pregnant, Moki found out that Ahmadu and monogamy were incompatible. Neneh was born in 1964. The year before Moki had met musician Don Cherry. When Ahmadu moves on, amicably, Moki and Don get together at a jazz gig in Stockholm and become a couple. Neneh is from thereon the child of three parents. 

Moki and Don spend Neneh's childhood shuttling between a life in idyllic Sweden, the family living in a converted school house that Moki has made the centre of her world, one where art and family life are one and the same, a home and performance space, and life in 70s New York. Don is a heroin addict and when in New York he often disappears for a couple of days to 'take care of some business'. The family accept Don's addiction and work with him and it but the terror of Don not coming home or dying in their flat creates a lifetime of issues for everyone. 

As well as Sweden and new York the family move to London. Neneh is transformed by punk, meets and befriends Ari Up, joins The Slits, starts a relationship with Bruce Smith (drummer in The Pop Group and later The Slits and New Age Steppers), has a child (at 16!), splits up with Bruce, meets Cameron McVeigh (producer of Massive Attack), makes her solo album, appears on Top Of the Pops eight months pregnant... its a whirl of art and culture and life, Neneh constantly inspired and inspiring. 

She's honest too- she admits that the moving around of her childhood was something she continued into her adult life and that maybe her own children might have benefited from a more stable home life. She l about her spiraling alcohol issues that follow Moki's death and the long periods where she writes and releases nothing, totally consumed by being a mother. 

One of the most affecting chapters describes her first visit to Sierra Leone. She arrives in full punk clobber, army boots and trousers, a Clash t- shirt and leather jacket, and as she is taken in by her African relatives she discovers and embraces that side of her family. When she returns to the UK and appears in the Earthbeat video (from The Slits second album) she is wearing the African clothing she brought back with her. 

Writing the book as a grandparent, she is clearly still getting her head round some of it. She is as proud of her achievements as a women and a mother as her ones as a musician. Race and sex are never far from the story. Her upbringing in Sweden as the only mixed race kid in the school. Her fusion of punk, hip hop and street soul into Buffalo Stance. Her adventures as a teen in New York's early 80s downtown clubland. Her first transatlantic flight as a five year old (flying solo, aged five). A trip to Japan as part of Ray Petri's Buffalo posse with The Face. An international smash hit single in the 90s with Youssou N'Dour.  It's all there and more. She's funny, wise and insightful, unapologetic in some ways but clear minded too and has lived a life. 

Some music...

Buffalo Stance is one of the late 80s best pop singles, a streetwise and sassy piece of pop- hip hop scratching and house grooves with Bomb The Bass' Tim Simenon producing (it was worked up from a B-side for a Stock Aitken and Waterman single Looking Good Diving that husband Cameron McVey and Jamie Murphy had recorded). Buffalo was Ray Petri's outfit, a bunch of artists, models, musicians and stylists who enjoyed a burst of fame in mid- to- late London. A Buffalo Stance is an attitude, a mode of survival in urban life- 'We always hang in a buffalo stance/  We do the dive every time we dance'.

Buffalo Stance

Woman came out nearly a decade later, a riposte to James Brown's It's A Man's Man's World and song about female empowerment. Dramatic strings that echo James Brown's, trip hop beats and written at a  time when fame was on the verge of destabilising her completely. 

Woman

Blank Project came out in 2014, an album produced by Keiran Four Tet Hebden. Sparse, minimal, electronics via jazz and soul. Uncompromising. I loved it back in 2014 and haven't listened to it for ages- it still sounds like a powerful piece of music.  

Blank Project

Exploding In Society's Eye

Spectators Of Suicide- how's that for a typically early Manic Street Preachers song title?- was on the You Love Us EP in 1991, the last thing the band released on Heavenly before they moved to Columbia. The EP's sleeve is also typically Manics with Beatrice Dalle as Betty Blue, Karl Marx, Robert Johnson and Travis Bickle all jostling for attention among brightly coloured cut and paste newspaper headline lettering. The title track is Manics punk, huge anthemic choruses, massive guitars and an arrogance that outweighed their then sales. 

Spectators Of Suicide could be by a completely different band- slowed down, ringing guitars, a sample of  Black Panther Bobby Seale saying he's gonna go down 'to the whole damn government and say ''stick em up motherfuckers we've come for what's ours''. The rippling guitar chords and notes and restrained vocals shimmer rather than slash and burn, the drums are in the room, the production is all about feel and tone. They sound like they're feeling their way into something.

Spectators Of Suicide  

Richie's lyrics take in democracy as a lie, obedience, choice (or lack of it), smoking as a lifestyle choice, advertising... concluding with James singing over the coda, 'You gonna shoot us dead/ With decadence'. 

The band re- recorded it for Generation Terrorists, an amped up, glam rock version in line with the rest of the album (although you can hear some of Motorcycle Emptiness's wasted beauty in the original version I think). In 2020 they did it again with Gwenno sharing the vocals, two versions (one sung in English and one in Welsh) in aid of two charities, Missing People and the Trussell Trust. You can get both of those here. Bigger, older and wiser- but I still prefer the first version and its demo quality. 

Iridescent

Indonesian five piece band Strange Fruit have an album out next month- Drips- which crosses the streams between cosmische, dreamy blissed out indie dance and shoegaze. The songs available so far, Iridescent and Monopolar, are floaty and chuggy, a splash landing in the sea where guitars meet electronics. Repetition as an end in itself, sun kissed vocal melodies, guitars and synths bathed in psychedelic light. Both of these should slow your circulation right down. 

Ahead of the rest of the album Strange Fruit have put out some remixes. Tom Furse of The Horrors takes Monopolar and slows it down, reverb soaked drums and FX with a heavy undertow. The vocals sound even more sleepy. 

Hardway Bros Sean Johnston has given Strange Fruit three new versions of Monopolar to play with- wisely they're releasing all three. The Hardway Bros Remix is a slo mo affair, an electronic squiggle riding on the top, a hypnotic and streamlined remix that glides off into the sunset. Jakarta via ALFOS. Sean's Live At The SSL Dub comes out shortly and is worth waiting for, a slowed down and laid back Hardway Bros version. 

Drips is out at Bandcamp. Find it here.  

Monday's Long Song

Echo and The Bunnymen are touring at the moment and walked into some difficulties last week with a few hit and miss reviews and a last minute cancelled gig in Manchester. They got back underway at Bristol and seem to be back on track but all is not well if you read between the lines. I've seen them several times in the last few years and always had a good night out- those songs, Ian in good voice, Will's guitar playing- but at some gigs others have attended Ian hasn't always been at his best and this seems to have been the case last week. Hopefully, he's OK. 

In 2013 Will and original bass playing Bunnyman Les Pattinson formed a side band, Poltergeist, a trio of cosmic explorers with Will very much free to indulge his psychedelic guitar dreams. The eight instrumental songs on Your Mind Is A Box (Let Us Fill It With Wonder) are all worthy of the time spent with them, Will and Les mining 70s cosmische, 60s psyche and scouse adventurism to fine effect. Over half the songs on the album stretch out over six minutes- this one, Cathedral, opens the record and gathers a head of steam, Will's guitars shimmering and careering over some lovely bass playing from Les. 

Cathedral

In the 70s, as Liverpool's punk scene spun into being Will lived on a flat with Paul Simpson (Teardrop Explodes, The Wild Swans, Care, solo, author, smart dresser) halfway between the city's pair of famous cathedrals. Leaving his front door and turning left or right would bring either the Anglican one or the Modernist Catholic one immediately into view. I've always assumed that this track is a tribute to one or the other or both. 

Forty Minutes Of Arthur Russell

Firstly I should probably admit to being in no way an expert on Arthur Russell. I've got various tracks and a handful of albums but don't feel like I've done much more than scratched the surface of his music and on top of that I always feel with Russell's music there's something unknowable about it, something just out of reach. Sometimes it feels like his songs drift by like they've been caught by the breeze. I often feel like I'm slightly out of step when listening to them- but when they hit though, when the penny drops, they have a deep impact. 

Arthur was a cellist, producer, singer and songwriter from Iowa who moved to New York in the mid- 70s and became very much a part of the Manhattan avant garde scene and then New York's disco world. He recorded dance music as Dinosaur L and moved in circles with Peter Gordon, Talking Heads, Allen Ginsburg and Nicky Siano. He released only two albums during his lifetime- 1983's Tower Of Meaning (an orchestral piece) and 1986's weird and wonderful World Of Echo (cello and voice, dub disco and acres of space and echo) plus an album as Dinosaur L 24- 24. Arthur died in 1992 from AIDS related illnesses. In the years since his death a series of albums have been released, putting more and more previously unheard Arthur Russell songs out into the world and his reputation and influence have grown and grown. 2004's Calling Out Of Context is as good a place to start with the posthumous releases along with The World Of Arthur Russell from the same year. 

This mix is based on my incomplete knowledge of Arthur's music and isn't much more than some of my favourites thrown together in an order that seemed pleasing. 

Forty Minutes Of Arthur Russell

• A Little Lost
• In The Light Of A Miracle
• Time Away
• Calling Out Of Context
• See Through Love
• In The Corn Belt (Larry Levan Mix)
• I Like You!
• That's Us- Wild Combination
• Let's Go Swimming

A Little Lost jumps in with Arthur singing 'I'm a little lost/ Without You/ That could be an understatement...' accompanied by his cello and warm, wobbly echo. It came out on the posthumous album Another Thought, the first recordings released after his death in 1993 and is a good scene setter for Arthur's music- all those weird, non- obvious qualities that make his songs so unique. See Through Love is from the same album, a song that bubbles and echoes, as if recorded underwater. 

In The Light Of A Miracle was another unreleased during his lifetime track, one that came out on Philip Glass's insistence on Another Thought. It was a Loft classic (David Mancuso's NY invite only underground dance party/ space) and has been remixed various times to transcendent effect. The version here is the original mix, a shapeshifting, otherworldly piece of music, impossible to pin down, floating in some space between avant garde, disco dub and house- while sounding like none of those. 

Time Away is from Love Is Overtaking Me, a record that is an outlier in the Russell catalogue- no jazz inflected disco or avant garde cello and space experiments but more traditional songs, just voice and acoustic guitar. Time Alone is minimal and naive, a song about tidying up his room, Modern Lovers indebted perhaps. 'I'm taking time away/ To dream'.

Calling Out Of Context is a collection of songs Arthur recored between 1985 and 1990, released in 2004 and containing some of his most brilliant work- the title track blends voice, percussion, guitar and keys and boundless experimentation to create something really special. That's Us- Wild Combination is from the same record, a joyous anthem with Jennifer Warnes sharing vocals. It seems to me that one of the main presences on these tracks, the main sounds, is New York, the spaces and rooms and spirit of the world he lived in. I Like You! is also from Calling Out Of Context, a strange and murky stew, electronics, cello, percussion and voice. 

In The Corn Belt was one of Arthur's Dinosaur L tracks, NY dance music remixed by Larry Levan, the man who DJed for a decade at Paradise Garage, splicing dub and disco, hugely influential and pioneering post- disco/ pre- house scene, playing records on turntables with live synths and drum machines. 

Let's Go Swimming is the final song on World Of Echo, a short and simple meditation and a totally unconventional marriage of cello, folk/ disco, tape delay and voice-

'To the north part of it
The country I was made to
Cause were you been I go
That's where you'll always go
I'm banging on your door
Up in the big blue sky
When you let the water in'

Oblique Saturdays

A series for Saturdays in 2026 inspired by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt's set of cards, Oblique Strategies (Over One Hundred Worthwhile Dilemmas). Eno and Schmidt created them to be used to unblock creative impasses and approach problems from unexpected angles. Each week I'll turn over an Oblique Strategy card and post a song or songs inspired by the suggestion. 

Last week's card said this- Put in earplugs.

I went with My Bloody Valentine and Bob Mould, both of whom play really loud and earplugs are probably recommended. They hand them out to people entering My Bloody Valentine gigs. Jase and Darren both agreed about MBV. Walter said Motorhead made him wish he'd worn earplugs and Chris saw Pixies and compared it to the CIA blasting Noriega out of his complex with extreme volume. 

Drazil went for a more considered approach and the idea that if you put earplugs in and then listen to music (or make it as Eno intended) then you start to feel the music around you- vibrations, muffled bass, texture. This made him think of Burial and the track In McDonalds. 

This week's card is this... Disconnect from desire

In 1997 Italian artist Gala released Freed From Desire, a Eurodance single that was a hit across Europe. How far it is actually about being freed from desire I don't know- the lyrics are about Gala's love interest, who's 'got no money, he's got his strong beliefs' and how other people just want more and more but 'freedom and love/ that's what he's looking for/ freed from desire/ mind and senses purified'. 

Free From Desire has since become attached to football matches, firstly from fans of various clubs including Bohemian FC of Dublin, Stevenage, Bristol City, Wigan Athletic and the Northern Ireland national side.

Being free from desire is a state I'd associate with those who enter monastic orders, Buddhists, people who renounce worldly pleasures in search of a higher level of being. Desire would equate with sex and lust, the longing for material goods, wealth, status and some of those deadly sins- lust, avarice, envy, gluttony. People who choose to disconnect from desire would presumably disconnect from music too- the purchasing of music in a physical form can't be compatible with being disconnected from desire, although I can imagine some music/ sound being useful for assisting in meditation. Gong baths and sound therapy are currently very popular and probably happening in a hall somewhere nearby. 

Adam Yauch (MCA) of the Beastie Boys embraced Buddhism and on 1994 recorded Bodhisatva Vow, marking the New York threesome entering a more gentle and wiser state- 'As I develop the wakening mind/ I praise the Buddhas as they shine'. 

On Bodhisatva Vow MCA's spiritual growth concludes thus...

'For the rest of my lifetimes and even beyond I vow to do my best, to do no harm And in times of doubt, I can think on the Dharma And the Enlightened Ones who've graduated Samsar'

Which is some distance from fight for your right to party. On 1998's Instant Death MCA reflects on the death of a friend to a drug overdose and of his mother and hopes for something else- the musical box/ toy piano melody and soft acoustic guitar backing with whispered vocals make this possibly the most affecting Beastie Boys song.

Instant Death

I've been listening to Scritti Politti a lot this week, after the forty minute Green Gartside mix I did last Sunday. Early Scritti and Green had desire on their minds a lot. Some aspects of early 80s post- punk was anti- commercial, anti- consumerist, anti- sexist, anti- advertising. Being anti- desire fitted in to that somewhere, rejecting the products that capitalism wanted to sell you, using sex to sell to sell cars and lipsticks, lager and cigarettes.

In 1981 Scritti Politti released The 'Sweetest Girl' with its B- side Lions After Slumber. The title comes from a line by Percy Bysshe Shelley, written in 1819 after the Peterloo Massacre which suggests the song is about revolution but the majority of the lyric is a list of desires and needs- diplomacy, security, hope and ice cream in the first line alone. Lions After Slumber was re- recorded for the 1981 album Songs To Remember, Green's loves and desires over a funk bassline and bright early 80s synth pop.

Lions After Slumber

A year later Green returned to love and desire on the song Jacques Derrida. Green said the song was inspired by the French poststructuralist philosopher and about 'It's about how powerful and contradictory the politics of desire are. About being torn between all things glamorous and reactionary and all things glamorous and leftist. Then in the rap it dispenses with both in favour of desire'. The song, lighter than air and catchy as flu, is a total joy and in no way disconnected from desire. 'Desire', Green sings, 'is so voracious/ I wanna eat your nation state'

Jacques Derrida

And that's all I've got on this one for the moment. Feel free to make your own Disconnected from desire suggestions in the comment box. 

Snubhole Voltaire

A return to Snub TV today, one from 1989 and one from 1990. In 1989 Texan experimental psychedelic punks Butthole Surfers arrived on Snub. The band pursued extremes to their outer limits- hardcore punk, noise, chaos, drugs, tape edits. They were not a mainstream band and were not looking for mainstream approval. Their appearance on early evening BBC 2 must rank as one of Snub's finest achievements. 

Snub caught the Buttholes at their home studio and asked them some questions which were answered in absurdist style. Note the size of some band members irises during the interview section- substances may have been consumed. The band then play live, filmed at a gig where they take sludgy 80s slowcore punk to new levels.

In 1987 Butthole Surfers released an album, Locust Abortion Technician, a record that captures them somewhere in the midst of art rock, noise and weird metal. Sweat Loaf samples/ covers Black Sabbath and opens with some lovely chords and then goes seriously leftfield with an exchange between a father and a son...

'Daddy?
Yes, son.
What does regret mean?
Well son, the funny thing about regret is that it's better to regret
Something you have done than
To Regret something that you haven't done
And by the way, If you see your mom this weekend, will you be sure and
Tell her...
SATAN SATAN SATAN!!!'

Sweat Loaf

I'm not sure they still make bands like Butthole Surfers.

A year later, March 1990, electronic/ industrial pioneers Cabaret Voltaire were on Snub. 

Cabaret Voltaire were punk before punk, making their own instruments, sampling, looping tapes, using video and film, hitching a ride with punk but not really playing in the same park. 1981's Yashar and their adoption of synths and sequencers saw them move into new territories- Sensoria, Don't Argue, Hypnotised are all shown in this ten minute clip and all sound like they were leading while others followed. The interviews and footage in the Snub clip shows how ahead of their time they were, and in some ways, still were in 1990. Richard H Kirk played a key role in the development of techno with Sweet Exorcists' Testone. 

Sensoria

Sunset Wasp

More new music, the third new releases post this week. I was talking to another blogger recently and we agreed that continuing to find new ways to describe and write about new music can be difficult. There's only so many ways to describe a combination of drums, synths, guitars, bass, vocals, production and FX and there's always the risk that you just end up repeating yourself, writing the same lines over and over. Writing about older music is easier- there's often a story or memory attached or the song has a history to be traced. But there's so much new music out there and so much of it is good and worth sharing- that's the trick I guess, sharing the enthusiasm for new music that might otherwise go unnoticed. 

Here goes with some more, two new tracks by unrelated artists but which have something in common, a similar tone maybe. A feel. 

SUSS are an ambient- Americana trio who I have written about before. Their blend of synths, guitars and pedal steel creates a sound which is very much North American and often conjures up imagery of open roads, desert landscapes, tarmac unspooling in front a windscreen, the white line disappearing into the horizon, roadside truckstops, cactus and vending machines, and arriving somewhere in the middle of the night and there not being a soul around. The new album is called Counting Sunsets and there are ten pieces of music, all called Sunset and given a number. 

Sunset II is slow and melancholic, a synth backdrop punctuated by acoustic guitar notes and keening pedal steel and according to SUSS is preoccupied with 'memory and the slow erosion of time'. 

This side of the Atlantic Halifax/ Manchester trio The Orielles are gearing up for what could be one of 2026's most affecting albums, a record called Only You Left. On Tuesday they released the fourth song from it ahead of its full release at the end of this week. Wasp follows Tears Are, You Are Eating Part Of Yourself and Three Halves...

Wasp is more direct than those three, with foregrounded drums and bass and a staccato guitar riff that becomes full, fuzzy chords in the chorus. The three previous releases from the album all hinted at something, showed rather than told, improvisation but with song structure behind it, an ambient guitar crossed with noise feel. Singer Esme's words on all four songs released so far seem fairly free form, poetic and profound, lamenting something perhaps. Wasp maybe less so- the song was written in Islington Mill in Salford in a studio with a wasp infestation. 

Still Boogie

One of 2026's early album treats was Number's Pollinate, a ten track dance/ post- punk/ punk funk affair from the Red Snapper duo of Rich Thair and Ali Friend. This A Certain Ratio rework of Amber ratchets the buzz and the rhythms up a few notches too. A vinyl release of Pollinate is happening- get it here. 

As well as Number and Red Snapper Rich Thair records as Dicky Continental and has recently remixed Hungarian artist Doktorhokashi and his track It's Still Boogie...

The drums rattle in like a New York subway train, the bass rumbles and a nagging synth part works its way through. The vocals, slightly lower in the mix, and a repeated 'Hey!' echoed by a softer 'boogie'. The sound of the Hungarian underground. Out on Budapest's Mana Mana Records and available here. 

An Officer And A Sister

Officer John is from Dublin, a mysterious solo outfit (expanding to four for gigs) led by Niall Rogers, recording for the equally mysterious Dublin label Wah Wah Wino. Information is scarce and it feels like that's the way Officer John likes it. I was tipped off by a conversation at the Golden Lion recently and then a post at Ban Ban Ton Ton. The most recent release is a June 2025 song called Handle which drifts in on a bed of FX and then a nicely early 90s shuffly drum break. A fluid guitar line drizzles down and then a softly sung vocal. Psyche- Balearica anyone?

Over at Bandcamp there are a handful of other tracks. Stay kicks in with a beautifully distorted guitar and rattly drums and a Spacemen 3 level sleepy vocal. Pass is led by thumping drums, another cool guitar riff and some FX. The vocal sounds like the singer has been woken just a few minutes before the Record button was pressed. Blissed out indie dance from Dublin suddenly seems like a very good idea. There's more here plus dates for a tour in April which includes a stop off at the Castle on Oldham Street. 

From Dublin to Muscle Shoals- Sister Ray Davies make shoegaze/ guitar dream pop, a duo from Alabama who released an album last year themed around Holy Island, Northumbria. Alabaman shoegaze based around 6th century Celtic Christianity is pretty rare on the ground and I really liked it- and then in the way that often happens in an accelerated internet culture I forgot about it. Last week Sister Ray Davies announced a new EP, Holy Island Baby which will come with two Pye Corner Audio remixes among its five tracks. It also has this one, Iona (Portside Dub), a shimmering, motorik, cosmische/ Balearic creation with dream state whispered vocals and a Spacemen 3 style fuzz guitar riff. 

Iona (Portside Dub) is out now, the Holy Island Baby EP next month. Get both at Bandcamp. They're also touring in April with dates in both Todmorden and Yes in Manchester.