United Dirter Seriously plunderphonic, this baby plays Surrealist ping-pong with ’50s advertising, sped-up exotica, Brat Pack crooners and virtually anything else that fevered mind of Steven Stapleton could chuck in there (it’s little wonder this was three years in the making). I can imagine Stapleton dressed in his crow-black finery rooting through the charity bins, this perverted twinkle in his eye as his mischievous mind affixes to new […]
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Blast First Petite Stuck in traffic for hours, long after I desperately had to get somewhere. I’m still intent, which is past reason. What she’s doing on the guitar reminds me of the mid-’90s experimental electro scene. Ooh, nice bit of panning. Does that come off live? I bet it would be good live. They played in London, just recently, and a bunch of other places, including Bristol […]
Planet Mu Downstairs, Grandpa’s listless hand lowered the needle. He reclined. His chair was as starchy soft as the scratched record’s hiss. Sister Rosetta flowed above that sound as the Decca spun. The hiss faded as the music warmly flooded the hallway, and only she got to the top of the stairs. above Rosetta’s mellifluous tones, making Freddy’s ear occasionally twitch. Freddy’s puffy bitten right hand was closed […]