NOW YOU'RE JUST BEING RIDICULOUS

Evening, 

Apologies for the late mailout, much interruptus this week, with a certain west country reggae* enthusiast coming to town on ardkore radio ops yesterday and stopping by to talk shop / shite all evening, which was most welcome, but you know, not a little bit distracting. This garbage doesn't write itself... 

*LOADS OF TOP NEW REGGAE BITS IN. LOOK SEE.

Heavier and maybe a tad out of place in this rag, but it was a man called Paul’s funeral today. Paul built the counter and racks and all the other nice-looking stuff in our wee shop. He was a good man and way, way too young to be leaving us. Love and strength to his family and friends. Safe passage eh.

LC
xxx

 

OROSKALLAN
OROSKALLANS MUSIKALISKA RESA I TRO, MISSMOD OCH FANTASI
FORLAG FOR FRI MUSIK | LP | £16.99

The Gothenburgers are back with their unique chop of tangent taking free-folk music, the debut of this new Oskrallan guise (feat. Blow and Neutral’s Dan Johansson) feeling like all the psychosis / privacy / BEAUTY of a year's worth of daydreams, rolled into one 40 minute soundscape. A short, serene walk from 2017 (pah!) and the whole crew’s Det Finns Ett Hjärta Som För Dig, it’s sedate campfire jamboree whittled into a more mystical, instrumental strain of Enhet alchemy, with vocals, for the most part, scaled back on - forming a forest coven-style collage of splintered ragas and acid-folk sketches. Hand drums and an arsenal of primitive wind instruments roll over a backdrop of fell-down-a-well field recordings and subtle, humming synthesisers - it’s the Third Ear Band at 4am, half of them listening to a Graham Lambkin’s Draining The Vats tape, the other half trying to stay warm by soundtracking the documentary about the Pendle witch-trials that one of their kooky pals has been threatening to make for years. The real deal! **Burned through our first box of this badboy, but last remaining copies soon come - hopefully here mid-next week, together with the long-awaited Monokultur LP**

COÏTUS INT.
COÏTUS INT.
BUNKERPOP | LP | £17.99

Self released 1981 braindamaged-punk unit’s debut LP and follow up to the stormy “Dead Excitement” EP. Sedated, introspective slurs in murmur'd English over a unit of granite-trapped schoolboys hashing out the kinda tense but meditative, harmonic guitar-bleeding and knife slit water bass lines that made you fall in love with all this sorta gear in the first place - depressive, pressure caving themes played with an inventive, resistant will to LIVE. Sounding off a bit like Ski Patrol or Rema Rema sans the art-school melodrama, this one's got us back on that fucking wagon to nowhere. Uh-oh.
 

MATTHEW SULLIVAN
MATTHEW
RECITAL | LP | £19.99

Been gearing up to try and relay the MAGIC felt by all when the first few copies of "Matthew" arrived at the shop a couple of months ago (they flew before these shiftless souls could add them to the website). Now realising this might be a good time to not inflect our own misguided imaginations and wrap the usual splurge, Sean McCann's words setting a perfect backdrop, calling this intensely personal record into context for all. Stunner!!

"Matthew is nailed together with driftwood from around the world. The waters of Italy, the pubs of London, birds of Japan, a phone call in Los Angeles. Sullivan moved from California to London in 2016. Living in London was a pivotal time for Matt, as I see it. This record digests that time. Each sound on Matthew means something very specific to the artist. Locales and memories focus to mind as passages rise and sink. Us listeners cannot know what transpires across the speakers, however. Our own narrative is quietly built. I like records that don’t concern the audience, ones that make you invest yourself; this is one of those records. Fans of Sullivan’s music know that he never gives an inch more or an inch less than he needs to. Bold and looming with few extraneous elements. Ekhein, Matt’s former cassette label, and his new label, as of yet without name, also carry this motif. Two side-long pieces, expertly woven, constitute this album. I admire Matt’s ability to play with proximity and depth of field: fading sirens, ripping waters, and digitized breath. Like an hallucinating Bill Fontana, the two works are sensory travels folding into themselves. Matt is once again living in Los Angeles, and thus the nostalgic mist that forms within Matthew is all the more meaningful."

YABBY YOU MEETS KING TUBBY
WALLS OF JERUSALEM
PRESSURE SOUNDS | 2LP | £19.99

Woi!! Monstrous revive, surely one of the most vital dub/reggae reissues of recent years? Previously nigh-on impossible to acquire, these sessions feature a whole squad of talent at their best - Pat Kelly, Sly + Robbie, Errol Thompson, Tommy McCook +++ KNOCK-OUT. Also features a whole disc of bonus material / studio outtakes, which we ourselves haven't quite got to yet having got disc one seemingly glued FIRMLY to our turntable. Loads of other new reggae/dub bits new in too, have a sniff.
 

TELEVISION PERSONALITIES
SOME KIND OF HAPPENING: SINGLES 1978-1989
FIRE | 2LP+7" | £24.99

God-given 2LP+7” compilation bringing together all of TVPs’ 1978-1989 single releases, fully remastered, from evergreen self-released debut '14th Floor’ through to ‘Salvador Dali’s Garden Party’. A monument to the heartbreaking staggering genius of Dan Treacy.

Broadly speaking, the first half of the comp reps the Ed Ball and Joe Foster years - tracking the group’s passage from shambling, self-effacing post-punk unlikely-lads to the none-better-dressed overlords of the Living Room scene, their pop-that-eats-itself gradually taking more on more of the speedy mod-revival swagger that Ball would push to its logical conclusion with The Times, and with lyrics that remind/reassure us that London has ALWAYS been full of wankers.

The second half of the comp sees the arrival of Jowe Head into the band's creative nucleus, shepherding the sonics and arrangements into a more spaced-out, multi-instrumental and pungently psychedelic zone, while Treacy’s writing is more vulnerable, more emotional, more obviously drug-damaged. All the classics are there: ‘Oxford St, W1’, ‘Where’s Bill Grundy Now?’, ‘Posing At The Roundhouse’, ‘I Know Where Syd Barrett Lives’, ‘Smashing Time’… The bonus 7” features a brace of songs that Treacy, Bernie Cooper and Mark Sheppard recorded as The Gifted Children for an ’81 Whaaam! outing, and their version of The Creation’s ‘Biff Bang Pow’ that appeared on a flexidisc given away with Alan McGee’s Communication Blur zine. Download included with all of that plus extras.

Still shocks me how few people are properly acquainted with ver Television Personalities - if you’re one of them, I can recommend no better place to start. If you’re already a believer, this CAPACIOUS set will fill the gaps in your collection and your shot-to-shite excuse for a memory. On my life, it doesn’t get better than this.

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