Author Archives: thecurator
A vinyl assault to this rather grim and slowly dying year
It is made of humming wails and implosive noise. Servile Sect, the creative duo behind it, has nothing to do with anything but penetration to any sort of tolerative consensus. Its naively cryptic title, Trvth, won’t help mvch -predict authority violence any … Continue reading
The birth of sonic assault as we know it
is somewhere between the notes Arnold Schoenberg conceived in 1899 for his beyond comparison music achievement entitled Verklarte Nacht. This very Sonic Youthesque approach from a modern music sextet brings the between pretty upfront. Handy subtitles to follow the story … Continue reading
The least Thanasis Papakonstantinou
For all greekophiles Thanasis Papakonstantinou is a must. He is quirky, humorous, impressionistic and crafts genuine greek songs like no other for more than twenty years now. His latest effort is called O Elahistos Eaftos (The Least Self). Go grab … Continue reading
A Good Banker Is A Dead Banker
Got half an hour to seriously start hating money in case you previously liked it? Ok, tune in The American Dream Film. It’s even got a happy ending (yr not a banker, right?)
Are Mogwai a hardcore band? Will they ever die?
Not really. Or, sure, like anything else. But, it needs to be said, both questions are arguably missing the point.
Road rage? are you for real?
Check Rush Hour Game. Play a few rounds just before you grab your car keys and head for the parking lot. Life out there could start to seem fairly easy, finally. And do mind your language, please!
Singer/songwriter takes the UK to the UN
She’s PJ Harvey and has just put out a record, Let England Shake. It could be an up-to-date comment on Kate Bush‘s “Oh England, My Lionheart”, using “Army Dreamers”, a path made by Kate as well. Quirky sounding protest pop record with that female quality, earthy … Continue reading
I Spy, a short story by Graham Greene
Charlie Stowe waited until he heard his mother snore before he got out of bed. Even then he moved with caution and tiptoed to the window. The front of the house was irregular, so that it was possible to see … Continue reading
Illyria? Well, not really? Then what the jazz?
Quite right –Llyria. No I, two Ls, one man called Nik Bartsch and a very few friends, Sha, Bjorn, Kaspar and Andi, say, Ronin. And they span the works. They rhyme the time. They doodle the noodle. They rule the cool. … Continue reading
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