As soon as you hit Play you know Super Fast Girlie Show mean business, this ain’t no fucking 1980’s shit. They might look like car mechanics working out of a rusty tin shed but they don’t fuck about when it comes to smashing your teeth in with big bass guitars. READ MORE »
I’ve sat on this album for what seems like an age. It’s followed me round, lived in my car, squatted my iPod and watched me shower…
It’s an odd one because I had to deal with the fact some of these guys (maybe all of them) were once in Khagool; one of Wales’ greatest bands that never was from a decade ago. They drowned in a vat of Psilocybin Soup…
I loved Khagool so much, on record they could do no wrong and I still mourn their passing. READ MORE »
When August Bank Holiday occasionally coincides with decent weather, the hoards come out to consume alcohol and enjoy music. Unfortunately the majority don’t know any songs beyond With Or Without You, Dakota and Sex On Fucking Fire, which is the staple diet for bank holiday connoisseurs of fine music.
It also meant that mid-afternoon at The Big Sunday Rock Show it wasn’t going to be crawling with those kind of people; or any kind of people for that matter… Only the wandering souls in search of the obscene and extreme were in attendance this early on… it was our private gathering, our meeting of minds. READ MORE »
(review n pix by CombiChris Markwell)
Thursday, August 20th finds me in Bangor’s Crosville Club. If you’ve never been inside before, imagine someone has overturned a galleon and has decided to throw a party in its upturned carcass. It’s German beer hall-long, with great acoustics that carry noise with such amazing clarity. As the bands set up and the people come in, the atmosphere becomes one that is geared towards live events: the more people, the greater the sound is. READ MORE »