Like finding an old sock, that still fits perfectly at last a little something from my youth, to yours. If you don’t know this band, you are not alone, such a treasure as this is usually well hidden, under the ocean, in a rusting hulk, called the French music industry. The hoopty-doopty swingsong songs are… Read more

The album – helpfully titled f #a #* – was strikingly cinematic, recalling Ry Cooder’s soundtrack to Paris, Texas and Terrence Malick’s films Badlands and Days Of Heaven. Their style of splicing tape recordings of the angry disenfranchised and the mutterings of militias into their music echoes ’60s libertarian outsider counter-culture. Their use of ”authentic”… Read more

STELLABRANDSPANKINGFANTASTICSTARR, I don’t care that it maybe could be described as derivative, unimaginative, because it is all this and more, it is only unimaginative if you yourself do not imagine that you have never heard anything like it before, because you haven’t, have you? so its brilliant it works, the whole of it; the album,… Read more

Sweat mother of Chist’s ma. put this album and lie back on your bed. make sure it made- the duvet and all in place, your pillows fluffed. take off you shoes and lie down. perhaps you’d like some tea, or as i prefer a jd and coke. now lie there sipping. hopefully its a Sunday… Read more

The vibrant gypsy rhythms, and hazy summer feel, the rainbow, the wonderful, the sheer positivity, there is no oppositional assertion of identity, who cares, just join in, hot summer evening, building like a head of red wine, a giant mong of bong smoke, gently creeping up and knocking your head off, and bringing you with… Read more