By Duncan Ratters, on May 28th, 2010
There’s always been an eclecticism with Mancunian bands and a mish mash of influences. Whether it be Shaun Ryder’s obsession with Funkadelic, Parliament and Can, John Squire’s love of all things Page and Plant or Ian Brown’s penchant for Sizzla and The Clash.
Over at Foilface HQ our listening choices pull in everything from YES to God Speed You Black Emperor via Roy Harper, Wire, Pavement and Dire Straits (yes, Dire Straits). Now, I’m not sure about the others, but the one album this year that’s really got me thinking, Mmmm Dwi’n hoffi…, is the new Gonjasufi album, A Sufi and a Killer.
Pitchfork have labelled it, “one of the most fascinating slabs of hallucinogenic head-nod music to arise from Southern California’s post-hip-hop vanguard” – and that’s not a bad (slightly pompous) conclusion.
It’s fuzzy, grizzly and quenched in hot light and smoke > i can’t recommend it enough. It’s the best recent music blast I’ve heard in quite some time!
By Bro. Jo Stern, on May 9th, 2010
Who the fu** is Joan? And who’s got her?
Is she a deliciously dense and dirty bimmer who’s been bundled into the trunk of a sedan, praying for the A-Team to show up just in the nick of time? Perhaps it’s some kind of terrorist plot to overthrow the conspiritorial international spy ring headed up by the sex-starved, Sara-Lee-chocolate-gateaux-plastered Thatcher wannabees on Boots’ make-up counter.
Or maybe she’s an heroic figure in the community and the people who’ve got Joan just don’t know where they’d be without her.
Maybe it’s some kind of slang for a bastard of a disease.
Who knows? Whatever the story is, there’s definitely a reference to someone having Joan in “Silent Fishnets“, another recent music offering from Foilface, and nobody knows how it got there.
Here is the Music Player. You need to installl flash player to show this cool thing!
By Bro. Jo Stern, on May 6th, 2010
I was saying to the missus, on this general erection day morning, how I was feeling strangely nostalgic for the weird excitement I remember feeling as a kid when parties used to drive past our house blurting toss through a megaphone in the build up to elections.
There are probably still plenty of places around the UK where this has never died, but I couldn’t remember witnessing such an event during my adult years. Until about half an hour ago.
Yes, amidst the modern day multimedia wrangle of pissing out lies en masse from a distance via screens and type, I felt a warm tingle of something happening in the real world that I actually live in when I heard the unmistakable muffled screech of loudspeakered bullshit approaching.
As it came nearer I could make out the words, “Britain is full, end immigration, vote BNP” (time well spent – I’m sure they can now count on the full support of the people in this area, who hail from just about everywhere). It’s a well-worn lesson, but the message is not to yearn for nostalgic memories to revisit reality, or they’ll be forever ruined by a retarded scumbag with a megaphone.
One of the safest ways to distract those in possession of speech, who don’t yet have the counterpart brain to safely operate it, is through the use of music therapy. So we’d like to encourage all BNP members to download and listen (constantly) to our new 100% English music songs (recorded using German equipment, whilst guzzling Italian beer and munching American snacks and inspired by great musicians from everywhere – even ones who aren’t white).
There’s always been an eclecticism with Mancunian bands and a mish mash of influences. Whether it be Shaun Ryder’s obsession with Funkadelic, Parliament and Can, John Squire’s love of all things Page and Plant or Ian Brown’s penchant for Sizzla and The Clash.
