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  • 3 weeks ago | thequietus.com | JR Moores |Bobby Barry |Jon Buckland

    Five albums in for the five-pronged psych rockers and that, by my maths, has them crying “Wee! Wee! Wee!” all the way home. But they haven’t done that. If anything they’ve pushed further afield than ever before, enlisting legendary producer, rapper, and one half of Run The Jewels (El-P) for an eviscerating verse on Death Hilarious’s centre-piece ‘Glib Tongued’.

  • 3 weeks ago | thequietus.com | Bobby Barry |Jon Buckland

    Karl O’Connor seems to be enjoying getting his old bands back together. Last year he reunited with Surgeon for the long-awaited British Murder Boys debut and now he’s linked up with David Sumner (Function) for Sandwell District’s second full-length after a casual fifteen-year hiatus. I won’t say silence as, over the past year or so, they’ve treated us to a box set reissue of their masterful, scene-defining debut, and dropped an archival collection titled Where Next? late last year.

  • 1 month ago | thequietus.com | David Keenan |Bobby Barry |Jon Buckland

    “I like art where the blood is streaming and the flowers are blooming like hell.” – Peter BrötzmannPitiful royalties. Chronic ticket gouging. Shuttered venues. Charts clogged with nepo babies. Generative AI. Slashed arts funding. Brexit red tape. If you’re looking for signs that music is struggling, you hardly need 20/20 vision. Fortunately, that’s not the whole story. For music to survive all you need are two things: someone to make it and someone to take it seriously.

  • 1 month ago | thequietus.com | Kez Whelan |Bobby Barry |Jon Buckland

    1929, New York City. six months before the crash. Edward Bernays, inspired by the work of his double uncle Sigmund Freud, paid women to smoke cigarettes whilst marching in the Easter Sunday Parade. He called them ‘Torches of Freedom’, as if every puff were a hammer blow to the shackles of patriarchal oppression.The idea was to both break a social taboo and to increase the number of female smokers with a casual flick of a lighter’s flint.

  • 2 months ago | thequietus.com | Bobby Barry |Jon Buckland

    “He watched the pale, speed-driven teenagers shiver around the dance floor. Droplets of light sprayed onto their faces and T-shirts. In alcoves, couples were frozen in the trance of foreplay. The beat was too quick to dance to, almost too deep to hear.

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