Category: Indie music

Cassettes Live @ Three Tanners Bank — Experiments in Fiction

First time back out in a while at the cool 3 Tanners Bank in North Shields where I Was made most welcome by the crew and crowd. I Wonder where three years went... Many thanks to Experiments In Fiction for capturing the evening in words and film. Thank you. https://www.youtube.com/embed/A0-5hFBHMq8?version=3&rel=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&fs=1&hl=en&autohide=2&wmode=transparent Marking their post-pandemic return to … Continue reading Cassettes Live @ Three Tanners Bank — Experiments in Fiction →

Creative Looting in Times of Austerity/ The Soap Company

The Soap Company return after a six year hiatus with Album 6 (Proper) 'Creative Looting in Times of Austerity'. Head honcho, Tony Soap, has pulled together another glistening, dystopian groovehouse - punkrock - synthpop future classic within which I am honoured to have played my part alongside old and new Soap Co. collaborators - Aurora … Continue reading Creative Looting in Times of Austerity/ The Soap Company →

If You See Her Say Hello.

if you see her, say hello (dylan) cassettes Rising early from their bed, in the stillness of the orange room, the grate ash glowing, a blade of winter sun slashing the thin-curtain (and falling across the boards and the giveaway upright slouched by the wall, honkytonk), she dressed, humming a vague tune, in the mirror.  Cotton, … Continue reading If You See Her Say Hello. →

cassettes @ Surf Cafe

Hegemony Piccolo Knives Receipts Portland Bill Postcard From Kreuzberg Jackdaws & Witches * First gig since May. The Surf Cafe in Tynemouth. First on, as I like it. That way you don't have to listen to the other acts & get A) nervous, B) bored C) & D). The Surf Cafe is one of my … Continue reading cassettes @ Surf Cafe →

Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.

11/08/19. Short on time, the brilliantly monikered Esprit de Corpse finish the evening with a frenetic set. Jarvis is a great frontman, rather like a (more) ghoulish John Cooper Clarke; greasy two-piece, bubble hair, scuffed Cubans, yesterday's eyeliner, candle wax flesh. Bent beneath the polystyrene, he wrings the Telecaster's neck and spit-kisses the mic, "WHYDONCHAKILLME? … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear. →