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Thursday, January 27, 2005

COMETS ON FIRE #2

Interesting (and funny) review of Julian Cope at the RFH in today's Independent that mentioned support-band Comets on Fire in name only. I've got an enormous soft spot for Julian...he's a top bloke and he champions all sorts of stuff (incl. COF) that I love, but, apart from the odd track, I just can't get into much of the stuff that he's done over the last few years...

In fairness, I haven't actually heard his recent Brain Donor stuff (which sounds great on paper - kinda like The Anti-Darkness...) so I'm being an opinionated arse as usual...but I totally dig that whole 'Barbarian'/unreconstituted 70's Heavy Rock vibe he's pushing so much that I really want to like "Citizen Cain'd"...still, word on the street is that it's, well, not very good. So maybe I'd really like it. Christ knows, I want to...

Anyone out there scored a copy yet?

Interesting how Julian has somehow (inadvertantly) re-positioned himself as a Prime Avatar of Nu Psych/Acid Folk, mainly, I imagine, through his website and his relentless bigging-up of Barbarian Acid Rock (whatever that is). Cope is currently in danger of undergoing a major renaissance, if he hasn't already, and I suspect he knows this, hence his recent comments that his life "has entered a new, psychedelically-informed period that started on New years Day...", so expect another highly-entertaining round of career auto-sabotage to follow v. soon...

Meanwhile, I've been heroically working my way through the pile of Comets on Fire vinyl that I scored at their Bristol gig last week...on record they're a lot less angular and dissonant than they are live; their sound is smoother, more rounded, trippier...I can def. hear a West Coast psych-rock vibe that wasn't particularly evident at the gig: there are echoes of Blue Cheer, even Quicksilver Messenger Service and Hot Tuna in places, albeit played through a overdriven 1000000K Marshall stack down the phone kinda way...

It's made me strangely nostalgic for Uriah Heep. Or something.

"Blue Cathedral" is the one that everyone's been getting frothy about and, don't get me wrong, it's a fantastic, bluesy-sounding album full of unexpected texture and twists and Sabbaff-sized riff-eruptions that could topple the govenment of a small country, but my own immediate sympathy is with "Field Recordings from the Sun"...it's not so subtle or accomplished in terms of production; it may be less polished, but it's chocful of brittle, full-on Space-Psych that instantly melted my heart and brain. It feels more instinctual, less rehearsed.

Strangely, it makes me think of Chrome in places. But w/out the Sci-Fi references.

"Bong Voyage" I haven't had time to check out yet. When I do you'll be the first to hear.

CATCHING UP

Belated H. B/day to Indie Tyrant DJ Alan Flint who was 58 last saturday and is starting to make even Bill Wyman look young. A word of advice: enuff already w/the botox, pal...it makes you look like Buster Keaton.

And from the state of Spike on sunday afternoon, it looks like I missed a humdinger of a piss-up on sat. nite. (He claimed it was the gin...Ha! Leave gin to the experts, man!) Shame I couldn't make it out but Chris was working a nite-shift and I was stuck in looking after the Munties ((c) Loki)...

Speaking of Munties, mega-congrats to our friends Phil and Kath who just took delivery over the weekend of their very own micro-Munty aka Hannah. Welcome to Planet Insomnia, guys. Wait 'til she starts bringing boys home....


FLOPPY BOOT STOMP

Well, finally got me PC back in one piece over the weekend...floppy-drive out, tinkering with the mother(fucking)-board, etc, etc (Jesus, this is like fucking car maintenance and I don't do car maintenance (maaaan))...but it's taken me another three days to get some sort of usable internet connection thanks to those unhelpful cunts at British Telecom...

And I'm still crawling along slower than a crack-addled ex-supermodel on a five-day freebase binge...

But enough about my problems. How are you all? Are you keeping well? Good, good...

Christ, but I've missed blogging.