Friday, March 26, 2010

There's a brief mention and - *eeeeeek* - a photo of Junkcrunch in this week's Western Gazette, which - as any ex-pat Yeovillian will tell ya - is the ultimate aspirational accolade for anyone who plays music round here lol.

I'll spare you the horror - and me, the embarrassment - of reproducing the pic. People have been stopping me in the street - in Yeovil, there is only one street! - and asking: "Was that you in the paper yesterday or some weird-looking woman-thing?" I have had to kill at least three people today. One guy started the sentence with: "No disrepect, but..."

The Farmer sent me an email that just said "Beatnik Hippies!" - which kinda sums it up better than I ever could. I look like a fucking member of the original line-up of Gong, which - come to think of it - is a counter-intuitively correct look to rock right now in this stage of my life. However, if I could get a decent pair of enormous cream-coloured Oxford Bags and a pair of wooden-heeled clogs right now, then I'd happily shear off my hair and move into the next phase of my 'career' as a Local Pest.

The last time I appeared in the Guts Ache - as we fondly call it - was here. The, um, synthband I was in, back in the late 80's - Kickstate - also ended up in the WG Ents Section on a couple of, really, this now makes me something of an overachiever. There's nothing for it now but to retire disgracefully and/or kill myself. I've achieved my life's ambitions and - like Buzz Aldren - everything else in my life will be a pitiful anti-climax, ending in a spectacular downwards arc into some twilight, gin-fried Hades of my own making.

You have been warned!

I noticed that we also got an honourable mention on the Somerset Express webpage where - despite cutting and pasting a chunk of my own press release - they referred to me as "Ken W" lol.

Ken W: that's my Pseudo-Nipponese Production-Office Nom-dum-plum. Look out for my forthcoming films: "Earless Black-Haired Gore-Witch: Attack!" "Full-Metal Wolf Ramones" and "Calamari Boy O".

I'm spinning off multiple-identities now like a super-heavy element shedding valencies. Ha!


Some extremely cool friends of mine (piktured here in previous karmic inkarnation):

They're some of the nicest people I know. And my favourite Acid Rock band in the whole wide world. Sylvester Anfang II.

They also happen to be on tour v. soon:

April 3rd: La Suite, Paris, France
April 4th: Le BPM, Nantes, France
April 5th: Handclapping Girls, Clermont-Ferrand, France
April 6th: Grrrnd Zero, Lyon, France
April 7th: Cave12, Geneve, Suisse
April 8th: MusikVerein, Nürnberg, Germany
April 10th: Chapeau Rouge, Prague, Czech Republic
April 11th: Leipzig, Germany
April 12th: Madama Claude, Berlin, Germany
April 13th: Utmarken, Göteborg, Sweden
April 14th: Aarhus, Denmark
April 15th: Copenhagen, Denmark
April 16th: TAC, Eindhoven, Holland
April 17th: Ffus, Stuttgart, Germany

Check them out, you slobberin' freaks!

Expect solo sets from Hellvete and Bear Bones, Lay Low too - both of which are also big favourites round these parts (just search the blog if ya don't believe me)

"A new slab of tranced out psychotic psychedelia from the occult loving Belgium-based clan. This new incarnation being Sylvester Anfang II reached a new level of awesomeness last year with the incredible double LP on Aurora Borealis, on "Commume Cassetten" they continue their bizarre trip into the darker, but somehow super-psychedelic realm of the occult-obsessed mind. There's a real fucked-up Krautrock boogie vibe throughout but retaining some of the doomed funeral folk qualities of the original Anfang guise, as well as some loose-as-hell, total stoned-out ritualistic baked grooves..." via Blackest Rainbow.

That biiiig long-promised Hellvete interview post to follow soooon, honest!