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What’s In A Cover?

In What’s In A Cover, we explore cover art; the themes and messages that support the artists vision! And sometime we chat to the artist to get the inside track!

What’s In A Cover? Garsa on The Unfairity

Methods Of Dreaming with Hawksmoor

Concrete Island with The Heartwood Institute

‘Paint Me A Dream’ with The Chemistry Set

What’s In A Cover? Lust For Life by Iggy Pop and Fried by Julian Cope (guest written by Henry Forrest)

Summer Heads and Winter Beds by The Raft with Phil Wilson

‘Painting In Carlisle’ by The Maitlands

Hinterland by Lonelady and English Martyrs by Total Victory

Licensed To Ill by Beastie Boys and Dragnet by The Fall

Spying by Jennie Vee and Vintage Violence by John Cale

So Alone by Johnny Thunders and Marquee Moon by Television

If You Like…

To help you find your new favourite band, these articles suggest if you like this stuff, you’ll love this band!

Melodica and boiler suits = The Lucid Dream

Spooky countryside shit = Flange Circus

Soundtrack music but wish is was trippier = Teeth Of The Sea

VHS double packs and podcasts about murder = The Heartwood Institute


Over the years we’ve talked to some big names!

New Age Healers… stuck on a desert island

Who are Synthetic Villains?

Last Bee On Earth

Dead Sea Apes on Warheads

Phil Wilson aka The Raft (ahead of the release of Abloom)

Hey Bulldog – ‘Al Lupo’ single

Dis-orientation Through Volume – Three Dimensional Tanx

The Importance Of Cross Country Running – The Maitlands (2016)

Nice Legs: “They were freaks too…”

Hey Bulldog (2015)

Radar Men From The Moon (2015)

TVAM (2015)

St James & The Apostles (2014)


Little thought-pieces that take a look at a movie from a new direction.

The Dark Tower (actually this is just a review of a shit movie)

Becoming square: Alex Cox’s Repo Man

“Compromise”, “Bullshit”; Bullitt and the banal

A wild and stupid ride: To Live And Die In LA

Bones of the art form: Michael Mann’s Miami Vice

The untold story of Michael Mann’s Dune adaptation

Review/Not Reviews

When is a review not a review?

It’s Like Fantasy Football: The Lucid Dream present The Deep End

Concrete Island (1988) Blu-ray

The TV (Total Victory) Listings – Set Controls For The Heart Of The Pendle – here guest writer Henry Forrest turns a Total Victory EP into TV listings

It’s Black Market, Marty. Something’s gotta be done about Black Market!

The Maitlands – When It Rains, It Pours goes on Take Me Out


For The Love Of: ‘Worlds’ by Cult Of Dom Keller and ‘Psychedelic Sun’ by Three Dimensional Tanx

Grotesque: Mark E Smith 1957-2018

The real new Manchester: LoneLady

The Whispering Knights (1977) – DVD Special Edition (2008)

Liverpool Psych Fest 2015 Field Report

Comrades in anarchy: Clint Boon’s Rebellious Jukebox

Communications Across Time: The Remainderer by The Fall

Iggy Pop – American Caesar (1993)

Party Like It’s 1999 – Madness’ Wonderful 

The Essential Songs of 2015…

Lucky Dip – The Raft, Angie Riggan, Plike

In Defence Of Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants by Oasis (2000)

Clinic – Internal Wrangler (2000)

The Chameleons – Why Call It Anything (2001)


The New Recruits of G-Police Part 1


Carla Dal Forno…

The Last Bee On Earth

Boston Building


Astral Lynx

Rhys Bloodjoy



Selected list – one day I shall finish this list 🙂

The Aces – When My Heart Felt Volcanic (2018)

The Autumn Stones – Escapists (2015)

The Battery Farm – ’97/91′

Brahma Loka – Awaken EP (2015)

Influencing physics: Bitchin Bajas live ateliers claus

Camera – Radiate! (2012)

Cantaloupe – Teapot EP (2012)

Caudal – Ascension (2014)

From Turner to Di Chirico; the transitional phase of Celestial North and ‘Distant Life’

Certainty in uncertainty: Celestial North presents Olympic Skies

Control Of The Going – I Love You But It’s Going To Rain

Control Of The Going – ‘She’ (single)

Control Of The Going – ‘Wildflower’ (single – 2015)

Country – Failure (2014)

Bear witness to a shattered world: Dead Sea Apes’ Free Territory …“Cast out all ye demons” cursed the last of the Sky-Gods, issuing maledictions under the blood red sky. The Under-Demons hold sway in this land, scouring the burnt out remains of buildings for the burnt out remains of humans”.

Dead Sea Apes – Sixth Side Of The Pentagon

Dead Sea Apes – Spectral Domain (2015)

Dead Sea Apes – Higher Evolutionary (2014)

Dead Sea Apes – Lupus (2012)

The Death Of Pop presents Seconds (guest written by Henry Forrest)

The Death Of Pop – ‘Locomotive’ (single, 2016)

The Death Of Pop – Don’t Bother Me (single, 2016)

Dick Dent presents ‘Click Of The Fingers’

Dyr Faser – Trio

“A thousand tales of empire”: East Lake presents ‘Red Lanterns’

Eat lights; Become lights – Heavy Electrics (2012)

Ekoplekz- Interval Signals

Evening Fires – Where I’ve Been Is Places… (2015)

Evening Fires – Light From On High

E GONE – Shipwrecks and Stray Cats

From the fjords to the universe: Brilliant Apparatus EP and the majesty of EGONE

E GONE – All The Suns Of The Earth (2014)

Flange Circus – Abandoned Glow

Flange Circus – Overexposed EP (2015)

Flange Circus – Ekranoplan EP (2014)

Dance or cry? Garsa presents ‘Ghosts’

The Goner – Bitemarks EP (2010)

The Goner – Behold A New Traveler (2010)

The Goner – H.H. (2009)

Hearts & Tigers – S/T (2015)

Helicon – Gehenna EP (2015)

Helicon – Take The Ride EP (2011)

Hey Bulldog live in studio

Hey Bulldog present ‘Death & Greed’

Hey Bulldog present ‘California’

Hey Bulldog – No Future Part II

Hey Bulldog – Al Lupo single review

Hey Bulldog ‘Divide And Conquer’

Hey Bulldog – Under My Spell (single)

The Ilk – Seasonal Variations EPs

the ilk – new dark age (2014)

“My teeth are all crumbling down”; ILL presents We Are ILL

Howard Devoto’s nose: ILL present ‘Kick Him Out The Disco’

inle elni – the deep well (2015)


Jane Weaver – The Silver Globe (2014)

Lester Bangs would have Creem-ed his pants for the Janitors

The Janitors – Evil Doings Of An Evil Kind (EP – 2014)

The Janitors – Here They Come (single – 2014)

The Janitors – Drone Head (2013)

The Janitors – First Sign Of Delirium (2010)

Reverence and adoration: Jennie Vee, Out For Blood

Chameleonic: Jennie Vee presents ‘Wild Flower’

Jennie Vee – Spying (2015)

Jennie Vee – Die Alone EP (2014)

A slow mutation; John Cale’s Lazy Day

JuJu – JuJu (2016)

Klaus Morlock – The Ascerbi Trilogy (1974-1981)

Klusters – Olbers’ Paradox (2015)

Last Bee On Earth – The Great Solar Flash

The Nth Degree: LIINES

LIINES – ‘Disappear’ and ‘Be Here’ (single)

LIINES – Blackout (single, 2016)

The Heir Of Confusion – LoneLady presents ‘(There Is No) Logic’

Lonelady – Nerve Up (2010)

Los Mundos – Calor Central

Louise Pop – Time Is A Habit (2012)

Lola Colt – Away From The Water (2014)

Love, Hippies & Gangsters – Sun Over Babaluma (2015)

The Lucid Dream present ‘CHI-03’

The Lucid Dream – Compulsion Songs

The Lucid Dream – ‘I’m A Star In My Own Right’

The Lucid Dream – The Lucid Dream (2015)

Lumerians – Transmissions From Telos Vol III (2014)

Lumerians – The High Frontier (2013)

Lumerians – Transmalinnia (2011)

The Maitlands – When It Rains, It Pours original review

The Maitlands – ‘Where Did It All Go Wrong?’

The Maitlands present ‘Flotsam & Jetsom’

The Maitlands – Dissatisfied

The Maitlands – ‘Daunting From Derker’ (single)

Our Man In The Bronze Age – The Gallows Tree (2012)

Your Bloodwork Came Back, It’s The Manimals

Matt Parker – The Imitation Archive (2015)

Mr B The Gentleman Rhymer – Can’t Stop, Shan’t Stop (2014)

Motorama – “Calendar” (2012)

Mugstar / Damo Suzuki – Start From Zero (2015)

Mugstar – Axis (2012) “Brian Blessed driving a tractor”

Mugstar – Lime (2010)

The Red-Sided Garter Snakes – Endless Sea (2015)

Submission & Damage: Psychic Lemon present Freak Mammal

Peaking Lights – The Fifth State Of Consciousness

Peaking Lights – 936 (2011)

Plank – Hivemind (2014)

Plank – Animalism (2012)

Psychic Lemon – Frequency Rhythm Distortion Delay

Psychic Lemon – S/T (2016)

Radar Men From The Moon – Subversive II: Splendour Of The Wicked

Radar Men From The Moon – Subversive I (2015)

Radar Men From The Moon – Echo Forever (2012)

Radar Men From The Moon – Intergalactic Dada & Space Trombones (2011)

Rachel Mason – Das Ram

“Perfect for imperfect times”: The Raft presents Summerheads and Winter Beds (guest written by Henry Forrest)

Once Upon A Time – The Raft present Abloom

The Raft – The Jellyfish EPs

Rock Music Of Canada present Songs To Pleasure Thineself To…

The Sudden Death Of Stars – Getting Up, Going Down (2011)

The Sun’s Evil Twin – Mysterious Transmission (2016)

The Tapestry – ‘We Talk’

The Tapestry – Infatuation (single, 2015)

Aggressively forging the future: Teeth Of The Sea present WRAITH

Teeth Of The Sea – Highly Deadly Black Tarantula (2015)

Teeth Of The Sea – MASTER (2013)

Teeth Of The Sea – Your Mercury (2010)

Teeth Of The Sea – Orphaned By The Ocean (2009)

Three Dimensional Tanx – ‘A Compulsion For Propulsion’

Three Dimensional Tanx – Attack!

Three Dimensional Tanx – ‘Son Of Go’

Three Dimensional Tanx – Three Dimensional Tanx (2014)

Total Victory – English Martyrs (2017)

Total Victory – National Service (2012)

Total Victory – The Pyramid Of Privilege (2011)

Two Skies – When The Storm Hits EP

Two Skies – Feel (single, 2015)

Two Skies – Red EP (2014)

Two Skies – ‘Stay’ (single)

Warm Digits – Flight Of Ideas (written by Henry Forrest)

Warm Digits – Interchange (2013, CD / DVD version)

Warm Digits – Keep Warm With The Warm Digits (2011)

The Watchmakers In Clover

Water of Life – Water Of Life LP (2015)

“Opera in the age of fragmentation”…Wire’s Red Barked Tree (2010)

White Manna – Live Frequencies (2014)

The Woken Trees – Nnon (2013)

Yuri Gagarin – At The Centre Of All Infinity (2015)

Zombie Zombie – Rituels D’Un Nouveau Monde (2012)

Zombie Zombie – …Plays John Carpenter (2010)

Astral Lynx present ‘Flow’

A vibrant jelly fish is a fitting avatar for Astral Lynx, who are groovy and colourful, but are also stingy and dangerous. Astral Lynx are a curious beast in that they combine widescreen rock with a soundtrack bent, with meditative and mind expanding properties. This is a band with leopardskin print pants, their third eye open and chashing a serial killer all at once. This is a band full of pulp and life lessons.

Songs unwind like long lethargic serpents, then bite suddenly without warning, like long lethargic serpents. Songs like ‘Flash Gordon’ and ‘Shaman’ percolate over 6 plus minute of ebb and flow. In fact only two tracks come in at under 5 mins and hey when you’re travelling in space the voyage ain’t a quick one. One of those, ‘Rising Sun’ is a dirty red Cadillac of a song.

‘Beyond Sahara’ is a dust bowl camp fire yoga session on really great drugs.

It all culminates in the old school blow out of ‘Cosmic Beast’ which is the equivalent of a 3 hour movie, plus trailers, plus those red curtain they don’t have any more, plus popcorn. It’s proper 4 dimension bothering, head banging, pill popping psych.

Samples pop up here and there through the album giving Flow it’s vibe of new age crystals. It’s a bit like if The Orb had made the soundtrack for Sorcerer but it’s nothing fucking like that at all. It’s all rather odd…

An acid espresso, Flow needs to be bathed in a few times for it to really cleanse your soul, though while you’ll come out cleansed mentally, your pores may not be…


Influencing physics: Bitchin Bajas live ateliers claus

The spaceman drifts up, or down as it may be, as the pull of Jupiter exerts, not only a physical pull but also a mutual physical and emotional desire. The spaceman wants to see Jupiter. And Jupiter wants to see him. Like a huge red eye the giant peers at the little lost man. One wonders which is more desperate for attention and company.

The spaceman remembers his homestead, barren and bare. Jupiter resolutely rotates around a dim yellow star; aware vaguely of it’s importance but not quite grasping the relevance to it’s own situation. It’s moons cling to him lovingly but offer little succour. If only Jupiter and the spaceman could meet. The spaceman drawers nearer, as if needing and longing can influence physics.

He descends and desires. Jupiter welcomes him lovingly. As he enters the environs, gasses surround him. They embrace finally and are together. The spaceman enters peace. Jupiter is momentarily content, but desire more friendship.

Bitchin Bajas live ateliers claus is an expansive, plentiful live set of dreamy experimental electro.


The Death Of Pop presents Seconds

For those who are atrocious at basic arithmetic, here is an easy calculation to remember: The Death of Pop + Seconds = Pure Brilliance. Ok, so maybe that calculation may not be all that helpful in passing an Accountancy exam; but Accountancy is a very dour and boring occupation to endeavour, instead lodge that cranial space with the wonderous sounds of The Death of Pop’s fifth album.

The Death of Pop had been since 2014 been releasing a new album every year until 2017’s Fed Up. Four years on Seconds builds on the formula perfected in Fed Up which managed to harness the glorious messiness of their 2016 release Turns with a cleaner and more clinical edge. The kitsch artwork of Fed Up with its picturesque depiction of pineapple rings, jelly mounts and cherry topped Angel Delight is continued on Seconds via the generic photo studio portrait of a suburban couple; whom with a contemporary Magritte stamp, have their faces obscured with a glob of chewing gum!

It is a pure open invitation to the fact that you can’t judge a book solely on its exquisitely designed cover. The Death of Pop have never shied away from acknowledging their influences, but unlike other artists who use their influences as a protective camouflage to conceal a paucity of original ideas, here we have a creative gateway to exploration that is as exhilarating as it is intriguing.

The opening track ‘Fade Away’ comes across as if Alpha Papa’s Pat Farrell had held up Tallulah Gosh and Kevin Shields in a recording studio and forced them to produce one of his beloved jingles! It pleads. It swoons. It dies. ‘The House That We Built’ is a searingly beautiful synchronization of heart and soul, which is almost filmic in its construction. It forms a trend that defines a lot of the music on Seconds, music formed from a treasured memory which disappears far too soon. The musical dimensions of this album could in lesser hands be peripatetic stabs at emotional reflectiveness, but The Death of Pop are too sophisticated and deep to engage with salutary posturing. 10 songs with just over half an hour of playing time, all making their impact without a scintilla of an extraneous note.

‘Ready For Us’ with it’s sumptuous bassline from Dick Dent is delightful – exploding 80s funk into a mellow meditation on love. The James Brothers (Oliver and Angus) deliver a fifth album which is mature in all the best possible ways. As if receiving a dreary school report, gold stars will always be given to those whose main goal is to not embarrass, rather than impress. But Seconds is assured in the sense it is a group working at the height of their collective powers synthesising pure emotion within the self-constrained format of the three-minute song. On the last track ‘Disappear’, you feel that with this journey now ended, you are caught in a delirious rapture, impatiently waiting for it all to begin all over again.

Seconds, there are 1,843 of them on this record to magically surrender yourself to.


— Henry Forrest, perverted by language and kuriously oranj, bought you this lovely review. To see the rest of Henry’s reviews hit the tag below.

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It’s Like Fantasy Football: The Lucid Dream present The Deep End

As well all know, the band of the 21st century The Lucid Dream are the most famous thing about Carlisle since Jimmy Glass. To celebrate the release of their new album, The Deep End, and the arrival of the Euros, we thought “what better way to celebrate, than to represent the musical influences of The Lucid Dream as a five a side team?” Nothing seemed more obvious! So that’s what we did! Pull on your sheepskin coat, wish Jonathon Pearce never existed, and let’s do it!

Let’s go through the team one by one.

Keeper: Dave Allen of Gang Of Four. Mike Denton’s bass playing used to be like Jah Wobble’s: a sideways tilt into a psych void to untether yourself. Now it’s Dave Allen’s phalanx funk attack to make you lose your senses, lose your godamn shit. A formidable keeper with a huge throw, you won’t get pass this fucker easily.

Defence: Augustus Pablo. The melodica has been splattered over the Lucids music for some time and their adoption of the most god-like of all instruments heralded their emergence from the chrysalis of psych as the band of a generation. Now a mainstay of their sound the melodica is used as a signifier of the glory of dub and it PFDs their best songs. The silky smooth Jamaican defender is as good on the ball as he is off it.

Midfield: Oliver Ackermann from A Place To Bury Strangers. A thousand screeching things take flight below a blood red sky the day before the Vikings landed. The Lucids psych focused days have rescinded into the yester-times but noise will always be closest to their blue and white hearts. The wily experienced midfielder rules box to box and peppers in shots from all angles.

Midfield: Klaus Dinger from Neu! The combination of the sobriety of the autobahn and the space with which the mind has to wander while the body is occupied with 4/4 mesmerism is at the heart of The Lucid Dream. ‘Mona Lisa’ was when they got their drivers licences and took to the open road, leaving their psych counterparts in the dust. Little overt motorik remains but the pulse runs strong, motorik gave them the engine. The crushing German midfielder runs all day, controlling the flow.

Up front: Frankie Knuckles. Little did we know #psychtraitors Lucid Dream would become the doyens of dance. Huge, huge Chicago keys are plugged into the body like a William Gibson wet dream. Chemical sustenance for moving. Repeating and building. Structured elevation. Sweat and abandon. The LD take house music and put sand in the vaseline. This then, the final of five ingredients to take your mind from where the body dwells. The unstoppable and effervescent maestro, a beast.

And on the bench, Matt Le Tissier, fresh from knocking it past Tim Flowers from a million miles.

There you go, that’s the line up for the team to beat in psych.

The Deep End is out now. For fuck sake buy it. Football’s shite now anyway.


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Or hit The Lucid Dream tag below to see everything we ever wrote on these buggers.

For The Love Of: ‘Worlds’ by Cult Of Dom Keller and ‘Psychedelic Sun’ by Three Dimensional Tanx

‘Worlds’ by Cult Of Dom Keller is such a staggering combination of the the savage and the skillful, it reigns as one of the best psych songs of the 21st century.

It’s a heavy weight champ of the genre; 7 mins of aggro build up, a riff bigger than Russia and attack and release lulls that make you woozy.

The drone intro fades in as if the song has been playing for eternities, giving the impression that it exists without your input. It gruffly tugs along like cruisers in the Battle of the Atlantic. The bass pulls at your stomach, the same sensation as when you go over a hump back bridge.

The riff explodes in wider-than-wide widescreen, then it builds and builds, like an architect without budget restrictions.

The vocals tickle and caress you to keep calm.

But the chorus keeps coming back around to make you lose your mind. Like 16 Vietnams. Pick me up, knock me down.

Past 5 mins everything goes up in flames, as if all times are happening at once. Things stab at you mercilessly. Everything heads skywards like flames.

‘Worlds’ hums with the power of a 1,000 life times.


A fierce totem of raw power, ‘Psychedelic Sun’ by Three Dimensional Tanx takes ‘I Wanna Be Your Dog’ and replaces smack for speed. Nah, goddammit that’s such a disingenuous way to talk about this song. Let’s start again.

This song is everything that garage rock should be. Energy. This is energy fizzing in your blood. Married to which you have an innocence that comes from 3D Tanx’s boyish love of making noise. This brew of innocence and willful abandon must have been how Les Ferdinand and Dennis Wise felt when they wrecked the Blue Peter garden.

The band itself is a big ball of fire, when you see them live you stand before them soaking up the heat. They’re the highest energy band around. Three Dimensional Tanx are the Psychedelic Sun, because without the sun there is nothing. Tanx and Psych Sun are one entity. They give life to the psych universe, so we should venerate them as good psych pagans.

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Ekoplekz- Interval Signals

Postcards once lost in the ether, now found:

North By Southwest – In the plant room of a broken lift on Skaro, I’m reading the instruction booklet, written in windings by Kraftwerk. I am happily chugging back JJ-180.

Gravesignal III – Just listening to news broadcasts while the annual headache convention is going on next door. Be home soon for lovely Soylent Green spag bol.

The Fagandini Principle – Radar loves a day out, so I took Radar went to the fairground and it drank too much Pepsi. Fun had by all.

Xonk – Round at Brian Eno’s place, he’s in the greenhouse reading Bryan Ferry’s hate mail again. He’s in good spirits.

Gulbenkian Funk – It’s getting late on the icy tundra. Night falls. The Under-Demons will be here soon, their talons scraping as they poke at rocks, muzzling into every crack for a scent of food. In the bunker the food runs out, the re-cycled oxygen turns staler and staler with each breath.

Timestep – Humphrey Davy is installing his voltaic arc lamp in the vaults of the Royal Society. He is most agitated. What a strange new world we live in.

The Glorian Mode – The scurrying servo bots blast the final rivets into the hull of the ship. The superstructure is nearing completion. The command unit will be lowered into place soon. The shipyard is empty of people, but buzzing with life. I wonder why they bother having lights on. The work progresses well.


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You may enjoy: review of the new Blu-ray of Concrete Island, directed by Alan Clarke and starring Peter Davison.

Dick Dent presents ‘Click Of The Fingers’

The Scottish jangle pop band Orange Juice named themselves due to that drinks innocent, fresh and sunny nature. If we extend this habit then Dick Dent should call himself “Rusks”. As a celebration of 8os electro pop this is so unashamedly in awe of Human League and OMD, that he writes songs so perfectly capturing the era that it inspires nostalgia for a decade I only entered half way through. To generate sentiment for the un-experienced is a hell of a trick.

Dick is like a draughtsman, using the blueprints of those electro-pioneers, as if planning a bank heist on his heroes.

‘Click Of The Fingers’ is the leading single from the upcoming album Mind If I Talk? and reveals his schemes. While the song may not surprise, everything you want is in the right place. Dick knows his way around a song and the key is ‘Click Of The Fingers’ would work in any format. Built on a gorgeous, swooping synth swivel the song has a wonderful sense of child like enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, ‘Vanishing Rain’ is as an over exposed day dream. ‘Birdsong’ is a stuttering shoegaze sigh.

Here’s the video which reminds me of a thing I used to plug into the TV to play really, really shit video games.

Dick Dent, the musician/waste management company has been described as “THE most unoriginal synth pop artist on the market today” and ‘Click Of The Fingers’ can be found at:


‘Click Of The Fingers’ comes from the upcoming album Do You Mind If I Talk?, which perfectly, can be bought on cassette.

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The Nth Degree: LIINES

Zoe McVeigh attacks you with a voice so loud and direct it’s shocking. Given that most psych singers are prone to shoegaze mumbling and most post punk singers are mining the Ian Curtis-isms, to hear a voice so loud and clear with each word sharpened to a point is both refreshing and slightly uncomfortable. Add in the fact that simple words are used and the one word titles, we have a singer who believes in Orwell’s less is more maxims, and proud of it. She pokes “you” right at… er.. you, making us complicit in the act.

If post punk is the music of revealing the inner workings of music than LIINES take the credo to the Nth Degree. With vocals, guitar, bass and drums they manage to make those four ingredients seem even less. They make Gang Of Four look orchestral.

And that’s why they’re LIINES. They’re the uncovered machinery, the reduction of things to geometry and interacting parts. They’re the philosophy of the way that things relate, and the resulting emotional impact.

‘Sorry’ is an exemplary introduction to LIINES’ brand of minimal art meets post punk classicism. They reveal the truth behind the art, and they’re not sorry.


Warm Digits – Flight Of Ideas

Our guest writer, Henry Forrest, perverted by language, takes off with Flight Of Ideas…

The UK seems to have a cherished legacy of electro pop duos. From Soft Cell to Erasure; Yazoo to the Pet Shop Boys and Sleaford Mods to Disclosure. It is the dynamic of two awkward yet inspired (even incongruous) musical minds merging to create music that is dispensable but wholly indispensable. Imagine being inside the opulent residence of the Great Gatsby, without ever realising that the person serving you the cheese and pineapple sticks is your illustrious host! 

Electro dance music, at its best, is and will always be the dirty undervalued sibling to the crafty and earnest dynamics of rock. The expression of mass exhilaration on the face of a regular rock concert goer is akin to a mathematical genius solving a mildly problematic sum.

Flight of Ideas is Warm Digits fourth album following on from the excellent Wireless World. The filmmaker John Waters recounted being scolded by an editor over a music review that he wrote in which he described Tom Waits as being the type of artist who never washed his underwear! With Warm Digits, Newcastle’s funky cerebral duo, not only do they not wash their underwear: they don’t wear any. Flight of Ideas is every great night out you’ve ever had or are yet to have. Sexy, slick, inventive – pulsating the senses emotionally and intellectually. 

‘Feel the Panic’ benefits from the collaboration with Lancaster’s own White Stripes, The Lovely Eggs. An infectious, glorious mediative snarl on complacent thought and action whose call to action intensifies with every beat. 

The hypnotic modulations of Philip Glass’s ‘Train’ provides the refrain that runs through Warm Digits ‘Replication’ which builds beautifully before petering out. There is a schizophrenic bent to the song titles that exudes a joyous sense of panic and uncertainty that jars with the assured accomplishment of the music: ‘False Positive’, ‘Everyone Nervous’ the most positive evocation is ‘I’m Ok, You’re OK’ – an electro pulse so cool and composed that Prince Andrew would use it as required listening to pass a polygraph! 

‘Shake the Wheels Off’ is the anthem that ears and hearts gravitate to and is so indiscriminately funky that any ironic non dancing dancing (you know the type – think any indie nightspot) becomes obsolete, as stiff movements succumb to graceful submersion to bass lines that Bootsy Collins would deprive himself of coke to be able to create. 

The best of the 80s runs through Flight of Ideas whether its Japan’s Quiet Life on ‘Frames and Cages’ or Laurie Anderson’s ’O Superman’ on ‘Everyone Nervous’ they are entry point samples that fuse the then shock-of-the-new seamlessly into the new that Warm Digits are articulating with each well-crafted note. If this is Warm Digits four albums in, God only knows what wonders a fifth record can bring. 


Henry Forrest is an LA based counterfeiter wondering what to do with the dead cop out back. Hit the tag below to see his other articles!

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The Heir Of Confusion – LoneLady presents ‘(There Is No) Logic’

With the same glorious satisfaction of completing a 3,000 piece jigsaw of the Sheffield skyline, LoneLady returns with a brand new single ‘(There Is No) Logic’. The genius god-box behind Nerve Up and Hinterland is back doing everything she does best… and better!

Hinterland moved LoneLady into a place inspired by Arthur Baker era New Order, but while the result was dance based, it was still rooted in the grey architecture of Manchester, celebrating the harsh aesthetics of car parks, canal bridges and underpasses.

Then: “Grey as the ghost town that towers above me

Now she pushes further into electronica and emerges into a world of colour, reflected in the red cover art, her new red-jacketed image and music video that’s half acid house, half opening sequence to Charlie Chalk.

Now: “Red as the words that i read on the wall

‘(There Is No) Logic’ shines as a rippling piece of dance music. What’s so special is that while there are a gazillion electro songs released every day, this has a quality that outperforms / destroys the competition. This has a sheen of excellence as well as exuberance. This isn’t just bedroom electro – this is as polished as Kraftwerk’s TEE and as breathless as New Order’s Technique.

The lyrics channel her beloved Gang Of Four “every heartbeat has a number, and your body knows it” – reducing our life to mechanics, but adding pathos as well.

As always, LoneLady uses and rebuilds the totems of the past to capture the present; a cultural vandal who builds for the future.


PS Just realised that Charlie Chalk sounds like drug slang… Which makes me wish the theme tune had been done by Johnny Thunders & The Heartbreakers.

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Don’t get this on Pitchfork do you?
“Johnny wouldn’t go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head ’round the door, and mentions there’s a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So – we go. And – it’s closed. So there’s me, one of Rip Rig & Panic, and TV Smith, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they’ve got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son… that’s a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the Charlie Chalk, and Johnny went on stage and did a great show.