Hello. On the 14th September I turn 23 and ze amazing Pictures Music will make available Achtung! I’ll substitute a clever description with this disclaimer: Anything you don’t like on there is pastiche, ok? See Picture’s sight for accuracy.
We used some lovely (albeit ephemeral) curls, drawn by my mother. See more Denise Zygadlo.
Mister Gerard Mckeever plays more trumpet. And Mister Ross Flemming plays some Accordian.
My Venezuelan friend Virginia Ramirez also knocked up these rather delightful images. Drink up! See more
In true Unwinese fashion, we revisit the much loved tale of three chairs, three bowls, three beds, those three anthropomorphic bears and that thieving little girlage, all accompanied by three acts of seriously silly music.
During the interval in which a blogger refrains from blogging it is likely that nothing has has happened in his or her life. Nothing worth sharing anyway. Indeed, since we last spoke I have been inside a vacuum.
Bizarrely, I have managed to gain weight, loose my hearing and a collection of new tracks have finished themselves. In essence, they are not unlike their precedents; to quote an eloquent review, “dubstep with vocals”. The Deaf School. Only this time, things the way they are, its pastiche! And even poppier.
Coming very soon!
Some polish posters
Here is an interview with Berlin music/lifestyle magazine Electronic Beats
I will be playing Berlin Live shows at Sameheads on the March the 12th and the Kiss Kiss Ballroom on the 22nd.
New music in the pipeline.
The “Don’t Distrub the Beasts” tracks are essentially reworks of “Filthy Logic” and “Manuscripts Don’t Burn”. I Cant really justify physically releasing them so here they are free of (obligatory) charge. I read somewhere recently of Euan Uglow that he never finished a painting, rather he just stopped them. I suppose this can be true of any artistic process that knows no destination. Hades originally lasted about 11minutes and needn’t have stopped there but in the interests of presenting a neatly ‘finished article’ I cut it right down.
Hit buy, enter £0 and provide your email to be sent the tracks free of charge, or of course you could “name your price”. FREE DOWNLOADS WILL BE BACK ON 29th JANUARY sorry for the delay.
In homage to wil o’ the wisp. And ‘the stumble this wine makes, we came face to face with the beasts on their hind legs’ Adam Glover
Russel Dempster’s Groom in Pencil
‘I want one’: Jan Van Eyck’s inspirational man with a turban. Perfect folds
With his father, he had once seen this very piece performed by a local ensemble in his home townhall. But the lasting memories were of images rather than music. He was riveted by the violist’s telling eyebrows which transformed his other wise static face from the depths of tragedy to the peeks of comedy following the inflections in the music. The first Violinist’s socks, the second’s embarrassed smile and the cellist’s tendency to scratch his knee after every other phrase similarly held his attention. He enjoyed making speculations about they’re private life based on what little clues they offered, a preoccupation he had inherited from his mother. At worst this syndrome effectively deafened him. At school he was attentive and obedient and read well, but he found it difficult to take in what he was taught verbally. And as a music listener he found it more rewarding to listen to the recording than see it played. When his grandmother died suddenly, during his lonely adolescence he forbade himself to cry. And not until days after the funeral when at dinner he heard the familiar sounds of the lento on the kitchen radio did he allow tickling tears to run down his cheeks and drop into his soup.
Following suit, she finally abandons herself. She closes her eyes and, bobbing gently on the undulating ocean of strings, relents to the music: She has been told about this apparently perfect movement but never does she imagine being so easily seduced. She does not appreciate symphonic music like the others do but chamber music she can understand. The intimacy. She can hear each instrument, every percussive sound of contact. For her, this intimacy is far more evocative than the comparatively distant sounds of an orchestra. String stimulate her especially. Now, lost in her sea reverie, she is truly enchanted. The cyclical narrative of the music evokes for her the threat of a storm which is repeatedly quelled. Reassured by the bass which never breaks from its simple pizzicato, never do the ominous crescendos disrupt the serenity of her floating body. And not until the revelatory Tierce de Picardy, kissing her back to life, does she open her eyes with a smile on her lips.
I’m heading back to the UK for a couple of dates in December.
11.12.2010 - Donkey Pitch/Brighton/UK
07.12.2010 - The Boiler Room/London/UK
06.12.2010 - Proper Gander/London/UK