Jason Molina + Okkervil River @ Crossing Border festival, Den Haag (23-Nov-2007)

Jason Molina @ Crossing Border festival, Den Haag

I arrived too late to see anything much of Okkervil River, but lucked into catching a live radio session from Okkervil’s Will Sheff later on. Then scored front-row seats for Jason Molina’s solo set of electric blues. Molina, typically polite and humble, disappoints his hard core of Dutch fans (who identify themselves by their unanimous snappy correction of the MC’s mispronunciation of “Songs: Ohio“) by drawing from his last handful of releases and not playing any Songs: Ohia material. I too would love to hear him play some of his earliest songs - but Molina is a searcher, not looking back: this is a man who purportedly will play songs at nights like this that he wrote that same morning.

See Molina play “Memphis Moon” @ Crossing Border here



Qui + Future Of The Left @ Paradiso (bovenzaal), Amsterdam (26-Nov-2007)

Future Of The Left finally arrive in the fine city of Amsterdam and deliver another acerbic, eloquently nonsensical set of short sharp sonic slams. Although ostensibly the support act to Qui, they are demanded back by the baying crowd for an instrument-abusing & drum-kit-disassembling encore. And all my FotL-stalking bears fruit: this is the first time I’ve ever had a song devoted to me, the particularly appropriate “Small Bones Small Bodies”!

Better Bovine Than Equine

Better Bovine Than Equine? (gevelsteen, Leiden)

David Yow now prowls menacingly rather than the all-action style he was renowned for when playing with Jesus Lizard, but that adds a tension to his performance - the audience never sure if he will flail off the stage when Qui hit one of their riff-peaks. He only leaves stage once, probably less from intent than from the unbalancing effects of excessive alcohol consumption…

See Qui play “Today, Gestation” @ Paradiso here



Jesu + Fear Falls Burning @ Paradiso (bovenzaal), Amsterdam (05-Dec-2007)

Jesu @ Paradiso, Amsterdam

Justin Broadrick is a supremely talented and influential musican - with a genre making-and-breaking history that takes in teenage inventor of grindcore (Napalm Death), a stint behind the kit with Head of David, the almighty mighty Godflesh, macro-dub infection (Ice, Techno Animal) and various breakbeat incarnations.
So yes, tonight I come to worship at the altar of JK Flesh, at his harmonics-bouncing-off-the-roof-of-hell guitar and his incredible way with machines. Jesu, the misty early morning light to Godflesh’s dark corners, is now a fully-fledged band, Broadrick augmented by longtime-collaborator Diarmuid Dalton on bass and drummer Ted Parsons, another with a special musical pedigree: Swans, Prong, Foetus, Godflesh amongst many (mostly dubbed-up) others. Parson pounds with precision and power, Broadrick’s programming filling in the spaces between and meshing perfectly with Parson’s biomechanical beats and Dalton’s low-end pulses. And then there is that guitar



State-X / New Forms festival @ Pard van Troje, Den Haag (14&15-Dec-2007)

State-X / New Forms festival @ Pard van Troje, Den Haag

from top: Killl, Michael Gira, Scout Niblett, Sunn O)))

An excellent two-night festival split across the multi-roomed Pard van Troje venue in The Hague. Catch the close of melodic Scottish indierockers The Twilight Sad’s set, before then being put through the wringer by Norweigian math-metal supergroup Killl with their strobe assault, eye-twisting backdrop and extremely precise (and loud!) power-electronics-augmented Viking riffage. The night ends with an uninspiring (DJ?)set from Aphex Twin, too populist in its intent but insufficiently groovesome to get the crowd going.
Night #2 starts with another superb Michael Gira performance (always in humble good (dark) humour), shining a cleansing, burning white light on all our failures and inadequacies . Unfortunately then have to make the difficult choice between Jesu and Scout Niblett, Scout winning through having been treated to Jesu in Amsterdam 10 days previously. She again delivers in spades, quickly winning over the first-timers with her powerful combination of kickass and fragile. It’s the first Scout gig I’ve seen where she doesn’t take a turn to bash at the drums, which disappoints some of us but ends up making for a powerful performance with her grungy guitar riffage well underpinned by Kristian Goddard’s hard-hitting drums.
The night ends with Sunn O)))’s pagan drone worship, their innards-massaging rumbles nicely filling the large space of the main venue.



Aesop Rock @ Melkweg, Amsterdam (05-Feb-2008)

Aesop Rock @ Melkweg, Amsterdam

Aesop, ably assisted by New York compadre Rob Sonic and DJ Big Whiz’s Wheels Of Steel, brings peace & good times to the Melkweg. By the closer “Daylight” he has the whole crowd signing along to his tongue-twisting rhymes, and before that we’re treated to plenty of songs from his recent “None Shall Pass” album and some amazing cuts from Big Whiz (when Aesop instructs him to “take us into outer space” in the midst of “Bring Back Pluto” he even adds some theremin caressing  to his dextrous fingerplay). Songs like “Fast Cars”, “39 Thieves” and “Commencement At The Obedience Academy” are all fist-pumpingly great, the animated skulls and bunnies of Jeremy Fish providing a suitably left-field backdrop.



Whip @ De Nieuwe Anita, Amsterdam (12-Feb-2008)

De Nieuwe Anita is the very definition of “gezellig“, a converted ground floor & basement apartment in a large residential block on a wide Amsterdam street, where you can have a beer while you get your hair cut. Whip brings his shy acoustic blues free-of-charge to the small appreciative crowd packed into the basement performance space (I later learn that Jason Merritt’s claustrophobia kicked in and left him messed up for a couple of days after). His “Atheist Lovesongs To God” release had him sounding like an early Palace-era Will Oldham, but his newer songs show him ploughing his own furrow.


Here is Whip’s cover version of Billy Idol’s “White Wedding”, from the “Bridging The Distance” benefit compilation on Arena Rock.


Whip - White Wedding



Pretty much the only thing I feared I’d be giving up on leaving London was the Big Smoke’s rich & varied live music scene. Sure, I still cast the occasional envious glance at The Luminaire’s programme of The Young Gods acoustic sets, Jason Molina Christmas parties and Stars Of The Lid supported by Boduf Songs (and reminisce how that great little venue was but a stone’s throw from my former lair), but my time in Holland so far has been packed full of excellent gigs. The beauty of this small country is that distances between cities are such that it is possible to go and see a show in a different city in the same travel time as it would take to get from one side of London to another - so I’ve already seen things in Amsterdam, Den Haag, Utrecht and Haarlem, and that list is only likely to grow (hopefully taking in Groningen’s Vera one of these days, which has a reputation as one of the best places to play anywhere in Europe). And the smaller hall upstairs at Paradiso, located in an old church but a space that can rock hard, has fast become one of my favourite venues.

So in another attempt at getting this site back up to speed, here is a (mainly visual) rundown of some of the great live experiences I’ve had in this country so far…


Six Organs Of Admittance @ Paradiso (bovenzaal), Amsterdam (14-Aug-2007)

I’ve written here about my first proper live experience in my new home, this highly-charged ritual of amplifier worship definitely one of my favourite shows of last year.


Future Of The Left @ Tivoli De Helling, Utrecht (04-Oct-2007)

Future Of The Left @ Tivoli De Helling, Utrecht

The maiden out-of-town gig, to catch Future Of The Left on their first foray to continental Europe. Their energetically vicious stabs of sound and low-end punch quickly won over the crowd, many of whom were presumably encountering the band for the first time (FotL were supporting American punkrockers Against Me!)


Michael Gira @ Paradiso (bovenzaal), Amsterdam (15-Oct-2007)

Michael Gira @ Paradiso, Amsterdam

That this show did not make my top gigs of ‘07 list is criminal oversight. Michael Gira is a living legend, and every performance of his that I have witnessed has been a special experience, none more so than this one. He invests his performances with genuine passion, his hollerin’ & boot-stampin’ making it seem as though he’s channeling a sold-his-soul bluesman playing in 1920’s dusty nowheresville. The set opens with Swans-song “I Am The Sun” and follows with a perfect mix of material covering further late-period Swans releases and all of Angels Of Light’s oeuvre. Gira wrly remarks that he wishes to “write spiritual songs, but I don’t have any”, but don’t worry Michael: as I’m sure the rest of this night’s audience would agree, despite the bleak and sometime hopeless nature of the subject matter, your performances reach right into one’s emotional core and are genuinely life-affirming.

Setlist: Michael Gira @ Paradiso (15 October 2007)
I Am The Sun
Promise Of Water
Nations
Failure
Lena’s Song
My Brother’s Man
She Lives!
Destroyer
My Sister Said
Sometimes I Dream I’m Hurting You
Rose Of Los Angeles
God Damn The Sun

Here is the encore “God Damn The Sun”, recorded live in Lisbon, Portugal in 2002 and taken from the (now out-of-print) “Living ‘02” release.

Michael Gira - God Damn The Sun (live in Lisbon)



Liars @ Melkweg, Amsterdam (30-Oct-2007)

Liars @ Melkweg, Amsterdam

My first experience of this legendary venue, and what an experience it was.  Angus Andrew seemed to be enjoying Amsterdam to its mind-altering fullest and was in fine showman form, he and his cohorts putting on a sensory assault of rhythmic noise and lights that overwhelmed some in the audience but delighted most (at their best Liars manage to channel the Cure, Bauhaus, Neubauten, and the Birthday Party, giving it all a post-modern/art-school twist, their live shows somewhere between pagan ritual and post-millennial dance party). The newest songs were blasted out fully-formed, unlike my first exposure to them months previously - and the trancey tribalism of the amazing “We Fenced Our Houses…” and “Let’s Not Wrestle Mt. Heart Attack” had the audience riveted in near-religious awe.


Mono + Future Of The Left @ Patronaat, Haarlem (09-Nov-2007)

Future Of The Left @ Patronaat, Haarlem

Following another blistering bass-heavy set from FotL (albeit with the band themselves not seeming to enjoy themselves, unhappy with the Haarlemmers engagement & their own equipment troubles), I didn’t actually see headliners Mono, instead listening to their bombastic but sterile ‘compositions’ from the merch stand while politely grilling FotL’s Falco for Albini tidbits & the like…


Gravenhurst @ Paradiso (bovenzaal), Amsterdam (20-Nov-2007)

Gravenhurst @ Paradiso, Amsterdam

Nick Talbot’s Nick Drake-isms sometimes sit incongruously with the (post)rockier tack he has taken on Gravenhurst’s past two albums. The best songs this night (like “Down River”, “The Western Lands” and “Black Holes In The Sand”) are when he pulls back on the earnest and the band collectively let their hair down.



Part II to follow shortly with futher uninformative blatherings on Jason Molina, Qui, Jesu, the State-X / New Forms festival, Aesop Rock and Whip…



Having once been a relatively enthusiastic proponent of the end-of-year ‘best of’ list, a few years ago I stopped putting these together in favour of just creating an aural review of releases I particularly liked in the form of a CD compilation. I suppose I rejected the idea of trying to rank the year’s releases, to come up with the ‘best album’ of that particular year, as this was forcing me to evaluate the music on a critical/intellectual level that doesn’t work for me - for me music is about feeling; from wanting to bang my head or creep myself out, from getting goosebumps of euphoria to twinges of melancholy… But I suppose it is sacrilege for a music-related blog to come to the end of a year and not attempt some sort of round-up, so rather than create a ranked list justified by socio-political contexts or clever meta-musical references, these are the records (in no particular order) and live performances that have rocked / droned / folked up / brokebeat / hiphopped my world in 2007, that have made me feel



Top 25 Albums of 2007


NarcoAgent Top 25 Albums of 2007

from top, l-r:

Magnolia Electric Co : “Sojourner” boxset (Secretly Canadian)

PJ Harvey : “White Chalk” (Island)

Angels Of Light : “We Are Him” (Young God)

Low : “Drums And Guns” (Sub Pop)

Liars : “Liars” (Mute)

Mammal : “Lonesome Drifter” (Animal Disguise)

Grinderman : “Grinderman” (Mute)

Boris with Michio Kurihara : “Rainbow” (Pedal/Drag City)

El-P : “I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead” (Definitive Jux)

Vic Chesnutt : “North Star Deserter” (Constellation)

Nina Nastasia & Jim White : “You Follow Me” (Fat Cat)

Om : “Pilgrimage” (Southern Lord)

Scout Niblett : “This Fool Can Die Now” (Too Pure)

Shellac : “Excellent Italian Greyhound” (Touch & Go)

Epic45 : “May Your Heart Be The Map” (Make Mine Music)

Magik Markers : “Boss” (Ecstatic Peace!)

MIA : “Kala” (XL)

Sigur Rós : “Hvarf-Heim” (EMI)

Stars Of The Lid : “And The Refinement Of Their Decline” (Kranky)

Jesu : “Conqueror” (HydraHead/Daymare)

Alela Diane : “The Pirate’s Gospel” (Holocene/Names/Fargo)

Six Organs Of Admittance : “Shelter From The Ash” (Drag City)

Bracken : “We Know About The Need” (Anticon)

Future Of The Left : “Curses” (Too Pure)

Earth : “Hibernaculum” (Southern Lord)




Top 5 EPs/Singles of 2007


NarcoAgent Top 5 EPs of 2007

l-r:

Efterklang : “Under Giant Trees” (Leaf)

Zonderhoof : “Zonderhoof” EP (Sound Devastation)

Joanna Newsom : “Joanna Newsom & The Ys Street Band” EP (Drag City)

Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy : “Ask Forgiveness” EP (Drag City/Domino)

Jesu : “Sundown / Sunrise” EP (Aurora Borealis/Daymare)

 



Top 10 Gigs of 2007


NarcoAgent Top 10 Gigs of 2007

Future Of The Left + Infants @ The Luminaire, London (10 March 2007)

Josh T Pearson @ ATP festival, Minehead (27 April 2007)

Nick Cave / Grinderman @ ATP festival, Minehead (28 April 2007)

Dirty Three @ ATP festival, Minehead (29 April 2007)

Scout Niblett @ Bush Hall, London (21 May 2007)

Isis + Boris @ Koko, London (02 July 2007)

Liars @ Madame Jo Jo’s, London (03 July 2007)

Six Organs Of Admittance @ Paradiso (bovenzaal), Amsterdam (12 August 2007)

Sonic Youth do “Daydream Nation” @ The Roundhouse, London (30 August 2007)

Jesu @ Paradiso (bovenzaal), Amsterdam (05 December 2007)


Correctly guess which picture was taken at which gig and I will send you a copy of my “Best of 2007″ 2CD compilation (once I’ve pulled my finger out of my ass and actually made the thing). Use the contact form on the Disclaimer page to submit your ‘entry’.



And so I finally get myself up-to-date… I’ve heard some great new music over the past couple of months - Mammal (Big Black ketamine blues!), two new Six Organs Of Admittance releases, Jesu’s fully-formed “Pale Sketches“, finally tracking down the 2-disc Japanese issue of Sunn O))) & Boris’s “Altar” collaboration, and finding myself liking Sigur Rós’s “Hvarf-Heim” a lot more than I felt inclined to - but here are the albums that particularly tickled my fancy in November & December:



November - Magik Markers : “Boss” (Ecstatic Peace!)

The first inkling I got of Magik Markers‘ potential power was on seeing Elisa Ambrogio doing her axe-wielding schoolmistress thing as part of Six Organs Of Admittance, spewing sheets of noise over Ben Chasny’s intricate guitar lines. While I at first wondered whether she could actually play, I was soon bowled over by her instinctive and natural style, effortlessly building towering walls of sound. ”Axis Mundi” kicks things off with just such a piece of tortured guitar, the feedback looping into Pete Nolan’s driving beat - a better opening to an album I haven’t heard in a while. Elisa then sets the writhing sexual tone of many of these songs with the downright dirty: “I left my stink like a mink’s dead gland / All over your mouth, all over your hand“, her words bringing “the blood and violence of religion and nature” to this “Night Of The Hunter“-referencing love song.

Magic Markers - Boss

I’ve heard “Boss” referred to as sounding like Sonic Youth, probably due to Lee Ranaldo’s presence (he produces and adds his inimitable guitar to a few tracks) and its release on Thurston Moore’s Ecstatic Peace! label - and sure “Body Rot” has Sonic Youth all over it, sounding like “Catholic Block” with Elisa channeling Kim Gordon - but for the rest this is uniquely-created guitar music that challenges as much as it rocks. I’ve got the impression that there are those that feel Magic Markers have sold themselves out by making a ‘commercial’ album, that they’ve reined in what makes them special (they are an apparently formidable live experience, with numerous limited CD-R releases trying to capture this exhilarating & obliterating freeform noise assault), but to these ears (still not having heard - or seen - any of their other work) this is one of the year’s best rock releases, with sufficient bouts of barely-controlled guitar noise juxtaposed with the brittle piano of “Empty Bottles” and ethereal pluckings of “Bad Dream/Hartford’s Best Suite”.

“Last Of The Lemach Line” slithers along like the blue snake in the Garden Of Eden, sucking you into that place where sex, religion and violence meet, Elisa doing Patti-Smith-at-the-pulpit before she turns cracked torch singer on “Empty Bottles”, multi-instrumentalist Nolan’s piano glowing with a wabi-sabi beauty.
“Four/The Ballad Of Harry Angstrom” and album closer ”Circle” lazily recycle “Lemach Line”’s vocal melody but work as further showcases for Ambrogio’s primal rhymes and Calvinist/Crowley-esque intonations, with the gentle “Bad Dream/Hartford’s Beat Suite” providing a melancholic interlude with its musings on death and severed thumbs.

Magik Markers have apparently released some 30 recordings over CD-Rs, cassettes and the occasional ‘proper’ factory-pressed slab of vinyl or CD, relentlessly documenting their evolution. If “Boss” showcases their current maturation into a beast near the top of rock’s food chain, now it is time for me to excitedly delve into the Magik Markers pre-history and wallow in their primal soup



December - Alela Diane : “The Pirate’s Gospel” (Holoscene Music)

It was during a Michael Gira show at Paradiso when between songs he pointed to the pretty girl standing in front of me and asked: “Are you Alela Diane?”, and on receiving a shy nod confidently predicted to the audience that she would “be a star”. This certainly piqued my interest, coming from the man who ‘discovered’ Devendra Banhart and introduced me to the amazing Low by way of a glowing recommendation in one of his open letters. It was not a week later that I chanced upon Dutch TV show “Vrije Geluiden” to see Ms Diane performing three of her songs live in the studio, and capitivating they certainly were. It has taken me a while to track down her album “The Pirate’s Gospel” in which time it has popped up on many “Best of 2007″ lists, most notably scoring the #1 spot on Rough Trade’s end of year list. This album was actually first released in 2004 in a handmade edition of 650, Alela herself “sewing lace and paper bags for the case, drawing golden ships, lettering ink, and burning each CD”, before Holoscene Music approached her to release a resequenced version in the US in late 2006 and in Europe & Australia in 2007.

Alela Diane - The Pirate’s Gospel

Sharing her Nevada City hometown with friend Joanna Newsom, there is a certain similarity with “The Milk-Eyed Mender” in that this album feels like the work of rare talent (like Alasdair Roberts too), taking centuries of folk music and creating something that is fresh, natural and interesting while still being authentically rooted in the tradition. The meditative songs are about loneliness, wanderlust, (broken) family, religion, displacement and heartache, and have that timeless quality about them instrinsic to all folk musics. “The Rifle” could soundtrack an elegaic Western, “The Pirate’s Gospel” is a sea-chanty for the landlocked Nevada mountains, and “Foreign Tongue” a stark lament on being alone in a foreign place, written when she embarked on a “journey of solitude” in Europe. The rest of the album weaves in elements of gospel and blues along with the trance-like folk picking, all intertwined in her strong sometimes haunting voice. The bonus tracks on the European release, “Heavy Walls” and “Gipsy Eyes” are well worth inclusion, so seek it out from Names via Rough Trade or Fargo.


Here is album track “The Rifle” recorded for a Daytrotter Session at the SXSW festival in Austin, Texas (March 2007).


Alela Diane - The Rifle (Daytrotter Session)



Thanks to the fine folks at Daytrotter. Check out Daytrotter Sessions from Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy, Marissa Nadler, Castanets, Nina NastasiaOkkervil River and many more. See here for another Alela Diane live session on MOKB/SIRIUS radio.



Compared to the relatively barren (for me) musical months of August and September, October was the veritable muthalode: releases by Om (Floyd-esque pursuit of the transcendental Ur-drone), PJ Harvey (bleak piano-led English Gothic), Qui (the Return of Yow!), and Wooden Shjips (retrotastic distorto-organ-rock) all caught the ear, but it was the newest recordings of two favourite performers that got locked in some winner-takes-all deathmatch before I realised “hey, we’re all winners” and wimped out on the decision by making them both ‘albumi of the month’.


Future of The Left : “Curses” (Too Pure)

It has been exciting following this band from their first London show in September 2006 (this being the first official Future Of The Left show - the previous few were ’secretly’ performed under aliases: Mooks of Passim, Guerilla Press, Dead Redneck…) through to catching them in 3 different Dutch cities in the past three months as they embarked on the first Future Of The Left tour of Europe. Back in late 2006 they arrived pretty much fully-formed, having obviously spent a lot of time nurturing & perfecting their songs before unleashing them on the public - most of the songs on “Curses” were part of the live set pretty much from the beginning, with only the keyboard stompers first appearing in March. So these songs are like old friends, and far from tiring of their company now that I can spin them whenever I want I am like the proverbial cat (Colin? Chicken?) that got the cream.

Future Of The Left - Curses

Opening with the storming “The Lord Hates A Coward”, the album starts in turbo-charged high gear and only lets the foot off the pedal for the closing Noel Coward-esque “The Contrarian”. This out-of-character last song aside, the album pummels the listener with sledgehammer bass, piston-pounding drums and guitar that could cut through steel. Like Shellac (the band they’re most often compared to), Future Of The Left have a wonderful ability to create dynamic tension in their songs through the removal and re-addition of one of the three instruments, Kelson Mathias’s phat bass and Jack Egglestone’s precision beats often providing the granite foundation to the song before Andy Falkous comes in to spew molten guitar or keyboard riffs and his (mostly uninterpretable) lyrical bile over the proceedings. And despite the words being seemingly mostly meaningless they are strung together in such a literary way that makes ‘em unforgetable: you have tall tales of a Devil Thumb, Jack’s pretty pussy, Atlantis rendered badly in oil paints, tiny exo-skeletons and uninteresting ostriches, and get to ponder whether it’s better to be bovine than equine (which I first heard as “better porkfat than eggwhite” and which still made some kinda sense), hedgehog than porcupine, half-cut than borderline…

“Fuck The Countryside Alliance” owes the most to Shellac with its undulating bassline and spare beat, and is also Falco’s most easily decipherable lyric - an anti-Conservative diatribe, a call to arms against the wealthy country gentry, the screams of “take a man to his nightmares in a Landrover” eerily chilling (but funny too: like Killdozer or Shellac, and of course mclusky, FotL’s black sense of humour successfully shines through the music, without ever being a joke that one could tire of).
“Suddenly It’s A Folk Song” will soon be appearing on a double A-side release of punky new wave gloriousness with “Manchasm”, both songs deserving of tearing up the ‘independent’ airwaves (if such a thing still exists) - “Folk Song” in particular is a perfect pop song in the sense that Pixies and Nirvana wrote pop songs, music that can have populous appeal without comprimising the song’s (or the band’s) integrity.
adeadenemyalwayssmellsgood” is one of my favourite songs of the year, moving with a minimalist punkfunk strut that Gang of Four would be proud of and mixing a mammoth riff & Rawhide with arguably the first ever usage of the word “paradiddle” in a song lyric.

I couldn’t help myself wondering though how great these songs would sound recorded over at Electrical Audio, but Falco gave me a fairly compelling reason as to why that is likely to remain a ‘what if?’. And I rudely suggested that the gaps between songs could’ve been a bit longer (so as to allow the listener a momentary breather & to reflect on the gem that had just passed) only to learn that the gaps are the result of hours of intense intra-band debate. I should learn not to question the Mighty Falcotron. Grow into your body happily!!!


Hear live versions of the album’s first three songs at the bottom of this post.



Scout Niblett : “This Fool Can Die Now” (Too Pure

Scout Niblett rocks so damn hard, but can rock so sweetly soft too. It is this wide dynamic - the highs & lows of someone who wears her emotions on her sleeve - helped by the sparseness of the instrumentation (usually just electric guitar, sometimes accompanied by drums), that makes Scout’s live performances so affecting. New songs like “Nevada”, “Let Thine Heart Be Warmed”, “Do You Want To Be Buried With My People?” and “Kiss“ have really captured my imagination over the past twelve months or so, and so (like with Future Of The Left) I couldn’t wait to have the recorded versions in my sweaty stumps, to pore & paw over to my heart’s desire. With Steve Albini charged with capturing it all on tape, and the Bonnie ‘Prince’ hillBilly-ing on four of the songs, it was going to be brilliant.

Scout Niblett - This Fool Can Die Now

So it is disappointing that “This Fool Can Die Now” isn’t quite as huge as I’d hoped it would be. The drums don’t punch hard enough, the guitar doesn’t sear like I know it can, and on some songs Scout’s vocals sound a bit off - like both she and Albini were having a bad day at the office. Don’t get me wrong, I really like this album it just doesn’t knock me over like she does live. Scout is able to hold halls of people transfixed with just her elemental guitar and her soaring voice, but here the added instrumental flourishes (strings, fer chrissakes) and insufficent dynamic range between what should be rapturous volume and ghostly quiet, detract from that raw sound that can suck people right in. Note this as a first: I’ve badmouthed a Steve Albini piece of work! But Scout’s distinctive songs (and the person they spring from) are intact, and Oldham’s presence is a welcome one, still making this one of my favourite albums of the year.

The two opening duets with Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy work well, Oldham comfortably inhabiting the male lover-persona, and “Let Thine Heart Be Warmed” is one of Scout’s standout songs (although here given a strange, incongruous industrial edge as the sound of scraped pipes swings unnecessarily throughout).
The headbanging roadtrip of “Nevada” is my favourite track, like a lovers’ “Fear & Loathing…” and probably the song on this album that comes closest to doing justice to the Scout Niblett live experience.
On “Dinosaur Egg” Scout adds some new verses to the already classic David Shrigley lyrics, personalizing the song further: “Solitude, sweet solitude / When will you disappear? / ‘Cause you’re an acceptable guest sometimes / But you’ll not be a long-term friend of mine“, and the perfectly Scout-ian: “My solar body, oh my solar body / When will I join you out of this flesh? / ‘Cause I am sick & tired of being sick & tired / And I’d much rather be a golden ball of light… but still have sex…

Despite my aforementioned disappointment with “This Fool Can Die Now” I have it on regular rotation in NarcoAgent Towers and am unshakeable in my faith in Scout Niblett as one of modern music’s treasures. This album and 2005’s “Kidnapped By Neptune” both come close to being truly great, but fall short of capturing the awesome Scout-in-the-flesh experience - see her live if she comes to a town near you.  


Here is the opening track of the album: “Do You Want To Be Buried With My People?“, recorded live-in-the-studio in November for The Guardian’s Music Weekly podcast.


Scout Niblett - Do You Want To Be Buried With My People? (live in session)



Scout Niblett and Future of The Left releases can be obtained directly from Too Pure (http://toopure.bigcartel.com/). Too Pure have also recently launched a Singles Club (http://www.toopure.com/singlesclub/) which should hopefully feature a 7″ of unreleased songs from both Scout and FotL.



Still in London in September as a visitor and one last chance to catch a gig at The Spitz before this great venue is no more thanks to the lure of the developers’ dollar. Despite  over 10,000 signatures on a petition plus support from the press and the mayoral office, The Spitz’s landlords will close the venue down after eleven years of it being a leading light on London’s independent music scene.

I had one of my best live experiences there in my early days in the city - seeing :zoviet*france: and Evan Parker* play together, with a young Dawn McCarthy yodelling as support (more on this at a later date) - and also good times with Hood, Third Eye Foundation, Appendix Out, Piano Magic, Downpour, Cat Power, Squarepusher, Paul Schütze Trio, Experimental Audio Research

Notice has been given to quit the premises by end-September, so The Spitz Festival Of Folk is the last ever music festival to be staged at this Old Spitalfields Market venue. The Festival programme takes in Charlie Parr, Circulus, The See See, Lone Pigeon and others, but tonight is the opening with legendary (to me!) Scottish troubadour Alasdair Roberts supported by Jackie Oates.

Spitz Festival Of Folk flyer

The place is empty and we find ourselves at the very same candelit table, right up against the stage, as for :zoviet*france:-Evan Parker those ten years ago (almost to the day). After an enjoyable set of classic English folk from young fiddle-singer Jackie Oates, Ali Roberts takes to the stage and starts off with fantastical “Down Where The Willow Wands Weep” from his amazing 2003 album “Farewell Sorrow“. In his solo guise (as opposed to the more psych-folk Appendix Out), Roberts blows the dust off & re-animates ancient British (murder) ballads, pays homage to the fabled folksinging & storytelling of the likes of Paddy Tunney, Shirley Collins, Nic Jones and Duncan Williamson, but also writes original material (as on “Farewell Sorrow”) so perfectly entwined with the arcane, the mystical, the historical that years hence will no doubt be considered as much an integral part of the British folk fabric as that of his heroes.

Ali Roberts @ The Spitz (06-09-2007)

The first half of the set is mostly made up of material from 2007’s “The Amber Gatherers“, a more upbeat collection of songs than any of his previous releases, although the sombre “The Cruel War” then leads into darker territory. Ali’s version of Duncan Williamson’s sea chanty ”The Golden Vanity” is given added poignancy in hindsight - Williamson died on 8th November 2007, just two months after this show. He follows with a new song - an interpretation of the traditional “The Burning Of Auchindoun” with apocalyptic overtones. The feeling of death & destruction is carried through to the moving “Lord Ronald”, a bleak tale of a nobleman’s poisoning at the hands of his sweetheart, who herself will come to a gruesome end: “I’ll leave her the rope / And the high gallows-tree / And let her hang there / For the poisoning of me…”
For “Admiral Cole” he is joined on vocals by the flame-haired Alex Neilson - “the russet-est sprite in London tonight” - who I recall doing a damn fine job behind the drumkit as part of Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy’s touring band earlier in the year (and who also has his own project in Directing Hand as well as various collaborations with former Telstar Pony David Keenan).

Ali Roberts & Alex Neilson @ The Spitz (06-09-2007)

The set comes to  a close with the crowd-singalong of “The Whole House Is Singing”, the tentative humming of the audience growing stronger as Ali coaxes us out between the verses, likening us to a mouse poking its nose out of its hole, slowly becoming bolder. It is a fitting close as he manages to weave such magic over us all that it seems only right that we end up singing along with him at the end.

He returns for a single song encore - the maudlin melancholy of  ”The Wife Of Usher’s Well” (AKA Three Little Babes) - having managed this night to take us through most of the emotional spectrum. Hopefully support slots on tours by the likes of Joanna Newsom and the Decemberists has awakened a wider ‘alt.folk’ audience to Alasdair Roberts’ considerable talents, as his timeless songs and re-inventions of UK folk’s heritage deserve as much exposure as possible.


Setlist: Alasdair Roberts @ The Spitz Festival Of Folk, The Spitz (06 September 2007)
Down Where The Willow Wands Weep
Riddle Me This
Waxwing
I Had A Kiss Of The King′s Hand
Farewell Sorrow
(instrumental)
Where Twines The Path
The Cruel War
The Golden Vanity (from the singing of Duncan Williamson)
The Burning Of Auchindoun
Lord Ronald
Admiral Cole
The Whole House Is Singing
The Wife Of Usher’s Well



Here is “Long A-Growing” from the “Protect Our Secret Handshake” compilation (Comes With A Smile vol.9) which accompanied Comes With A Smile magazine #13 (2003).


Alasdair Roberts - Long A-Growing



Some more photos of Ali Roberts in performance can be found here and here.



* and no, it most definitely wasn’t jazz :)



I’ve written previously how Mogwai served up my last live experience as a Londoner, yet I was but a month-old Amsterdammer before I found myself back in Blighty’s capital at one of it’s most venerable live music institutions - the Roundhouse, home to (apparently) classic gigs by the likes of Jimi Hendrix, the Doors (their only UK show), Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie (and where My Bloody Valentine will be making their live comeback) - for Sonic Youth’s run-through of their 1988 album “Daydream Nation“.
Daydream Nation” is considered by many to be Sonic Youth’s finest - personally, that honour goes to the previous year’s “Sister“, but “Daydream Nation” is undoubtedly a landmark work, a greater-than-the-sum-of-its-parts collection of alternatively-tuned anthemic rock songs, housed in an iconic sleeve courtesy of the candles of Gerhard Richter

My one previous live Sonic Youth experience was extremely disappointing - a set of pretentious art-wankery & extreme self-indulgence at the Mogwai-curated All Tomorrow’s Parties festival in 2000, that most likely had the entire audience ticking it off as ‘worst gig of the year’. So I’m really hoping I don’t get burned again, but figure that this Don’t Look Back song-for-song recreation is a safe bet - after all, I know exactly what is going to be played! (not that the Don’t Look Back concept takes the fun out of gig-going - sure you know what is going to be played & in what sequence, but it is the observation of the music in a live context that truly brings it alive, and allows one to marvel at the insight into the how of its creation).

From the opening jangle of “Teen Age Riot” I know I’m in for a treat, and by that song’s end - which has Thurston Moore and Lee Ranaldo clashing their guitars like lightsabres while the feedback squalls around them - the goosebumps are in full force.

Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation @ the Roundhouse, London (30-08-2007)

The songs really rock, with seemingly more energy than the recorded versions - which makes sense as the band (all so comfortable with their instruments, effortlessly throwing out scorching riffs and striking rock-god poses without even trying) are feeding off the energy of the appreciative audience. When they launch into “‘Cross The Breeze” most of the crowd seem to jump for joy as one, all privately singing along with Kim Gordon: “Let’s go walking on the water / Now you think I’m Satan’s daughter…”

Fifth song in and I’m hit by the revelation that it’s Ranaldo’s vocal (and lyrics) on “Eric’s Trip” - something I’d never before thought about, always just assuming it was Thurston, the same going for “Hey Joni” and “Rain King” - but these are clearly Ranaldo’s songs, fleshed out with the precision pound of Steve Shelley and rapidfire riffs of Kim & Thurston. The band even recreate the musique concrete of “Providence”, Thurston manipulating a recording through a small guitar amp.

Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation @ the Roundhouse, London (30-08-2007)

Then the guitar-string-squeal opening of “The Wonder” leads us into the closing Trilogy of songs, “Hyperstation” being the evening’s slower-burning highlight and “Eliminator Jr.” (probably the ‘people’s favourite’ on the album) getting the crowd into one last headbanging frenzy.

The band do return for an encore of more recent songs closed off with a strangely out-of-tune “Schizophrenia” (my favourite SY song sadly not done justice this night), but this doesn’t add to the experience - the blissed out hour-and-a-quarter of “Daydream Nation” itself was all we needed to be sent out euphoric into the night.



Here is “‘Cross The Breeze“, recorded live at the Noise Now Festival in Düsseldorf, Germany on 27 March 1989 (and released on the Deluxe Edition re-issue of “Daydream Nation”):


Sonic Youth - ‘Cross The Breeze (live in Düsseldorf)



with thanks to amnoti for his writeup



(… tumbleweed… ) The level of activity here of late could accurately be described as ‘comatose’ but this hopefully sees a return to more lively enterprise. But first some catch-up…


August - MIA : “Kala” (XL)

This post is several months late, and is somewhat moot given that I only heard a handful of new records in the month of August, but that shouldn’t detract from what is in my opinion an excellent album. MIA’s first offering “Arular” was feted far and wide, no doubt helped by the controversy surrounding Maya Arulpragasam’s familial links to the Tamil Tigers and her own mouthy militancy. I didn’t quite get the hype but still fell for the effective minimalism of the production, the beats sparse & punchy like well-aimed blows, and MIA’s words which brought to mind far-away places whilst being firmly rooted in inner city London. “Kala” succeeds in being an advancement - despite a fragmented & geographically far flung recording process, it is a more complete and consistent work.

MIA - Kala

What appeals to me about MIA is that it’s an appropriate soundtrack to the diverse yet interconnected clash that is the global village (or as she herself calls it, the “World Town”), a technologically-advanced global music (versus more historically-rooted ‘world music’), taking in London grime, Bollywood glitz, Rio clubland and Aboriginal hiphop, all delivered in a highly-tooled street slang. It can conjure vivid images of urban environments all over the world, from the hot & dusty to the cold & dark, from the mean streets of Lagos to the mean streets of Baltimore. From being kidnapped “in a Datsun from a street in Acton” to a Barbarella lookalike “dogging on the bonnet of ya red Honda”…

Sure, there are tracks on this album which don’t really appeal - the singles “Boyz” and ”Jimmy” and the Timbaland-produced “Come Around” in particular - yet I still sometimes find myself somehow enjoying them against my natural instincts. The innovative cross-cultural sounds and Maya’s brash polemic win through, and when I connect with it I’m pulled right in. “Paper Planes” is brilliant, it’s feelgood ’summer song’ vibe meshing with the darker themes of drug dealing, street robbery and murder (the use of the poignant keyboard intro to the Clash’s “Straight To Hell“ working successfully to focus thoughts on the urban condition and the wrongs that we inflict on the planet and each other). “20 Dollar” also pilfers recent alterno-rock classics (Pixies’ “Where Is My Mind?” & New Order’s “Blue Monday”) to appeal right to the sweet spot of the likes of me, but the song’s amazing production and lyrics that mix in African child soldiers, Islamic fundamentalism, and just plain old MC egotism (”I put people on the map that never seen a map”)  lifts it well clear from simply being a knowingly nostalgic wink to 30-something white males or an arch exercise in hip(hop) postmodernism.


Check out “Paper Planes” from the radio session MIA did on KCRW Morning Becomes Eclectic in early August.


MIA - Paper Planes (live on KCRW)



September - Angels Of Light : “We Are Him” (Young God Records)

Michael Gira is one of those artists who I think worthy of (some sort of) worship. His body of work, from Swansself-titled EP in 1982 via self-released handmade home-recorded solo acoustic discs to this most recent Angels Of Light offering, is of consistently high quality and ploughs a unique furrow through post-punk’s landscape, spanning no-wave, industrial, gothic, and more recently americana, blues and avant folk. At a recent solo show in Amsterdam, Gira bemoaned that he would like to write “spiritual songs… but I don’t have any”. He shouldn’t worry - his past work has successfully managed to both plumb depraved depths and soar to spiritual highs, and he should be wary of the kind of ’spiritual’ schmaltz that hitting a certain age and fatherhood can bring on in previously uncompromising songwriters (Nick Cave you know who you are).

As someone for whom Swans were an important part of my musical development, I’ve sometimes yearned for that old rage to surface in Gira’s Angels Of Light work (when it does, as in “My True Body” from the first album “New Mother”, the results are kickass). Hearing songs in their stripped-down (live) form highlights how the Angels Of Light ‘process’ smoothes the jagged edges and coats the vitriol in honey (compare the solo recording of “Destroyer” from “I Am Singing To You From My Room” to the ‘official’ version on “The Angels Of Light Sing ‘Other People’” to hear what I mean), and Gira’s solo readings of Swans classics like “Failure” and “God Damn The Sun” also show that his focus on the acoustic as opposed to pursuing a “Rock” sound needn’t mean that the monolithic weight of his earlier output can’t be delivered in the Angels Of Light format.

So I’m happy that “We Are Him” is Angels Of Light’s most Swans-like offering yet, right down to the album artwork by British artist Deryk Thomas, whose creepy bunnies graced the artwork of Swans’ early 90s albums “White Light From the Mouth Of Infinity“, “Love Of Life” and “Omniscience“. Swans alumni Bill Rieflin, Christoph Hahn and Phil Puleo also contribute (and as Gira himself said, helped give “the songs balls, or bowels in many instances, as well as occasionally lifting things up nach Himmel“). Early in, “Promise Of Water” is as gothically creepy as anything Gira’s done, and album highlight “Not Here/Not Now” is one of Gira’s finest songs, its looping droning rhythm slowly building, to then drop away to reveal the affecting vocal of Siobhan Duffy Gira, Michael’s wife.

All these Swans references are not meant to disrespect Gira’s more recent work (and he’s often stated he wants to draw a line under his previous band), in fact every album he has done has been different to the last, and “We Are Him” is another evolutionary step - but just one that is more comfortable with its past.


Listen to “Black River Song” and “We Are Him” on the Young God Records website here.

All Angels Of Light recordings, as well as Swans reissues, Michael Gira solo recordings and limited edition web-only exclusives, are available from Young God Records. Purchasing these directly from the great man himself means you’ll receive signed copies!



A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
Things have been deathly quiet in NarcoAgentland the past two months or so, largely as a result of me having continued to straddle two countries* whilst I go in search of free love. Normal service will hopefully be resumed soon, but for the moment I’d like to travel back in time to the weekend of 11/12 August, which ushered in my first live music experience(s) in Amsterdam.

First up, it was a chance encounter of seven-piece all-female country/folk band Oops-a-Daisies, who performed an unplugged set outdoors at the Blauwe Theehuis in Vondelpark on the Saturday afternoon. Although they dismiss themselves as a ‘novelty band’, Oops-a-Daisies played an enjoyable set of country & bluegrass standards, very “Flowers In The Wildwood“. Then that evening it was to Subbacultcha @ Bitterzoet to catch the energetic Check 1-2 headlining a benefit gig to raise funds following an accident that destroyed their van and much of their equipment. Venerable Dutch indiepoppers Bettie Serveert were also on the bill, but we arrived too late to see them. Bitterzoet is located just around the corner from my new home so hopefully there’ll plenty of good stuff to see there in the future!

On to Sunday, and the ‘main course’: before my arrival in Holland I’d clocked that Six Organs Of Admittance would be playing at Paradiso’s small bovenzaal at the very sedate time of 4pm, and so had earmarked this as being my inaugural Amsterdam gig.
Paradiso is a large converted church, close to Amsterdam’s ‘party square’ of Leidseplein, and the upstairs bovenzaal (upper hall) proves to be an excellent live room: intimate size, great sound, stage raised to a good height, and replete with stained-glass windows. The support band Jean Parlette (from the northern Dutch province of Friesland) impresses - a Friesian Tunng, with their warm vocals and glitchy folk (or as described on their website: ‘huis-tuin-en-keuken-elektronica’) - but I’m impatient for Six Organs’ Ben Chasny to take the stage (move over Albini, Broadrick, Sparhawk, Falco et al, the NarcoAgent has a new guitar hero…).

When Chasny does appear, he is accompanied by a primly-dressed woman, hair tied-up in school-marm fashion - this (as it turns out, enchanting) young lady is Elisa Ambrogio of Magik Markers, and if I’d known anything about Magik Markers beforehand I might’ve been prepared for what follows a couple of songs into the set…
The first song is Chasny solo, his impressive guitar playing conjuring up the sound of several guitars and a bass, not just a lone instrument. Ambrogio fiddles with her amp then stands watching impassively, guitar in hand, before joining in for the second song. As soon as she hits her first power chord she becomes a woman possessed, bashing out swathes of noise to a confounded audience who no doubt expected something more wallflower-esque in the folk venacular.

Six Organs Of Admittance live @ Paradiso (12-08-2007)

Although much of the Six Organs output appears superficially to be delicately fingerpicked folk songs, there is an undercurrent of noise and drone to most of Chasny’s work (check “Black Wall” from “The Sun Awakens” as an example), and tonight he and Elisa get to explore that to the full. Together they transform “Hum A Silent Prayer” (on record near-acapella, albeit with an ominous drone hovering in the far distance) into a frightening psych-rock dirge. The rest of the set fits perfectly with the Chasny/Ambrogio duelling guitars dynamic - songs like “Home” and “Sum Of All Heaven” having their drone-drenched innards turned inside out to compelling effect, with Elisa giving form & meaning to the phrase “letting your hair down”. She and Chasny seem perfectly in sync, and the sight of them fronting up to each other, straining as they wrench beautiful noise from their instruments, is an exhilarating one.

Six Organs Of Admittance live @ Paradiso (12-08-2007)

All this sturm-und-drang noise-und-drone is sharply contrasted with moments of fragile beauty, like “Words For Two” and “All You’re Left” where Chasny’s expressive voice and amazing playing cause some sort of reaction in me which could only be described as spiritual in nature (it may be in part the setting, my first proper gig in my new home, the smell of sense-heightening substances on the air… but this Six Organs experience brings tears to my eyes). In Buddhist doctrine the six organs of admittance are the five senses plus the soul. Chasny’s take on this is that the sixth organ is not the soul, but rather the active imagination that accesses the ‘mundus imaginalis‘ (coined by Henry Corbin), “that place where visions and prophetic dreams exist between the corporeal world and the world of the spirits.”

Six Organs Of Admittance live @ Paradiso (12-08-2007)

Halfway through the set Chasny offers up a new song from forthcoming album “Shelter From The Ash” (out 20 November on Drag City), which as the name suggests is more darkly apocalyptic than his previous work (too much time spent hanging with David Tibet no doubt, although to give Tibet his due there’s no escaping the fact that we are all fucked! :). The set ends with a cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “That’s Allright”, here transformed into alternating passages of delicate vocals and wigged-out guitar noise in keeping with what has gone before (I used to have a childhood crush on Stevie Nicks but Elisa Ambrogio can now step in - what’s not to love about a woman who can wield a guitar with such twinset venom?). Definite contender for gig of the year (Bruno Banani - who was one hell of a lot more prompt in getting his review up - concurs).


Here is a ‘live on air’ version of “Thousand Birds” from the “Gold Leaf Branches” compilation on Digitalis.


Six Organs Of Admittance - Thousand Birds (live on air)


Recent Six Organs Of Admittance recordings can be sourced directly from Drag City. Older Six Organs recordings are available on the Holy Mountain label, where you can listen to some sound clips.


PS: check out the “cookbook” section of the Six Organs Of Admittance website for some interesting recipes - I particularly like this one from Chasny for “Butterfly Wing Cakes”:

  • 1 cup Flour
  • 2 cups Redwood Forest Mud
  • 8 Black Butterfly Wings for garnishing
  • 3/4 cup Brown Sugar
  • 1/2 cup Water from a Broken Well
  • 1 Tibetan Horn
  • 2 Eagle’s Eggs
  • Skull of Cattle

  • Mix mud and flour together. Give 3 blows on Tibetan Horn. Loud like the shrill of a dying crustacean. Pour in Well Water. Mix. Smash something that bothers you. Proceed to mix eggs and sugar in. Mix well. One long blast from Tibetan Horn. Loud like Thunder through a Marshall. Talk to Skull. Tell it you are not scared in the least of Death. Pour into cupcake pan. Cook until done. Garnish with Black Butterfly Wings.



    * this reminds me of a quaint expression used by Afrikaner South Africans to describe their English-speaking countrymen: soutpiel (literally “salt cock”). The soutpiel has one foot in South Africa and one foot still in England, with his cock dangling in the salty sea…



    Epic45 are for me one of the most underrated bands in England. Schoolfriends Ben Holton and Rob Glover have been making music together since their mid-teens, drawing inspiration from the rural countryside around the small Midlands village of Wheaton Aston that is their home. Like contemporaries Hood and Piano Magic, Epic45’s music evokes a particular Englishness: a nostalgic view of hazy late-summer afternoons, of woodland walks, of lush greenery and Autumn leaves, of childhoods whiled away in a more innocent time… but sometimes undercut with an insidious dread, that England is fucked, fallen over, and that modernity/urbanisation has destroyed a better way of life. I find Epic45 the perfect soundtrack to long train journeys through England, the music providing evocative accompanient to both the railside dereliction & industrial architecture of the urban and to the unfeasibly green & gentle countryside.

    Epic45 - May You Heart Be The Map

    Epic45 (along with Hood) are the current evolution of a lineage that takes in Talk Talk, Bark Psychosis, Disco Inferno, but they also mix in the shoegaze wall of sound of early Slowdive and the fuzzfolk of Flying Saucer Attack. In a live setting the guitars really come to the fore, but for new album “May Your Heart Be The Map” they’re at their most restrained, with increased use of acoustic guitars in amongst the atmospheric ambience and poignant pastoral postrocktronica.

    The album is apparently inspired by 70s UK TV series “Survivors”, a post-apocalyptical tale in which a mysterious plague wipes out most of the Earth’s population, leaving a handful of survivors to rebuild their lives amongst the ruins of their ‘civilization’. Although there are snatches of eerie, desolate sound throughout “May Your Heart Be The Map”, its tone is far more upbeat than such a muse would suggest, wistful rather than bleak, but still evoking a world that is by no means as pleasant a place to live as it once was.

    Although there are no standout tracks that grip me like “England Fallen Over” (from the “England Fallen Over” EP) or “I’m Getting Too Young For This” (from “Against The Pull Of Autumn”), this is Epic45’s most consistent effort to date, serving as a poignant moodpiece to rival Bark Psychosis’s “Hex” - but more twilight country lanes than the late-night East End. Hopefully this album will finally garner Epic45 some of the wider attention they so richly deserve.

    Epic45’s recordings are available via Make Mine Music, a label run with a collectivist ethos where the bands (Epic45, Portal, Yellow6, July Skies and others) all help each other out but pay for (and take all profits from) their own releases. So support Epic45 directly by purchasing their recordings