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Who The Hell Are… Fennel Seeds?

By |August 12th, 2011|Categories: Features, Who the Hell Are|Tags: , , |

Never in the history of doing these 'Who The Hell Are... ?' spotlights has a band come along and answered each question so thoroughly and excitedly that to praise them any further would make it seem like we're actually in this band or take bribes (we do. email for details). From the same stable of acts (and household one would presume) that brought you the percussive pop concussions of We//Are//Animal and the not-very-French-at-all Masters In France, come spicy indie rock quartet Fennel Seeds. Further proof that North Wales these days is a happening place or one that naught much else happens.

Jay Reatard – London – 13 November 2009

By |February 15th, 2010|Categories: Live Reviews|Tags: , , |

Musicians die. Sometimes quite unexpectedly, most before their time, but not often enough for your brain to idle between song, between string changes or tunings to wonder “will this be the last time?”. You don’t, because you’re too busy enjoying the moment. Having witnessed Jay Reatard play what would be his last ever show in London, he was anything but the vision of a man kicking out the last of his jams.

Various Artists – Dark Was The Night

By |February 24th, 2009|Categories: Album Reviews|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

North America's finest show their charitable side with this awe-inspiring collection. Just call it "No Alternative Part 2".

Destroyer – Dan Bejar talking about Kaputt (2011)

By |April 23rd, 2011|Categories: Interviews|Tags: , , , , , , , |

It's been said by Webcuts in the past that Destroyer's Dan Bejar is the Woody Allen of pop music. His idiosyncratic, poetic touch is less that of a lyricist but a storyteller with a revolving cast of characters (mostly women), and picking up on the ripples and waves they create to make them a part of his own interior monologue. An essential eighth of the mighty New Pornographers, Bejar has been recording as Destroyer since the 90's. Kaputt, his ninth album is a sumptious, rhapsodic slice of 80's melodrama, immersing itself entirely in the era from the vintage instrumentation to Bejar's own penchance for seeking the sublime out of what some might find the ridiculous.

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