THE GO-GO makes its 4th comeback on Saturday 2nd June, upstairs at Studio 24, Calton Road, Edinburgh. DJ's Tall Paul Robinson and Angus are itching to get back on the decks to unleash as much 60's and retro-riotous-rocking'n'rolling-rippin'it up-records as will fit in between the hours of 11pm and 3am.

Expect 60's garage, mod, beat, soul, ska, sleazy-listening, groovy soundtracks, psychedelia, girl groups, French pop, and punk (Ramones, Buzzcocks, Cramps, Fall - kinda thing).

£5 which also includes entry to Retribution Rock Club

Been thinking about ways to keep this interesting for me as well as you folks. To remain as some sort of filter to hopefully separate the wheat from the guff is paramount. However, as my attention span disintegrates daily, it's been a chore lately. Perhaps it's an age thing. Maybe it's the sheer volume (as in quantity, not decibel level) of rubbish that one has to navigate through on a minute by minute basis. Chances are it's a cumulative total of a whole raft of evils that come together to suck the will to live right out of one's being but then a song like "Overdosing With You" comes along and for the 2.41 running time, all the nonsense fades into the background. Click here to hear it for yourself on the BTV myspace.

Another day, another dollar. Almost literally. And no new Sopranos episode this week to glint away at the end of the long, dank tunnel today. Are you familiar with the expression "I can't be arsed" ? I'm pretty sure you are. More later if this thing isn't so slugglish. I'm talking about the computer now, not me. Although it's a photo finish surely.

Greetings Friend,
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THURSDAY, MAY 31st /

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Yours truly- Michael, Susquehanna Industrial Tool & Die Co. "Ballads, Boogies & Blues".

Friday seems like an eternity ago, particularly because it was a day off. A precious commodity that tend to become soured because when you go back there’s always some petty, snidey interference stinking up the place.

Anyway, the Robbie show in Glasgow was a masterclass in everything that’s good and pure and right about music in general. To paraphrase Cher’s mate, Meat. The songs, the stories and the chutzpah are just three of the things that make this guy top notch, with or without a band. This solo show ran nigh on two hours and felt like 10 minutes (or indeed 5 if you read this Herald review) I think that pretty much says it all in my advanced stages of ADD. If you aren’t lucky enough to be located close to an upcoming show then grab his “Revenge” doublepack because it is indeed “sweet” in the Eric Cartman sense. And never sickly. If anybody who was there is looking to get a hold of the song “Godfrey” then this link will take you to it.

Saturday was the second day of Le Weekend in Stirling, Bill Wells/Norman Blake etc. had played on Friday night. It kicked off with a screening of two episodes of “This Is Our Music” introduced by Andres Lokko. The first of these was Maher Shahal Haz Baz and was followed up by another about Little Wing. The bizarre world Tijuana brass of Mahar is always worth a drop-in and they have a show in Glasgow at Mono on June 6th.

I’m not convinced the “Little Wing” episode wasn’t some elaborate hoax, a grizzled beardy surfer “dude” of the slacker folk variety channelling both Mark and Mike from “American Movie”. These were commissioned my MTV Europe that makes the concept even more peculiar. Caught a couple of songs by Richard Youngs who seemed enthral the audience but not me. What he was attempting to do went over my napper at some considerable altitude. It was short ordeal but fairly traumatic. Tour managing the Swedish cultural attaché, I was relieved when he decided he’s had enough also, possibly thanks to the Tolbooth’s not exactly comfortable auditorium seating. Got home in time to catch “The Station Agent” which nullified the new age heedrum hawdrum.


Incidental music in the bar was provided by Mr McRobbie. This added some depth and pop shade to the experimental nature of some of the beast. Prior to hitting the venue we stopped by the Design It Yourself exhibit. Pretty good with some Marc Baines and Aggie Wright stuff on show as well as examples of Raymond Pettibon stuff from the collection of Dep Downie. There a facility for kids to get some hands-on DIY going and this runs at The Changing Room in Stirling until June 9th. Didn’t make it in time to catch the Glasgow Improvisers Orchestra so today’s shot of culture began with a film about Cornelius Cardew’s Scratch Orchestra by Luke Fowler. The main event for much of the people there was the debut UK performance by Nagisa Ni te from Japan. I never heard their records but was pleasantly disturbed by their Galaxy 500 augmented by Dave Gilmour sonicisms. It was clean as a whistle and at points very loud. I had been told to expect some Neil Youngisms, those were presumably the few grungier guitar breaks. Get these folks onto Jools Holland watch them go. The many millions who would dig this have no pipeline to even knowing they exist. I especially liked the touch of the necklace on the cymbal that made the percussive element shimmer. Very cool.

Which brings us to Justice Yeldham. Normally I’d be at home half asleep after the Emmerdale/Coronation St action or possibly in front of this bloody computer. However I’m watching an Australian guy with a passing resemblance to Lester Bangs making farting noises with a piece of amplified, unburnished glass in the shape of a sharks fin. Let’s consult the programme for a second… “a not to be missed contortion of the idea of physical noise music”. Er, well this antipodean government funded extremism is only really dangerous to the extent that the guy appears to draw blood as he creates pedal-induced noise from his “instrument”. It’s like hip-hop percussion, some fearsome noises but ultimately, really, how do you arrive at the fact that this is what you want to do with your life? It’s part Jim Rose, part dearie me. I decide that I don’t know about art and decide to leave because I thought there was another 15 to suffer. As it is, the performance only lasts for as long as the glass holds out which on this occasion was a further 5 minutes. Ever get the feeling you were cheated?

And finally, tired and emotional is perhaps not the best way to approach an encounter with The Thing + Zu. A 6 piece scando-italian fusion of brute energy that includes Mats Gustavsson who as you may know has appeared on records by The Nomads. This is more formative avant extremism with a free jazz slant and Electric bass duels with stand up bass. Drums vs drums whilst the saxophones wail as only those beasts can. The resultant howl is as visceral as you’d expect. Not pretty and not conventional but it’s so tight as to be like a display by the red arrows. Provided the pilots were way over the permitted decibel level. There was something distinctly military about the deconstruction of proven musical paths. Evidently two drummers doesn’t necessarily mean that it’ll make you sound like the glitter band. Particularly when both guys sound like a proverbial drum corps on their own. Just before we head out into the night, they burn down “The Witch” like Big Jay McNeely being cloned and jamming with Teenage Jesus. No wave skronk seldom comes as cleansing as this, particularly out of a tunnel that often recalls Morricone crime jazz. Not sure how this would sound on cd, I doubt if your building would withstand the necessary volume but live it’ll strip paint and I unreservedly recommend a tussle should you get the opportunity. I’ll close this on the tip I came in on. Robbie Fulks once said that Country Music isn’t pretty. Well neither was this but, as you know, cosmetics are far from being everything.

Woah, I imagine this clocks in as being Monday now in blogtime? I'm running on fumes here and just don't have the energy to file a report at the minute. Some of us have to work tomorrow and the Swedish cultural attache returns to Stockholm. Wish I could figure out some way to make a swop but somehow I don't think I'd pass for him and would be rumbled sharpish. Just got back from the last night of Le Weekend and will ponder that and get back to you in due course...

Robbie Fulks played a thrill-packed 2 hour show last night at the ABC2 in Glasgow. If you're anywhere within a hundred mile radius of The Cluny in Newcastle tonight then get yourself down there. All 360 degrees of entertainment and then some await those who enter...

Short and sweet today... just a reminder that Robbie Fulks is in Glasgow tonight at the ABC2.
Nothing much else to report except that all doing well, I'll pick up my Hello saferide 7"'s today and not having to schlepp across to the stalag is deffo a bonus. Divnae plan to be back in front of this thing until at least the wee small hours but you never know...

The latest news courtesy of Mark Hagen...

ALAN VEGA

Live at the Roundhouse 16th June

New album – Station - out now
The legendary Alan Vega plays a rare UK solo date on June 16th at London’s Roundhouse.
There cannot be many artists about whom it can be said that, after 37 years on the musical frontline, they are making their most vitally impassioned and fiercely radical music to date. Such is the case with Alan Vega and his new solo album, Station. Five years in the making, Vega’s 10th solo release is a blistering statement of intent from a rock’n’roll shaman whose work has always stretched parameters, managing to defy expectations at every turn.

As Vega himself says, “Station represents a kind of culmination point for me. It gathers up many of the elements that have been in my previous work and takes them all the way. In some ways, it’s my most truthful record in that I’m now at the age where it’s easier for me to listen to my own heart-beat and act on it creatively.”

Vega presents Station Live at Roundhouse Freedom Room, Camden, London.
£7 - No Advance tickets
8pm - 11pm
Support from HTRK & Special Guests + DJ's

Not much time to blog tonight. Too busy trying to get things in order for the arrival of the Swedish Cultural Attache tomorrow. However, Mondosean has two spare tickets for the Roky show in London and is looking to hook them up (No Evil Wildlife pun intended) with someone who hasn't scored theirs yet at face value. Located in the front section of the upper stalls, state your intentions to Sean via trashisneat@yahoo.com

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Today started off badly and maintained a plateau until approximately 4.30pm. I was ready to get up at 5am but for some reason fell back asleep. This meant that my customary guddle about with e-mail, breakfast, etc. was unceremoniously truncated. In amongst not being entirely awake I was bemoaning the unavailability of The Animal Five's "We Will Die At The Same Time" by any other means than download.

Whilst I may relent and get it that way, it's still a pain and marks the first real break with tradition. Not that I care about cds but at least that was a vessel. A track itself is not and no matter how fandabbi any particular song is, the way to really have it hit home it to provide some kind of tactile information with it. I don't want that on a computer screen to print anything out on my home printer. I hear a whisper of "well, sod you then". You see, I don't have an iPod or a phone that doubles as one. I do have a walkman mp3 player but that's about it. Or I can play music over the crummy speakers from my desktop but neither of those would do it the justice that a stereo could. The quality of a download is not up to scratch, even at the high end. Sonically it doesn't cut it. It's OK as a guide, to cajole you into wanting it but it doesn't follow through. These buggers that tell you these "docking stations" are great have a vested interest. Or maybe they're deficient in the lug'ole department? I'm old, cranky and I want the sensory gratification of the hardware. It's the only tangible nod to landfill that I'm willing to make so let me head off into the sunset harbouring these beliefs.

"It's the future" my sage old mucker told me when I protested. "Bollocks to the future", was my retort. The master of wit and repartee rests his wobbly, battered case.

Säkert! on Swedish TV show "Stina" performing the new single live. Click on the link that says "Program 8 - Stina!". When the view browser appears, shove or push (whichever you prefer) the wee slider along to approximately the 53rd minute and you're there. (Thanks to Mr Ulf for the link)

BMX Bandits headline day one of NYC Popfest 2007 this coming Thursday... 24 May @ 98-104 Meserole Ave., Brooklyn, NY11222. New album "Bee Stings" out in Japan now on PVline, due for Euro-release on Revola during the summer.

Having a little bother with the motivation at the minute. I’ve been watching Season Two of Entourage and The Sopranos when I should probably be blogging. E2 I got from Mr H as a loaner, what a great show. Still having problems with e-mail and non-delivery or whatever. I don’t have the means of investigating the condition any further. I’m burned out on it. Truth be told I’m burned out on a lot of things but let's make inroads into what’s been happening sonically inside the bunker of late.

Missing The Scientists recent shows around Europe was a bit of a pisser. Still, you cannae always get what you want and all that. I found some solace in the mini-album by Boris Sujdovic entitled "Fuzz Machine" just released by the Basque Country based Bang imprint. If Philip Spector produced the aforementioned Rev and Vega with sundry Scientist and Cramp flavourings then this could have been the result. It out Stooges "The Weirdness" by a muckle mile and beats The Mary Chain at their own game. Absolutely relentless. Doktor Avalanche evidently has a cousin down under yonder and ol’ Boris is David Essex from the darkest side imaginable. Bang has also issued Salmon, a mega-slab of guitar orchestration which should be played loud enough to strip paint.

Hanging in with Australia, Capital City’s “Bad Money” kicks off with a glammish stomp that recalls The Reigning Sound in “Let’s Throw Our Love Away”. This latest In-Fidelity crew tweak all the right nipples and I bet these songs really fly when performed onstage. They’re almost too big for just a tiny cd. “Come On and Work For The Lord” conjures up a Gun Club vibe in a way that you’ll have to hear to believe. Want to hear the ides of “Heroin” turned into a folk-rocker? Then check out “Beggar Please”. The Capital City moniker really hides these folks light under a bushel and they swing with that considerable charm that made Stoneage Romeos so special to us.

My Buddy Moose are from Croatia and their album on dancing Bear was produced by the great Dalibor Pavičić of The Bambi Molesters. It’s like Lloyd Cole fronting Loaded era Velvets channelling some Greg Cartwright sound-craft. There are several folk elements and also accordion also and it all combines to create a somewhat unique yet familiar stew. Any group that has the balls to call an original song “Heartbreak Hotel” and better yet pull it off, has to be doing something right. Check ‘em out on myspace if you feel you’re having your chain yanked. (Thanks to Bigor for hooking me up with this)

The Micragirls “Feeling Dizzy Honey” will feed any ongoing jones for gal garage kicks. It drives long like a three-wheeled jalopy with a primal thrust you just don’t hear too often. Organ charged, fuzzed up and frugging ready for anything – these three Finnish ladies look like butter wouldn’t melt. But, looks can be deceiving and whatever they’re taking to work up this frenzied ruckus probably isn’t available on any prescription. “My My Micraboy” would have made Joey Ramone smile, can you think of a higher accolade? Low on fi but big on spirit and heart, check ‘em out on Bone Voyage Recordings.

Similarly no frills is Thee Fine Lines “Set You Straight” which sounds like it was made to be blasted out of a transistor radio. Not one of those digital things that are becoming all the rage. Once again, I don’t recognise the comparisons with Billy Childish. There’s not a whiff of the impressionism that pervades much of that guys work. I feel kind like BC is the opposite side of the Paul Weller coin, this 3-piece on the other hand deliver short sharp jolts of primo garage-punk not unlike our own Thanes. Based in Skele-country - Springfield, Mo – they have that extra edge that evidently comes from whatever is put in the water there. Lou Whitney once told me it was “the buckle on the bible belt”. If that’s the case they sure have a way with the devils music. Available now on cd and vinyl from Licorice Tree.

By this time next week it'll be all over. I'm talking about Robbie Fulks visit to Glasgow. Folks in Newcastle can catch him at The Cluny the night after but that's it. The man is flying in specifically to exact "Revenge" on Northern Britain, thanks to Kevin Morris, the man that's flying the "Billy Kelly Services To Americana" flag in these difficult times. The visit will coincide with the release of the man's double live set on Yep Roc. You'll be able to buy a copy from him in person at either show. Provided stocks last of course. Check out Robbie's notes on the material from the record. Hear Cher's "Believe" like you never heard it before! Lumps in the throat don't come any more choking than the version of "The Buck Starts Here" captured here and then there's "Let's Kill Saturday Night", a song that should be raking in airplay royalties in Eagles/Tom Petty-sized vanloads. " I like Being Left Alone" is one of a handful of new tunes that get an airing and looks set to become a crowd pleaser as only RF can stack 'em up.

I don't urge people to do much but don't miss this rare opportunity to catch one of the real greats in full flight. Friday (25th) in Glasgow and Saturday (26th) in Newcastle. Some music really can transcend and this guy has all your bases covered. If you reckon different then you really shouldn't be reading this.

So it's Joey's birthday. Can it really be 6 years + since he passed? Jings.

I'm sure all of the folks that attend the shindig at Irving Plaza tonight will have a high ol' time. An event even more poignant because of his mother joining him earlier this year.

Was going to try and catch the 12.40 screening of Zodiac but can't really find the energy. Maybe tomorrow or then again... might be an opportunity to catch up on what I've been meaning to blog. I'm kind of sick of the sound of my own keypad but we'll see how it goes.

Meanwhile, here are a few links to keep you amused...

Shock and Awe vs Paul Research = Chinese Rocks

Wonder how the NYL show went last night... meanwhile check out the Ferriday Fireball's ("the world's best forgotten boys") shakedown of "Loose".

Ex-Shadowy Man Don Pyle's photo exhibit

Los Coyotemen do The Ramones

Tulsarama (link courtesy of Art Fein)

Every home should have this (link courtesy of Tony Thewlis)

That'll keep you going for now. Some review action coming up sooner or later.

THE STAR SPANGLES will be at Fontana’s, NYC

(105 Eldridge St. between Broome and Grand)

on Thursday, May 24th, 10pm

Tickets: a mere $6

Their second album, “Dirty Bomb” out now on Tic Records

CD available at CDBaby

Downloads available at Amie St. and Myspace

and don't forget the good ol' NY rock of The New York Loose at the Dirty Water Club tomorrow night (Friday 18th) and tell Brijitte + Co we sent you!

Gary Lucas @ Tivoli De Helling, Utrecht 16/052007

Just got back from catching Lucas & Co. playin’ only two blocks away from HQ.
Truth be told it was the “& Co.” part that made me venture outside once again, as Mr Lucas backing band consisted of Jerry Harrison (Modern Lovers/Talking Heads), Billy Ficca (Television) and Ernie Brooks (Modern Lovers).
As for Gary, I’m only familiar with the stuff he did with Captain Beefheart, but just one Google search makes it obvious that the guy has been very prolific over the years.

Upon entry it was sad to learn that Harrison wasn’t there, since he apparently lost his passport and was still stuck in NYC... Still, two out of three wasn’t too bad. Ficca bein’ one of the best skin beaters I’ve ever witnessed, and Brooks fully able to anchor whatever rhythms with his fluid bass playin’. So it was too bad that Gary Lucas turned up his guitar histrionics at least twice as loud as the rest of the band (bad enough for the rhythm section, but there was absolutely no audio on the saxophone guy that seemed to pump a lot of air around durin’ their set) Highlights were few ‘n far between, and generally appeared when Lucas took a break from playin’ as many notes as possible, most notably in their take of Abdullah Ibrahim’s Bra Joe From Kilimanjaro. But I also dug the moment where some Jack Johnson-era Miles Davis tune gave way to Suicide’s Rocket USA via a short twist and that same duo’s Cheree... Anyways, I guess they’d be more organized with Harrison in tow, so Dutch readers might wanna check 'em out in Amsterdam tomorrow night...

Hey nana!
The Stripchords return to the stage this Friday, May 18th, at Paul Ronney-Angel's massively popular Gypsy Hotel club, situated at Barden's Boudoir, on the Dalston/Stoke Newington borders... The Flaming Stars will be headlining on Friday, dishing up a heavy fug of noir beat exhalations, with The Stripchords party - including hula go-go queens Mizz Lager Shandy & Mizz Stephanie, plus Mr Bishop's saucy flicks - following close behind (as it were)... Fresh from a swing across Mississippi, Tennessee, Georgia and Arkansas, our own BigKegShandy will also be dishing up some flighty blues, soul and R&B discs, including Ruby & The Party Gang's immortal "Hey Ruby (Shut Your Mouth)", and Johnny & The House Wreckers' "Johnny's House Party Part II"...
See you at the bar-re-bar?!?!?!?!
Selah
The Stripchords
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The Gypsy Hotel
18 May
Barden's Boudoir
38-44 Stoke Newington Road, Londinium, London N16 Cost : £6.66
Time: 8pm
More info from www.myspace.com/gypsyhotel

Hello Saferide marked the release or the Regal single with two shows in London on Monday and Tuesday. Douglas Firs has filed the following report about Monday night. There are also great photos from the show here.

“Four band bills. Does anyone have the attention span for such a thing? Thinking that Maia Hirasawa was on first I got down there early but found out she wouldn’t be onstage until 9pm. The first lot were ok and harboured some agreeable enough Americana leanings. No idea what they were called though. Second up was Raymond and Maria, not a duo but a group. Also from Sweden even although they look (and sound) like they might come from Glasgow. Very well and good but the kids (me) are getting a jones for the two acts that I’m here to see.

Maia’s set was augmented by her being joined onstage by Jeanette Lindstrom on keyboards and exquisite harmonies. Ms Hirasawa commands a respect that means that people don’t talk when she’s playing. She should find a way of bottling that because it’s a real art. The new single “Gothenburg” was especially hymnal. By the time it got to “And I Found This Boy”, she owned the audience.

Annika Norlin had spent the day playing the role of a trappist monk. She didn’t talk for 10 hours in a bid to save her voice for the show. HS offer a much needed and heartfelt rush of adrenalin to the pop bloodstream. Now I understand what the guy who usually writes on this thing is on about. Even with the lurghi, this girl gives 150% in between swigs of straight olive oil. I mean Peter, Bjorn and the other fella make perfectly good music but this is on an entirely more elevated plateau. Two youngish guys were just to the side of me and they clapped and hollered their way along with the HS express. One was wearing a Blue Oyster Cult T-shirt and the other one a replica of the Pistols cowboys apparel. That made a statement of potential to me as it might to regular readers of this thing. When all is said and done and all the pigeonholes in the world have been nailed up there is only good and bad music. HS deal in the finest quality in times when reality isn’t even real anymore. From rambunctious to stately quiet, this band is capable of it all and they’ve barely started. To become obsessive about them will become compulsory.”

Some guys, like Robert Palmer once said, have all the luck. All of this took place on the day that marked the 31st anniversary of my scoring the first Ramones album at Harlequin in Dean Street. "Introducing Hello Saferide" is capable of inducing similar symptoms albeit in a different format. Annika Norlin's lyrics propelled by this band or just played gently in acoustic mode are equally potent. Hopefully they'll come back to Scotland soon.

Cyberforces are conspiring to cause further problems and I've exhausted all possible avenues of being able to fix it for now. I'm getting e-mail via the blog here from people who are wondering why they never heard from me via the regular channel. The answer is that I have no idea. It's not ending up as junk, the filter is set to medium to try and block as many viagra/stock market messages as possible and it doesn't seem to be bouncing.

If anybody out there knows what the cause and indeed cure might be then please, clue me in.

Check out The Bantams (tip courtesy of JD King)

Dave Davis' Vox Ac30 on Ebay! (Collection only in London)

Imagine the surprise of going into the paper shop this morning and finding out that there's a free Punk cd with The Sunday Times? Anyway it's a taster thing for the Babylon's Burning box (more of which another time) and contains Pistols, Damned, Blondie, an acoustic version of Wreckless Eric's "Whole Wide World" and Jonathan Richman's "Roadrunner". It also has The Stranglers and X Ray Spex but you can't win 'em all. If any overseas readers want a copy of this thing then e-mail me before 2pm GMT and I'll see if I can scare up a copy. The cost of the paper is £1.90 so it'd be that plus whatever the postage works out as. there's a Part 2 next week! Society is crumbling but it might as well do so to a decent soundtrack I suppose.

The same publication also sez that the Hello Saferide 45 out tomorrow is "Sublime scando motown". That it is. Order your copy here...

Still having intermittent connection problems and it appears that this is something we'll all have to live with for now.

JAY REATARD on TOUR!

wed - May 16 Amsterdam -- VPRO
23:20 -- 23:45 CETLIVE on internet radio and tv!
http://3voor12.vpro.nl/speler/tv/11998947

thu - May 17 afternoon: Hellendoorn -- Dauwpop
thu - May 17 evening: Hoorn -- Manifesto
fri - May 18 Kortrijk -- the Pit's
sat - May 19 Rotterdam -- Waterfront
sun - May 20 Haarlem -- Patronaat (w/ Heartattacks + Makeouts + Quotes)
mon - May 21 Munster -- Gleis 22 (w / Clorox Girls + Feelers)
tue - May 22 Esslingen -- Komma
wed - May 23 Munchen -- Monofaktur (w/ Heartattacks + Makeouts)
thu - May 24 Graz -- Veilchen
fri - May 25 Beograd -- SKC sat
sat - May 26 Crvenka -- Izletiste Potok sun
sun - May 27 Zagreb -- Teatar &TD
tue - May 29 Fidenza -- Taun
wed - May 30 St Etienne -- tbc
thu - May 31 Perpignan -- El Mediator
fri - June 1 Barcelona -- Primavera
sat - June 2 Madrid -- La Pequeña Bety
sun - June 3 Gijon -- Savoy Club
mon - June 4 Bordeaux -- Heretic
tue - June 5 Tours -- Donald's Pub
wed - June 6 Orleans -- Le Marais
thu - June 7 Koln -- Sonic Ballroom
fri - June 8 Eindhoven -- Altstadt
sat - June 9 Speyer -- Flaming Star
mon - June 11 Konstanz -- Contrast
tue - June 12 Darmstadt -- Oetinger Villa
wed - June 13 Utrecht -- Ekko
thu - June 14 Groningen -- Vera
fri - June 15 Kontich -- Lintfabriek
sat - June 16 Paris -- Point Ephemere
sun - June 17 Venlo -- Perron 55
mon - June 18 Klazienaveen -- Sparrow
tue - June 19 Aarhus -- German Jazzchamber
wed - June 20 Oslo -- Kosher Music @ Last Train
thu - June 21 Gothenburg -- Henriksberg
fri - June 22 Stockholm -- Vieille Montagne
sat - June 23 Helsingor -- Elvaerket
sun - June 24 Hamburg -- Beat Club
wed - June 27 Cagliari -- Corto maltese
thu - June 28 Guspini -- Sleepwalkers
fri - June 29 Alghero -- tba
sun - July 1 Rotterdam -- Metropolis

Look out honeys', ' cause he's making a corrie-fisted attempt at dodging the slings and arrows of alleged technology. Expectation is low but cautiously optimistic, so much blogging could conceivably be on the cards for this weekend.

Was sad to hear that Goldrush Records in Perth (here, not the 'stralian one) has closed. It was a great shop and almost singlehandedly carried the torch for Americana and country, etc. in recent years. I hope that whatever John and Barclay end up doing suits 'em down to the ground. I certainly appreciate the services they did to this NBT palaver when the printed version was doing the rounds.

Back after the Tesco run...

To all and anybody within travelling distance of Dusseldorf, tonight's hot ticket!

More info.

So I'm not sure how long this is all gonna stagger along for. Intermittent bouts of terminal sluggishness and just plain frustration can be an explosive combination. What can I tell you?

There's info to convey but the hardware hasn't been playing ball. What worries me more is that when it wasn't here the other evening, it was like somebody had cut off my life support. That's not healthy. Even somebody as blinkered as me can figure that out. Back later. Perhaps.

"we often went to the movies. the screen lit up and we trembled. but more often than not, madeleine and i were disappointed... this wasn’t the film we dreamed of. this wasn’t the total film that each of us had carried within... the film that we wanted to make, or more secretly no doubt... that we wanted to live."

monorail film club presents
jean-luc godard’s masculin féminin
and tout les garcons s’appellent patrick
gft, rose street, glasgow
sunday 20th may 2007, 7pm

introduced by stephen pastel with after film discussion and music in cafe cosmo

I'm off the air blog-wise and can only periodically check e-mail. Not sure how long for.

End of what passes for a public service announcement.

NEW ISSUE OF UGLY THINGS COMING YOUR WAY SOON

225 PAGES THICK THIS TIME, ALMOST A BOOK!

UGLY THINGS - ISSUE #25
224 pages! Perfect bound & full-color glossy cover. The big cover story this time is on THE MUSIC MACHINE, a lengthy feature including interviews with once-silent members Keith Olsen and Mark Landon, plus tons of amazing photos, many previously unpublished. Also a major feature on California garage-psych group THE LIGHT, plus stories on Swedish R&B hooligans THE NAMELOSERS, South African acid rock pioneers FREEDOMS CHILDREN, British freakbeat icons THE ATTACK, Chicago garage rockers THE DIRTY WURDS, Ohio rock & roll punks THE RUBBER CITY REBELS, and mysterious acid folksters PAT KILROY & THE NEW AGE. We also investigate the Latino garage and R&B scene in Colton, California, featuring THE PEASANTS and THE PREMIERS, and the greatest 60s productions of BRIAN ROSS. Also featured are the concluding installments of stories on SWEETWATER and MIKE & THE RAVENS, and exclusive, insight-laden interviews with ROB YOUNGER of RADIO BIRDMAN, DON GALLUCI of THE KINGSMEN, JACKIE DeSHANNON, and writer JON SAVAGE. Plus LOTS MORE, including hundreds of music reissue reviews, plus music-related books and DVDs. Last issue was the biggest yet-this one is EVEN BIGGER!

After many weeks of unseasonably good weather it seems as though we're spiralling back towards winter. I guess that's where "ne'er cast a cloot until May is oot" comes in. At least the waterbeds on legs will go back undercover so it's not all bad. Then there's the mutating viruses. Anyway, I'm still dealing with a dodgy shoulder and have been hunting for stuff in this indisposed state. Did I find what I was digging for? Well no, but I did unearth mucho other stuff and I'm sure what I was looking for will turn up. I believe there was a programme on TV about hoarders last week and wonder why I wasn't asked to appear. Might have a flutter on ebay if it means that some of it could be paired up with folks that might appreciate it enough to free it from a box every now and again.

Then there's the case of the puff candy frankensteins. It's not some group, although maybe it oughtta be. No, this was a chocolate-coated confection made by MacNab Confectionery in Larkhall, Scotchland. They were great and the little newsagent up the top of Foundry Loan in Larbert sold these delicacies. I used to buy them by the box and I found the address of the company with a phone number. So naturally I tried to contact them but they're John (long gone) it seems. "You must have the wrong number" was like a dagger to the heart. I wanted to score some of these sweeties and dust up some memories of a positive variety. To share them with folks across the planet that never had the pleasure. You know whaur good intentions end up now don't you? Must have been a crime to love such frankensteins which leads me to the news that The Dolls are playing Joey's Birthday Bash on May 19th. There still seems to be ticket availability so if you can go along and play tribute to the great man.

I seem to have difficulty getting mail through to aol addresses, they keep bouncing back. Hopefully this is just temporary but its a pain in the hindquarters alright.

The new Spinal Tap "short" is here for your viewing pleasure...

And... THE NEW YORK LOOSE are at the

Dirty Water Club on Friday May 18th

and the day after that...

It’s been a week of peaks and troughs. It’s ended on the former because I now have confirmation of my Roky ticket but I’ll be fidgety until it’s actually in my paw. That’s how it is. And the Scottish election has been the prime example of not being able to organise the proverbial piss-up. For now though we don’t need passports to go over the border. The SNP won by one “seat”. There are some places where that means arse. I heard one guy on the radio refer to the shambles as a “Florida”. That may create a perspective for our overseas readers. Meanwhile we have to live here.

Wish I could get to the bottom of availability on the Hello Saferide 45 that’s due out next week. You can stream it here but it seems to be the best kept secret in pre-sales ever. If you’re in London or Brighton you can see them play then also. Maia Hirasawa will be there too.

And a duet between Annika Norlin and Roky Erickson might seem far-fetched but Säkert is playing Hultsfred so if there really is a god… Can you imagine those voices together? Crikey. So let’s leave it on that upbeat note for a Friday night. It’s all downhill from here.

Doesn't pulling a muscle require some tangible evidence of exertion? I'd certainly have thought it would but that's the opinion of the medical expert I consulted at work. The discomfort is one thing but i'm a little more concerned about not being able to turn my head anymore than 20 degrees to the left. Not good for trying to observe what's going out at junctions and caution doesn't always pay dividends. But anyway, we'll see how it falls. At the minute it's all pain with no iota of gain on the horizon.

So I THOUGHT I’d scored a ticket for Roky. The sale of tickets for Meltdown caused just that at 9am this morning. This online thing is a racket but this is by far the worst experience of it that I've had. You can't follow anything up by phone or get through to a human to check if it all did go through and certainly not while you’re sitting in a sodding open plan office. So I had to wait until I got home tonight to find out that no, it hadn't gone through whereupon I got some scabby, slim-pickings. I’m trying to convince myself that it has to be better than attending a festival. Nothing is simple and straightforward anymore. Queuing wasn't an option being 450 fucking miles or however far from the epicentre. I hope you fared a little better if you were involved in the cyberfracas.

I broke my glasses today into the bargain so let’s just say that everything is turning to shit and leave it like that. Had a couple of days respite last week, what else should I have expected...

More details...

It's approximately 24 hours (at time of typing) until wir fabled Scotchland goes "indie". That's the same as independant, isn't it? Somewhere along the line it rallies as second grade and in many ways we're that already and en route to dropping further "doon the charts" with every passing minute. The concensus is the most people don't care and that could have dire consequences for the Scottish District Council, I mean, er, parliament. I'm determined to go and vote as early as possible on Thursday, before the crooks and comic singers or whoever else gets their canvassing heads on. It's all looking pretty ugly from where i'm sitting with regard to policies. Basically in that there are none. I think the blighters have even just decided to try and not even talk a good game anymore. After all what's the use when practically no-one is listening.
Anyway, I’m in some considerable discomfort here and on top of that, I have to go to work. Many drats. Now I just have to figure out what I’ve done to my back before somebody has to start wheeling me around in a bathchair. Those things will be quite the rage when we can’t afford petrol anymore. Which may well be soon at the rate it's going.

Thursday May 3rd will go down in history. Not for the election but as the day the Roky Erickson tickets went on sale.

Alan Vega at ATP (Photos courtesy of Tony Thewlis)

Otto's twice in one month? Is that legal? Well, dear friend, legalities be damned, for SUSQUEHANNA INDUSTRIAL TOOL & DIE CO. will be taking to the cozy confines of Otto's Shrunken Head Tiki Bar & Lounge twice in the merry month of May for a double dose of our patent pending "ballads, boogies & blues"... THURSDAY, MAY 3rd / Special bonus show! / Otto's Shrunken Head / 538 East 14th Street (just west of Avenue B) in 'ol Manhattan, NYC / Two mucho grande shows, from 8:00 sharp 'til 10:00 / No cover! / And, in our regular last-Thursday-of-the-month appearance...
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Taking a breather from his exhaustive gig schedule, Mr Duff has filed the following report. Cheers Colin.

"Lindsay mentioned his displeasure at not making the Scientists gig at the Spitz so here’s a brief report…

To be honest, I took the trip mainly to see T-Model Ford, but as he was on Saturday, Robert Belfour was on Friday and The Scientists were on Thursday, I decided to make it a long weekend. Of course, the fact that T-Model was sold out and I didn’t have a ticket added an element of risk but I’d never seen The Scientists so it wasn’t going to be a wasted journey.

I’d never saw anyone play at the Spitz before either and there’s a pretty good record fair in the Spitalfields market. I’ve had a drink downstairs but this was my visit to the actual venue. It’s a nice place, with sign urging people to be considerate in their conversations so you can hear the music. All the greater shame that it’s under threat.

Caught the last 10 minutes of Blood Safari. They’ve been trumpeted as making sounds like The Gun Club and The Gories, but sounded to me more like Eddie and The Hot Rods at 45rpm. All a little too macho to really be in that company. I popped back downstairs to quickly empty my bladder passing Kim Salmon on the stairs. Making my way back up, I heard the opening screech of Swampland and rushed in. The sound was fantastic, I always thought that the sound of the records would be difficult to recreate live but the noise of the twin guitar attack still cut through without sounding just like noise. I suppose these guys have been doing it long enough to get it right. The new drummer girl fits right in and has the touch to keep that unique bass/drum throb rolling. It’s difficult to pick highlights from a show where everything seemed so effortless, but Atom Bomb Baby and Blood Red River got the biggest cheers. I’m glad I saw them here with about 150 people in the room than at the mega-scale ATP over the weekend. Funniest moment? Kim trying to persuade the crowd to buy a live CD, then realising he was talking to a snooty vinyl crowd and turning it back on them by saying “I know you only buy vinyl but you don’t know what you’re missing until your hear Tony breaking all six strings at once” Seeing The Scientists, highlighted what had been missing from the Drones show in Glasgow a few days earlier. I thought the Drones had perhaps been a little tired when I saw them, but in comparison, it wasn’t energy that was lacking - it was the self-assurance with which The Scientists make the same kind of intense noise which made them the fiercer beast at close quarters.

It was a tough weekend in all. I had seen Einsturzende Neubauten in Glasgow the night before at the Tramway. A terrible venue for rock and roll where you could hear idiots talking about their plans for the weekend, even over the volume that Neubauten operate at. Robert Belfour was great, seemed in good health and played a neat focused set of distinctive country blues. I smiled sweetly at the girls on the door and eventually got a ticket for T-Model. I never saw him before, he played Edinburgh a couple of years ago but I was out of the country at the time. This was easily the highlight of the weekend. He played an absolutely perfect set of hard punk one-chord/no-chord stomping blues. The songs were mostly indistinguishable from one other and bore only a slight relation to the recorded versions. How he achieves this when the sound is so simple I don’t know but he played for almost two hours. Not a moment too long.

Back to Edinburgh on the Sunday and saw Ute Lemper at the Usher Hall, for a (slightly) different vibe. Perfectly played, very civilised Weimar Republic cabaret. A good way to wind down from a rock and roll weekend. I even caught the bus back to Glasgow without a hitch…"

Scientists photos from ATP by Vanessa Exton