(Finally) Available for free download!

here: http://quixodelic.com/site/category/the-utica-flower-company/

Okay, let’s do this again…

A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE UTICA FLOWER COMPANY2.0

Through the winter of 2006 and spring of 2007 I made a lo-fi psychedelic-pop record called ‘The Utica Flower Company’ with three guys from Cozy Home Records – Paul Burnout (The Real Burnouts), Bobby Rogan (Fig Mints of Your Imagination), and Luke Humann (Arthur Rules). It wasn’t released until a year later through the Cozy Home, but looking back I’m still very fond of that haphazard little collaboration.

The title track on the record was about a secret basement beneath a flower shop where ‘revolutionary people meet and records play for your soul’. In early 2009 I stumbled over an old email to Paul Burnout where I said that some day I’d like to start an actual Flower Company just like this. At the same time we were working on Quixodelic Records and had been referring to the collective, featuring artists from all over the globe, as The Utica Flower Company. So it wasn’t as giant a step as it sounds going out and buying a ship with the intention of sailing around the world.

On the 1st of May 2009, the Mardi set sail from Jacksonville with most of the collective on board. You can read about our adventures here:

theuticaflowercompany.wordpress.com

Now this is where is gets really weird. Eventually our imaginary ship sailed off the edge of the world and the four surviving Company members (myself, Simon Piler, Becky N, and Warchalking) escaped on an inflatable dinghy called The Ark with nothing but some cigarettes, rum, and a handful of salvaged musical instruments to keep us entertained while we drifted through the Unimerses.

Thankfully we had an old 4-track to capture the songs that have since been compilered and made available as ‘The Utica Flower Company 2.0′. These include (in my opinion) some of the most poignant songs Simon has ever written, three brand new Becky N tracks (fans of hers will appreciate that 3 new songs is nearly a year’s supply), a brilliant new Warchalking track called ‘Daydreamer Gasoline’ concerning the perils of smoking Rongovian tundra, two salvaged songs from cassettes made by some guy called Willoughby Toad, me re-singing the first Wheelies song I wrote in 2006 having ignored music for 9 nears previous, and all four of us singing together on ‘The Utica Flower Company Refrain’. It is understandably very different from his older sibling, limited by our lack of instruments and creative exhaustion from the previous year’s calamities, more folk than psychedelic, but crackling and popping with the same lo-fi genuine goodness. As different as it sounds, I am equally proud of the results and almost every song features some form of collaboration between its creators. I wrote ‘I’m In Love With You’ then Simon re-wrote the words before singing and played it six million billion times better than I ever could. Warchalking does backing vocals on Becky’s lovably diggable ‘Shark Ark’. I sing backing on Simon’s epic ‘Lung’ and duet with Becky on her ‘Things We’ve Done’. She plays accordion and Simon plays trombone on Willoughby’s ‘Ballad of Willoughby Toad’… the list goes on. Something that on paper should sound like a compilation of four Quixodelic artists somehow ends up sounding like a coherent-ish record and an audio postcard penned as a keepsake for ourselves.

Much of the coherence is to do with Simon Piler’s diligent mixing and mastering of the finished record, a feat which required him to sneak in and out of an alternate universe via a little door at the back of his brain throughout the summer at great personal risk to his own sanity. For this reason alone I hope you take a couple of minutes to download our imaginary little record and have a listen.

And we hope you like it.

Smally

The one and only Becky N…

1 You can take one record to a desert island for the rest of your life – what would it be?

Crooked Rain Crooked Rain – Pavement. I will NEVER get sick of this.

2 Who is your favourite artist?

Too many! Miranda July. Kim Gordon. Greg Spalenka. Nate Lowman!

3 Favourite chord?

Dmin7 at the moment. At least I think it’s that, I’m not too good with notation.

4 Can God invent a rock that he cannot lift?

Wow, he just proved himself out of existence! : )

5 Who did you last vote for in an election?

Politicians are evil.

6 Favourite fiction writer?

Iain Banks, in both his incarnations. And Philip Pullman, always. And Jeff Noon, Vurt was fucking brilliant.

7 If you could invite 5 people to dinner (dead or alive) who would they be?

Janet Weiss, Carrie Brownstein and Corinne Tucker, Spike Jonze, and Allen Ginsberg.

8 What pisses you off?

People berating me about my generation having a bad work ethic. And then asking if I’ve got a job or a boyfriend. How about, no, no and fuck off.

9 What’s the best song you’ve ever written?

Smells Like Teen Spirit. I got totally ripped off.

10 One wish – what would it be?

I wish for a flying carpet piloted by David Bowie.

11 Favourite band?

It changes all the time of course, but I just saw Blitzen Trapper and they were killer.

12 3 websites worth checking out?

jigsawunderground.blogspot.com/ Tobi Vail from Bikini Kill’s blog/zine thing. It’s awesome.

13 Posters above your bed when you were a teenager?

Erm…blink…182….

14 When was the last time you cried with laughter?

Almost every day, I find a lot of things really, really funny. Maybe it was when my brother and I invented ‘I can’t believe it’s not Crandley’ (a Ukrainian desert my Nana makes only at Easter)

Yeah, it’s still pretty funny.

15 If you could learn and play one instrument, what would it be?

Musical saw.

16 Preferred mode of travel?

Bike. And a normal one, not a motorbike (although, I wish!)

17 Shuffle your iPod – what are the first five songs that play?

King Of Carrot Flowers Part 2&3 – Neutral Milk Hotel
Love A Loser – The Raincoats
Rollercoaster – Sleater-Kinney
Chimney – Grand Salvo
Colours and the Kids – Cat Power

18 Snowballs, snowmen, or sledging?

Snowballssssssss

19 Best gig you’ve ever been to?

Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks HANDS DOWN. They even beat Radiohead at V fest. Which I never would have thought possible, but it happened.

20 What’s the most embarrassing record in your collection?

I think I’ve had enough shame for one day.

21 Favourite drink?

Apple and mango juice.

22 Drug of choice?

If I wrote that on the internet I could get in trouble. On an unrelated note, baked beans are the best food ever. Would you pass me some, Lucy? Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were busy in the sky with those diamonds you found.

23 If you were an animal, what animal would you be?

A jellyfish. No bones.

24 And if you were a colour, what colour would you be?

Tramjanglorange.

25 Are you good at any sports?

Can the pope fly?

26 Last book you read?

Zeitoun – Dave Eggers. It was really good.

27 First thing you think when you get up in the morning?

‘Oh, I was dreaming about seeing Bridezilla in concert because they were on my radio alarm. That makes sense. And is it 1pm already?’

28 Last thing you think when you go to bed?

‘Mmm I love my bed.’

29 Describe your music in three words?

Lo-fi, acoustic, quiet

30 If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be?

An astronaut.

31 Favourite comedian?

Bill Bailey!

32 What colour is your front door?

Pale green.

33 Favourite film?

Gah too hard. Mister Lonely, Stranger than Fiction, or Fight Club!

34 A quote that stuck in your head?

God is dead. – Nietzsche. That’s not really long enough to be a quote, but it’s the only one I remember from anyone. Also something about uber-mensch and everyone else being idiots. What a dude.

35 Favourite subject at school?

English.

36 Which actor/actress would play you in a film about your life?

Chloe Sevigny, if I was really lucky and she was desperate and broke.

37 What music makes you want to dance?

I dance to everything, no exceptions Mozart. You thought you were off the hook.

38 What should they write on your gravestone?

‘GET OFF ME’

39 How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?

How about less testosterone fuelled masculinity tests and more chilling out about the whole thing?

40 When did you first start writing your own songs?

I was born writing songs. I came out holding a guitar. My mum was like FUUUUCKK

41 What’s the weirdest thing you ever saw?

An Okapi at the zoo. I thought it was a pokemon or something.

42 Favourite smell?

New inside of a car.

43 Favourite sound?

Maracas.

44 Swings, roundabout, chute, or climbing frame?

I always think it’s roundabout but it’s a lot scarier than it looks.

45 Who is your favourite Beatle?

Ringo. And mainly because of Thomas the Tank Engine.

46 Point us in the direction of a band one of your friends is in?

http://www.myspace.com/arrowsfromthesunmusic

47 A YouTube video the world should watch?

CRISPIN IS MY HERO

48 Cats or dogs?

Both. I love both equally. And I really don’t understand ‘dog people’ who hate cats. How can you hate cats? It’s a whole species! And they’re so cool.

49 If you had to join the circus what would you be?

Acrobat, in my dreams. I would have to get over my fear of both heights and going upside down.

50 Favourite book?

I’m going to say Northern Lights. But that’s really hard.

51 Have you ever been on TV?

Don’t think so. Unless my paranoia is reality and I’m in the Truman Show.

52 Have you ever been arrested?

No, yay.

53 What songs do you (would you) sing at karaoke?

If I was drunk enough, probably Creep. Or Whichever Radiohead song they had. But I’ve never done real karaoke.

54 Have you ever seen a ghost?

Does Geshe-La count?

55 How do you like your coffee? Or would you prefer a wee cup of tea?

With soy milk and no sugar, please. And if you only have dairy I’ll have it black.

56 Punk or Raver? Mod or Goth? Hippy or Beatnik? If you had to label yourself, what gang would you be in?

Do you mean gang like the crips? Or one of those? I’m confused. I’m a bit of all of those. But not enough of any of them.

57 What’s the worst job you ever had?

Waitressing at a crap café. Boring.

58 What’s brown and sticky?

My face

59 Do you have any recurring dreams?

People I know dying in front of me, realistically.

60 How many records have you released and which is your favourite?

Meh.

61 Where in the world would you like to go?

Iceland! And Portland, Oregon.

62 Favourite kind of cloud?

The ones that storm at the beach and look like the apocalypse.

63 Favourite line from a song?

‘I’ve got a leaf…and a spleef
Yeah, like that spleef
God bless that spleef in my mouth
Or should I say Jah baby’ – Haunt You Down

64 What’s the music scene like where you live?

There’s an insane amount of bands in Melbourne.

65 Who would make up your dream band? (one singer, one guitarist, one bassist, one drummer, plus one extra)

Elvis singing, Obama on guitar, Flea on bass, Barbara Streissand on drums and that guy from the Mars Volta dancing.

66 Favourite cover art?

Biffy Clyro – The Vertigo Of Bliss

67 Early bird or night owl?

The second one

68 Which of the seven sins are you?

Haha, gluttony. And sloth. Combined to make a super-sin.

69 Three words people use to describe you?

Unemployed, tall, arts student

70 You have ten minutes left to live, what would you do?

Panic and smash some windows.

71 Do you support any sports teams?

Stop talking about sport

71 What do you want for Christmas?

A beard

72 Favourite track from all the Daydream Generation compilations?

Don’t make me choose! And how could I, there are so many, including people who aren’t doing it anymore. Everything Fig Mints, Jane Gilmore, Warchalking…

73 Can you cook up a storm in the kitchen?

Hells yes. If it’s noodles or pasta related. Or cake. That’s about it.

74 What’s the first thing you remember?

Walking to the hospital with my Nana when my brother was born. I was three.

75 How do you go about writing a song?

I go bleeeuuurrghhhh and it all comes out.

76 When you look in the mirror, what do you see?

That’s the money shot!

77 What’s the best advice you were ever given?

Stop being such a depressive wanker

78 Do you smoke?

Ye-no.

79 Tell us a joke?

The only one I can remember is truly, truly horrible and I shant repeat it. And yes, it’s about dead babies.

80 Pick a card, any card?

Erm…ace of clubs.

81 One question you’ve never been able to answer?

‘What’s the plan for when you’ve finished uni?’

82 If you could travel back in time, when and where would you go?

Medieval England.

83 Favourite philosopher?

Sartre and De Beauvoir.

84 Do you have any pets?

A sometimes dog called Kanuka. He’s the best dog ever. But we just look after him, he doesn’t belong to us.

85 Ever climbed a mountain?

Totally. In Utah I was walking up this mountain in a knee length skirt, and it was barely a hike, like one of those tourist walks, and this guy walks past me in the other direction in full mountaineering gear and says ‘Nice hiking skirt.’ I was like dude…sigh.
And in Canada I did one of those bad ass all day mountain walks where it’s sunny and hot at the bottom, and then it’s snowy at the top and you have to trek it across ice in converses. Maybe I should wear proper clothes.

86 What do you do in the real world to pay the rent?

Professional moocher.

87 Self-diagnosis: any psychiatric disorders?

Manic depression, smiley face psychosis.

88 Favourite poet?

Sylvia Plath.

89 What wouldn’t you do for a million dollars?

Lick a poo. Or let someone vomit into my mouth.

90 Adrenalin junky?

No…adrenalin makes me nervous and clumsy.

91 What bands have you been in?

Not too many with names, I just realised.

92 Favourite board game/computer game?

I said enough shame! Board game’s a toss up between Talisman for nostalgia and Battlelore because it’s easy and fun. Computer is Fallout 3 in recent times, but Monkey Island 3 for all time.

93 What kind of recording set-up do you have? Equipment etc.

Laptop, preamp, mic. Audacity.

94 A character you love from a book or a film?
Harvey Milk, even though he was a real person too.

95 Who is the sexiest person in the history of the world?

Gael Garcia Bernal. No question.

96 If you could genetically fuse two animals together what would they be? And what would it make?

A starfish with the head of a pidgeon.

97 What kind of drunk are you?

The kind who makes jokes and then laughs at them really loudly.

98 What was the first record that really blew your mind?

OK Computer I think. And then Surfer Rosa in quick succession.

99 What are your musical plans for the future?

Get some gigs for my crazy gyspy trip-hop band, start a noise band with my housemate. Basically do as much as I possibly can get away with while pretending to care about careers and stuff.

100 Got some websites of your own we can visit?

Just the myspace and daydream.

THE REAL BURNOUTS – “Fully Involved EP”

2009 may well very prove to be the year of the Real Burnout. Where all around us musicians we have loved and listened very closely to, run out of songs, pack up their guitars, slump into funks, and throw in the novelty musical note towel, on the American side of the Atlantic Ocean, in the little city of Utica, The Real Burnouts have been down in the basement cooking up records. This year alone we’ve already seen the following – two full-length records “Post Show Post Traumatic Ultimate Mundane”, and “(In) A World Not Unlike Your Own”, a compendium of unreleased hits “Copious Maximus”, and word on the street is that a fourth unreleased album sits loaded up in the Cozy Home torpedo chamber, that may or may not still be called “Dark”. In fact, The Real Burnouts have been so productive that I half expected an invitation to contribute to The Invisible Box-Set to be met with a completely burned out silence.

But of course when you’re on a roll, well then there’s nothing you can do to keep yourself from keeping rolling. Commander in Chief of the band (Paul Burnout), enthusiastically reported throughout August that he was working on a masterpiece record called “The Disinfection of Walter”, and that they would be playing the album in full accompanied by actors and/or dancers at a Utica music festival. 3 weeks later I got a message to say that this psychedelic symphony had been such a success that “..Walter” was going to be re-recorded in a studio environment. “Don’t worry”, said Paul, “there’s still a week for me to write and record something new”.

And so they did. “Fully Involved” is an eight track EP, recorded in two sittings and only a few action-packed hours. At the wheel are the twin force of two of the Cozy Home’s most eminently original musicians – Paul and Bobby, and as always this creative combination throws up particularly pleasing results. You sense listening to these songs that after the two previous (and arguably uncharacteristically melancholy/introspective) albums, that there are fucking flames back leaping through the veins. On “Fully Involved”, The Real Burnouts go back to sounding like a riotous band rather than one maverick psych-poet floating around in the limbo of his own monstrous imagination. This record sounds like it took weeks rather than hours to put together, from the fuzzy pop opener “My Heart Explodes”, to the punk explosion of “Shot In The Pocket”, this is a fun, and beautifully deranged collection of songs to play. With drugged up anthems like “How Good It Feels” and the aptly titled “Drunk and Stoned” the monstrous imagination comes crashing back to earth with big riffs and equally big drums. The Real Burnouts really do sound fully involved again, and for those of you who have forgotten how excitingly different they can be on their day, then this record should provide a welcome reminder.

Song writers seem to fall into one of two hands. In one are those who can’t help but keep writing, like butterflies flitting from one idea-flower to the next, putting quantity over quality and hopefully somewhere in amidst all those rushed recordings will be something worth keeping hold of. In the other are individuals like Frogville’s Jason Raspa, blessed with the patience and determination to take an idea-flower and keep tending to it, only walking away from it when it’s grown as high as it can.

From the word go, with the swirling psychedelic guitar lines of “I Believe In You”, this is something of an all-out assault on the parts of your brain that instinctively hoover up hooks and retain them, regurgitating them at random intervals throughout your waking day. The first five songs of “A Bug Eyed-Swamp” are the equivalent of a top-heavy bombardment of melody. For those of you going into it blind, I’d be very surprised if you’re not waving the white flag of submission a couple of verses into the upbeat 90s indie-pop of second track “Just Like Sunday”. Three through five are my own favourites – “The Speed of a Crawl” is cinematic and sweeping, a sonic lullaby for the frazzled heads of the 21st century. “I’m A Bee” is comical and catchy as fuck, combining Jason’s reassuringly loveable voice singing “Collecting honey for the Queen / I love her, I think you know what I mean / There’s too many guys in the hive / She doesn’t even know that I’m alive”, with suitably bee-powered musical swagger. The vocals, like the range of guitar riffs, walking bass-lines, steady drums, and liberal helpings of effects and sound tricks that are central to the Frogville sound, are actually each but a part of the well-oiled machine, all of them doing their bit, carrying it forward, letting each song breathe bedecked in blinking lights into the muddy swamp of creation. You won’t play this record to your friends and say “Listen to the guitar on this”, or “What is he doing here?”, but you will put it on and let it play out saying “Listen to all of this”.

Fifth track “The Light You Give” is as close as you’ll get to a standard ballad form – an ageless melodic love song where “The light you give shines”. Simply put – it’s fucking beautiful. From the blistering start, the rest of the record is more of a blur of ideas and sounds. The mainly instrumental and eerily weird title track signals the end of the “song” songs and the beginning of something a little darker and less deliberate. Frogville shows that the psych-pop salvos are just a part of the bigger picture (albeit a glorious part). Equally the machine is at home producing freaky indie guitar blow-outs “Time is Growing”, druggy Jonestown Massacre-esque shoegaze funk amalgamations (”Turns to Gold”), dig up something that sounds like it fell off the edge of “Forever Changes” (”Mexico”), or do lush country drone experiments like the closing “Speed of Disillusionment”. Penultimate track “Face” deserves a sentence or two on its own. Like a lost song from 1966, think somewhere in between The Rolling Stones and The Velvet Underground, tambourine punctuated tunnel of stark sound and a vocal melody that sounds like something you should have heard somewhere before, but know that you haven’t. Finally available in free digital download format, this is one swamp you want to wade in right up to your bug eyes for.

PERIWINKLE PERISCOPE – “Fraises”

Is there a better band name than this around right now? There is a certain cartoon-like dance to those two words thrown together like curious bedfellows in another world. It has been a while since the debut self-titled Periwinkle Periscope album dropped through my letterbox and kept me entertained with its experimental folk songs and poetry, and was getting to the point where you wondered if perhaps it was another one-off project from one of the most musically curious (or curiously musical) households in the United States.

With a six song instrumental EP in the shape of “Fraises”, thankfully it seems Periwinkle Periscope are an ongoing concern. Written and recorded in four hours, Judy Shimmin provides much the same as the debut record offered, exploratory pieces of abstract sound building up around recurring melodies with strings that twang and bricks of percussion, until some structure forms and rocks gently in the breeze. It feels like if you blow hard enough, then this little record could easily fall to pieces, but if you resist the urge to puff up your lungs and stop, just stop and listen to it swaying, then you see it for what it is. “Fraises” (originally intended to have sung songs over the top, but released as an instrumental record because of the necessary time constraints of the box-set project), is simply the sound of someone surrounding themselves with instruments and playing whatever feels right to them. Guitars buzz and organs bellow, unidentifiable objects rattle and wooden blocks chime. This is a soundtrack from the same cartoon-like world that the words Periwinkle Periscope curl up in. The first time I heard it I was pacing the length of the Main Deck, suddenly noticing how intense everything was, how minute the detail in the most ordinary of things, like a rusty bolt, or a broken window, or a wilted flower once woven into the rigging.

Perinwinkle Periscope’s “Fraises” is a strange little record with its songs that go from A to F. It is minimalistic and at times discordant… not the sound of a classically trained musician, nor in the same ball park as it’s lyrical older self-titled sister. But above all else, it is a lot of fun to put in your ears just to see what happens. Just that little bit more clearly. Here’s hoping that G to Z will sometime follow.

Jolan tells us, “While I have three or four albums worth of material recorded, this is the first time I have set out to make a cohesive album.” It turns out that ‘Hey! Midnight’ is very cohesive, a fact which makes for a very smooth and enjoyable listen. We are enveloped gradually; ‘Frequent Dream’ approaches us in waves, like the soft hum of a distant turboprop engine. But as the plane pops over the rise, we are suddenly splatter-painted by it’s twin 20-meter paintbrushes, ‘What You’ve Done’. Immediately danceable, this song is capable of applying retrographic texture to entire landscapes. The first transition is stark, but extremely natural, and one of the highlights of the album.

The Falling Floors have a strength with harmony. Many of the tracks offer complicated, interlocking lines that balance arpeggiating guitars, bass, keyboards, and voice. The whole of it is punctuated by sparse percussion, mainly a sharp snaredrum and some uncannily [!!!] ferverent tambourine. I believe that natural harmonists have a good sense of musical dimension, and it is no surprise that The Falling Floors also exceed at dictating musical space. At times the album becomes soft and impressionistic (see ‘Pink Sky Over the Motorway at 5AM’ or ‘Little Bug’) other times very jaunty and full of pep; (see ‘Honeybee’, ‘Palindrome’, ‘Don’t Try’, or ‘Giving Up and Giving Way’) these tracks in particular give the album it’s remarkable 60’s throwback coloration. And ‘Where We Feel Secure’? It’s just plain beautiful.

Perhaps the most impressive quality that the album possesses is it’s forthright nature. Though these songs are adept compositions, all, I never get the feeling that Jolan and company are obsessed with the technicality of the music to the point where it distracts from the flow and overall perception of a song. Even the palindromic songs end up being extremely listenable, cohesive tracks, a tribute to the organization and planning put into the album. It’s apparent that The Falling Floors are making their recordings with our receptive ears in mind!

Now I wish they’d hand me a towel, I’ve got paint all over.

There was a time not so long ago that it looked like it might be all over for Uberfuzz. The toil of live shows finally took its toll and with each record freaking musically deeper and further out, it looked like there was nowhere left for the band to go. Actually the only place left to go was inwards – the band disassembled, leaving only singer-songwriter Paul Le Keux, with sister Kelly to provide the occasional moral vocal support. This new unpressurised environment of going back to writing and recording for the love of making music seemed to work – the five-track “As If It Matters EP” hinted that there was another side to Rugby’s most recent supplier of explosive psychedelics, a much wiser and cleaner sound, a little less synthetic with a more folky exploration of melody.

My own discovery of Uberfuzz was post-masterpiece “Drowing In Honey”, so just the idea of a new record in the works was something pretty fucking exciting. Downloading it and seeing the brilliant old school black and white guitar/moon cover and finally playing it took me way back to my teenage years wishing the train would go just that little bit faster so as I could get home and listen to the new cassette from one of my favourite bands. “An Island In The Moon” does not disappoint. The new polished and conversely more intimate sounds of “As If It Matters” are taken to the next level on the full album. Welcome additions are sitars and tablas, breathing life into the bones – lovers of psychedelia take note: when I say that “An Island…” is a little more folky by design, that doesn’t mean that it’s no longer psychedelic. Take the Velvet Underground-esque and wonderfully philosophical “Epistle to a Wayward Mother”, the spoken word effects laden title track conjuring up the words of William Blake, the vinyl scratched “Wooden” and “Rusty Shack” instrumentals, or even the brilliant sitar jam “Space Raga No.1″ – there is plenty worth smoking along to. Yet perhaps with the exception of the deftly wielded sitar, these are treasures that we fully expect to find on an Uberfuzz record. The real rub of “An Island in the Moon” is on the tracks where the layers fall away.

Both the opening and closing covers of “Farewell Angelina” and the cover of The Rolling Stones “Play With Fire” are great examples. You just don’t cover bands and songs like those unless you can bring something else to the floor. If anything, Uberfuzz somehow manage to make this Bob Dylan classic sound even more fragile, and The Stones sound even more vibrant. Meanwhile “Sip of Wild Honey” is Uberfuzz at its finest, but with a folky-pop twist, and “Summer Wine” is the sound of the psychedelic wild west happening in your living room. The trouble with a band honing their sounds and recording techniques is that sooner or later the bubble has to burst, and a point is reached at the end of the line where there really is nowhere left to go. Thankfully, it sounds like Uberfuzz have already been there, stepping off the tracks and walking out into the wilderness whereupon they found that there was still something to sing about, sounds to be explored, and hopefully people like me who will keep listening and download their records like an expectant teenager. I pull back the curtains and grin when I see that the moon looks curiously golden tonight.

It somehow doesn’t seem real that we’re finally listening to a full-length Amalfi Glow record. The tracks that make up this inaugural TAG release “On My Back Looking At Home” have been slowly amassed, like a tap dripping pearls of electronic sound until the basin finally overflows onto the bathroom floor of the earth and all that’s left to do is climb up onto the ceiling of the universe and look down at the accidental ocean suddenly pulsing and swirling beneath us.

I’m no student of ambient soundscapes, but I know what I like to hear and every pearl from project Amalfi that has splashed out from my headphones in the small hours has left me hopelessly wishing that I could pass them onto 19 year old me, head full of acid with an insatiable thirst to go SOMEWHERE DIFFERENT in my imagination. Taken on their own each pearl has sounded as great as anything I’ve heard from your Orbitals, or Orbs, or Boards of Canadas. Finally strung together though, these beads of experiment seem to find their true form side by side. “On My Back…” does exactly what it seems to have always been unconsciously stretching towards – a journey of sound. I’ve been fortunate to witness first hand El Capitan Amalfi behind the wheel, pulling white rabbit samples and multi-layered beats from the burning bottomless hat, and I can honestly say that it is a truly mind-boggling thing to observe. Even without a head full of acid.

You sense with this record that the sky is the the least of the limits for this long-standing and yet still fledgling project. Like the record itself, The Amalfi Glow is a journey still at the very beginning, pausing briefly to tie up the loose ends before moving on, home finally blinking out of sight behind it. Familiar tracks like the epic “Pagoda” and hypnotic “Mersum” sound suddenly rejuvenated in between new offerings like the thundering urgent beats of “Char-an-choola”, or the ambience of “Let Me Find Joy”. Fans of electronica will undoubtedly get what is happening here a hell of a lot more than I ever will, but if you’re in the same dinghy of inexperience as I am then you could do a lot worse than lying down beneath the basin, grabbing hold of something that resembles a paddle, and push off through the pearls. Acid or no acid.

While I sat there waiting for the grumbling and grimacing supercomputer to warm up, I heard a sound like a fly buzzing furiously against the panes of the one remaining unbroken window of the Communications Room. Initially assuming it to be an Ylfnogard, as the screen burst into life before my eyes, I quickly noticed that the buzzing appeared to have a vaguely melodic sawing swing to it. This was no fly. When I sat down in the seat my iPod must have accidentally started to play – the curious melodic buzzing was in fact Simon Piler belting out “Termination Death” in my pocket.

To review any Simon Piler and The Atom Band record in three paragraphs is asking the impossible of anyone (particularly as I just spent the first of the three babbling about buzzing). After the all-out poetic experimental dream assault of the two most recent recordings “Songs From Home” and “Heimdall”, you could say I am a fully fledged convert to the theatrical adventure of anything generated from the boundless brain of this peripatetic young poet. If anything, “KINGTIME” doesn’t just follow on from its predecessors, but ups the ante and runs away with it under your nose. This is a record of Joycian magnitude – a mythic-poetic tale of one King Narcissus, peppered with song and tales, and filled out with sometimes mad, and sometimes gentle experimental folk sounds. You can’t possibly pretend to understand exactly what is going on, but like a match to the imagination it strikes and you step away from it in flames frantically searching for the nearest puddle of reality to cool down in. With a handy printable lyric book packed with black and white words and wonderful imagery, “KINGTIME” should probably be the sort of thing we fire at teenage study groups. It is a giddy, expansive, soulful, bamboozling, and utterly brilliant multi-media seed for the barren wasteland of your addled imagination. Songs like the wonderfully lyrical “ROLL”, the absurdly infectious and utterly memorable “King TV”, the lo-fi hop of “Dogs”, the pocket buzz of “Termination Death”, and gargantuan understated “The Vulcanist” fall upon on the scorched earth, linked together and sprinkled with Simon’s running commentary, as the tale spins out in the mirror and a garden of pure imagination blooms.

Once you’re hooked on the ideas behind this music there is no going back. You can download “KINGTIME” and try to enjoy it as an artistic feat in its own right, like watching a skinny bearded stunt rider on a rickety red bicycle attempting to leap 18 car-songs from the top of a steep ramp, and toppling with a beautiful laugh to crash through the cracked windscreen of car number one. Alternatively you can do your homework, read the lyric book and track down interviews with Simon where he candidly explains the dream theory and intricate thought that goes into writing his records. The old man sings. The ash of the volcano settles on the earth. And King TV rolls out around every corner, clutching his belly with little beady eyes. This is the fabric of song that doesn’t just ring in your ears, but seeps irrevocably into the veins of your life. It’s KINGTIME!

Discovering the musical world of Brendon Hertz has been one of the real finds for me during this box-set. There’s always a sense of trepidation including someone whose music you’ve never heard in a project of this magnitude. I mean, The Daydream Generation compilations are just one song and if you go one song wrong, then it’s not such a big deal… whereas with the box-set we’re talking a whole record, and potentially a whole record of wrong songs. So even though there was a level of backing with the very credible Simon Piler describing Brendon as “the leader of The Atom Band”, I downloaded “Sacrifice” with my fingers, toes and ears well and truly crossed.

I need not have crossed anything. Twenty seconds into spoken word second track “Neo-Beat Grocery” I realised we’d struck musical oil and breathed an almighty sigh of relief. My head has been crying out for just this kind of approach – indie-beat deliberations on modern America. Okay, so there must be people out there doing this kind of thing – but in three long years of doing this, maybe only one other had been going at it from this direction, and that connection had long been lost. By the time I reached track five, the brilliantly atmospheric acoustic ballad “Jasper Fforde…”, I was wide awake and unconsciously holding my breath. “Sacrifice” is by no means a conventional record. Its identity is in the shifting identity of songs – a lot of fun to listen to, but there’s something else about it; something deeply poetic and ambitious happening beneath the patchwork surface of its multi-faced persona.

Let’s dig on that patchwork surface for a moment because it’s undoubtedly what makes this record so special. For a start, count the genres – electronica, spoken word poetry, experimental noise, psychedelic funk, acoustic folk, 60s pop, jazz, reggae, soul, timeless piano balladry, blues, and an atmospheric indie anthem thrown in for good measure. Yet far from being an intentional spectrum of sound, you instantly recognise that this is a multi-faceted singer-songwriter simply expressing himself in the most direct way possible with the content of the song and the feelings behind the song dictating the form. I really don’t know anyone who would even attempt to do something as wide-reaching as this, let alone anyone who would actually be able to do it so well and in such a short space of time. Perhaps the most surprising thing of all about such a diverse record as this, is that when it comes out on the other side it sounds completely coherent and wonderfully together. With so many styles happening, inevitably there is something for every someone. Candid and cool beat poetry aside, my own favourites are the aforementioned “Jasper Fforde…”, the raw Beatle-esque “Mail From You”, the majestic title track “Sacrifice” (would not be out of place on a Bob Marley greatest hits), the soulful piano and brass ballad “Magic” (what can I say? It’s magic, perhaps my favourite of all the songs), and the melancholic poetic intensity of “Life’s Match”.

If you’re looking for something different then you’ve come to the right place. “Sacrifice” is different from start to finish, like the mix-tape of a love long lost, only with one guy singing his heart out and speaking his thoughts throughout. The musicianship is first class, the voice that carries the songs is ambitious in range and trembles with genuine human emotion, and there’s just enough self-defacing humour tucked away amidst the patchwork folds to keep it from sinking beneath the quicksand of introspective no return. Finally I exhale. 5 kaleidoscopic patchwork stars out of 5.

Becky N’s follow-up to her Two Wheels EP, 4am Video Games, definitely has the signatures of the songwriter’s touch. The lo-fi recording, the sparse arrangements, and the simplicity that is soft to the ear are all here. In fact, this EP may be even sparser than Two Wheels. Most of the songs are cut back to guitar and voice, with some overdubs. When you listen to the new music from 4am Video Games, however, there’s a new element to many of the songs.

Walls of repeating chords on downbeats add drive to songs like “Overgrown” and “4am Video Games”. This adds a sad, droning element to the songs making them perfect for ominousness but also for meditation. I took this EP out for a spin on my bicycle late during a recent fall evening, and it seemed to fit alongside the brisk autumn air well. The darkness of the night combined with the minor sounds of the album and the blinking of traffic lights seemed complementary to Becky’s tone on this release.

Although the dichotomous guitar riffs on “Coma Dream” make this the standout track on the album, the song also shows off a unique sense of timing, lyrical stylings, and the finger-picking of Becky N. Though the overtones are of sadness, Becky N still shows a quirky side on “Sweetie”, which starts off with a guitar part reminiscent of nineties grunge-rockers. The lyrics twist this into an interesting love song, ending abrubtly with the lyric “where’ve you been all my life”, leaving the listener with some kind of longing.

All in all, this album shows a new side of Becky N. It may be a darker, more brooding side, yes, but also something that is searching and hoping. It is this aspect of the album that made this reviewer want to do a lot of soul-searching while listening to 4am Video Games. This album gets one highly-recommended moonlit bicycle ride; listen to it at 4am or not, but this one definitely lends itself to nighttime excursions.

HANDWITHLEGS – “One More Excuse”

Handwithlegs’ contribution to the box-set “One More Excuse” was like the missing piece of an unintentionally technicolour jigsaw puzzle. We’d covered just about every genre known to man (with the exception of Death Metal) and all that was missing was something heavy, something pulsing and dark for the

mad side of midnight when proceedings run away from you and you find yourself locked into some ugly, downwards spiral of drugged up lunacy. If you download this record then be warned – it is LOUD. It is capital letters LOUD. Guitar-like synths fuzz and hammer, drums roar like pounding waves, and there is a sense of absolute claustrophobic urgency to every song. Where I come from, people don’t make music like this. It terrifies them.

This isn’t to say that Handwithlegs is not in the business of writing songs – think Manic Street Preachers “Holy Bible” for the structure and riffs that keep this five track EP burning from start to finish. Yet it seems to have a lot more to do with experimentalism and the deliberate pursuit of a particular sound. If your ears aren’t bleeding by the end of the fifth track then it would seem that the record hasn’t quite done the job. Vocally it’s in stark contrast to previous HWL records – the words still buried within the frenetic squall of sound, but there is a rhythm and starkness to the part-yelled, part-sung lines that brings a new energetic thrust to the music.

Every spectrum needs a dark side. Yet at the same time there is something chaotically fun about “One More Excuse” – both instrospective and exhibitionist at the same time. It doesn’t just sit in the corner. Nobody tells it what to do. It bites your hand off with a grin as if to say “Well what do you expect? I’ve got fucking sharp teeth”. This may be an attempt at making more of a “rock” record, rather than an experimental noise soundtrack, but from where I’m standing it sounds a lot closer to fuck-it-and-see ethos of punk. And punk is good thing. What’s that you say? Ah shit I can’t hear you, my ears are bleeding.

SHINE SHUT – “The Decision”

This album is short, but I’ll admit that it evokes a strong curiosity in me. One could say that it is alluring. May I offer a definition? Allure: to attract by the offer of something having real or seemingly real value. To clarify this word-variable, we’ll need a more specific definition for value. Value: meaning; force; significance. I’ll have to select ‘force’ when considering ‘The Decision’ because the album’s meaning is well past my means of determination. Perhaps that is Shine Shut’s aim in the production of these recordings! Are they to be breathless, airy and ephemeral graspings of idea? This much is possible to estimate from my listening. A portraiture of dynamic life, wrought in chaos. A thematic groundwork concerning consciousness is difficult to signify, I think.

So we are left with force. And no petty leaving; the album grinds and flexes as we are subjected to varying tensile pressures of circuitous, stomping energy. ‘A Build’ is almost swamp blues – it wildly brandishes a dark, inoculated wind across it’s marching ground. There are deep ideas here, that is true, but I am struck at how short of a time they are left to develop! The drop-off droning portion of the song could have been elaborated to great effect; at it’s current pace there is a hurried quality that it carries. And so my curiosity wells up again – is this a story of gestation, or simply of birth? We certainly are not meant to digest the full course of a complex decision, here. Instead, I think, we see only the critical moment of absolute choice; that irreversible waypoint of self-description.

At other times, the album is softer, almost restful. ‘Shelf’ is reflective and even cheery. ‘Is That My Soul?’ seems to offer a speculative resolution of the darker portions; and it’s very tongue speaks-broad in a short, granular breath. Shine Shut calls ‘The Decision’ dream music; an undertaking to which I believe I can claim myself kin. Though we dream musicians may offer the widest spectral output of resultant music, we have one unifying quality that is unique among musical motivation of all kinds. We strive to describe and qualify space. ‘The Decision’ is a good reminder that though the spaces encompassed by the dreaming mind may be extremely complex, they are possible to reconstitute through our wakeful understandings of sound. This is the undertaking of a dream musician, difficult though it may be. With every study of feeling that we grasp at, and every sound we practice making, we become a little more thorough and clear in our descriptions. And so, in the end I am left with my curiosity. And my speculations. And ponderings. That is alright with me.

Thank you, Shine Shut.

JAMES REDMOND – “Dig Deep”

It is the dying seconds of one of the greatest football games of all time. The Champions League final of 2005, Liverpool v AC Milan. Having been three goals down at half-time and all but resigned to losing, Liverpool mount one of the most unbelievable come-backs we have ever seen, bringing it back to 3-3 and taking the game into extra time. The Italians surge again, peppering the Liverpool goal with wave after wave of attacks. At the centre of the Liverpool’s defence is one Jamie Carragher, by no means a footballer who will appear in the annals of world soccer history, but a player who wears his heart on his sleeve and gives it his all, throwing himself into tackles, heading the ball off the line, and marshalling his fellow troops. Carragher clears the ball with another last ditch header and goes down with cramp but the game goes on, the Italians picking up the ball and lining up to stick it in the net. With the camera focusing on the prostrate defender, the Scottish commentator leans into his microphone and urges him to “Dig deep son. Dig deep”. A hobbling Carragher picks himself up off the ground and hobbles in agony into the fray again to rise above the Milan strikers and clear the danger.

Not only is Jay Redmond the Jamie Carragher of the music world, but he is also a very hard man to get hold of when it’s backs to the wall and flying by the seat of your pants time. In fact, he is so hard to reach that he might as well be written into the “Encyclopaedia of Mythical Creatures” beside Big Foot, the Loch Ness Monster, the Abominable Snowman, and the fire-eater of Atlantis. His entry reads: “James (Lee) Redmond; scouse troubadour and purveyor of perfect pop songs”. There is no profile picture, just an aerial snapshot of some white trainers (presumably belonging to Jay). For half a year I’ve been fortunate enough to play the part of his personal archivist, collating a combination of new songs and lost tracks salvaged from old 4-track cassettes, buried beneath the thick dust and hiss of time. Everything he’s sent my way has been immensely lovable – painted with the same infectious brush of melody as previous collection “Too Much To Think”, all the while the bones of the record solidifying and taking shape.

Everything is in place. All he has to do is come up with a title, tell me which songs to keep, and in what order they should go. I email him a week before the box-set deadline day and get no reply. With three days to go I message him again, explaining we’re reaching a critical juncture like the scene in Father Ted when the priests are stuck in the lingerie section of a department store and are trying to escape via a fire exit without being seen. The day before the box-set goes live I email him one last time with the Jamie Carragher story. 24 hours after the deadline has passed I hear a muffled shout that seems to be emanating from behind a rack of giant granny pants. It says “Smally, please can you put the tracks into order for me, and call it DIG DEEP…”

THE OCTOBER TERMINUS – “The October Terminus”

Rob Levy doesn’t make enough records. It’s only when he does that I remember how important previous incarnations have been – Travel Labyrinth, External World, Platinum Limb, Sentic Forms… the list goes on and on. Here, in his latest form – The October Terminus – we find a seemingly one-off project from the undisputed master of the experimental song. This self-titled record was written, recorded and mixed over three days with specific constraints concerning how many tracks could be used (6), how many takes could be taken (1), and length of songs (2 minutes 24 seconds). The results are a staggering 28 track collection, musically experimental, full of notes, organic beats, and rattling sounds behind an undisputed abstract lyrical behemoth.

Rob’s own explanation of how the words were written is mind-blowing in itself – “The lyrics, composed the day before were written using a partial aleatory batch technique in which partially-random rhythm plans structure the random choice of words. The chaotic poetry is interpreted and reworked into meaningful stories. The chaotic, rhythmic stories served as the basis and inspiration for the aformentioned improvised composition of songs…” I had to re-read that several times when I first saw it to get any inkling as to what this actually means. You may now take a few seconds yourself to re-read it before we continue.

This seemingly Burroughsian artificially altered language-scape creates the perfect compliment to the Jim Morrison style poetic shamanism of the songs. I always feel like Levy projects sound like they were recorded out in the desert, under the blazing white circle of sun, with vultures revolving and the shimmering heat of exhaustion fogging up the eyes. However, “October Terminus” is no drug-induced shock verse, it is more like a scientific form of holistic human brain re-wiring. There is a mighty fine line between these tracks being enjoyable for the playfulness and textures of words combined with repetitive woodwind and plinking blocks, and this being a soundtrack for some self-imposed psychosis of pure abstraction. Either way, though if you’re anything like me then even if it’s the latter, then sometimes it is fun to put your own head through the grinder and piece it all back together on the other side. After all, I think you’ll find that records doesn’t make enough Rob Levy.

THE WHEELIES – “A Scientific Study Of Cloud Shapes”

I’ll let you make your own mind up on this one.

1 When did you start writing/recording music in your present form?

BECKY N: Two Wheels EP

Before I tell you why I love this little record and why you will love this little record, let’s get the lo-fi issue out of the way. Many years from now with a daisy-chain of shining records behind her, Becky N’s swelling army of admirers are going to follow it back to where it all began and dig up “Two Wheels”. An accidental collection of four songs recorded on either side of the planet by a poet with a portable microphone tied to her hair, this record electronically crackles and hisses with 21st century basement bootleg distortion – digitally remastered to iron out as much of the creases as possible, and dressed in effects, if audio-purity is high on your agenda then you’re barking up the wrong musical tree.

However – and this is a mighty big HOWEVER – if, like me, you can hear past hiss and whirr to the heart of music and the song itself, and if you dig the living, breathing atmosphere of lo-fi (a door slams in the background, a chair creaks, hair swishes, a cricket cranes his head to listen) then you’ll quickly hear why so many folk love Becky’s music. The unfortunate thing about it, is that the why it’s so loveable is as intangible as a daydream. Trying to define it, or put it into a box of convenient genre-titling is near impossible – it’s a bit folky I guess, a bit pop, lyrically simple on the surface but blatantly hiding layers and layers, verging on existentialist in the being of lines like “You wrote me a letter from across the swimming pool”, or “Salt tipped tongue tastes/Air full with yellow/Crinkled sand and/A gust under earlobe”. But ultimately it all comes back to the fact that despite it being all these things, it is always that something else, that “other” that makes it really special.

The songs might all be painted with the same Becky N brush, but each one exists in its own right as something worthwhile. The quirky ode of “Pink Flowers”, the colourful landscape of “The Patches”, the sublime and quite brilliant songwriting of “Don’t Ask Me Again What I Dreamt”, and finally the oh so simple melodic yet catchily stratospheric closing “Autopilot”. In fact as the most recent song, “Autopilot” is an ear-watering glimpse at where this could potentially go given some decent recording equipment and really much more of the same behind it. It is a song that sticks in your head like vapours of gum, the cool switch into the magical “I have dreams of wasting away…”, like something from the late 60s, harmonic and other-wordly, and singing like it is purely from a love of singing songs, unpretentious and pretty damn beautiful.

Do I really need to say anymore?

Listen to “Autopilot” from BECKY N’s “Two Wheels” EP:

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As promised here’s something pretty fucking cool & then some for your weekend. Quixodelic Records is proud to present the latest in its short-line of collective musical adventurers, BECKY N and her debut TWO WHEELS EP.

Fans of the Daydream Generation compilations might be familiar with the songs, but thanks to our resident gangsta engineer Bubbasmooth, they’ve been given a bit of an audio shoe-shine. While I continue to try and fathom why so many people (including myself) love Becky’s songs so much, you can download it for FREE from the STORE link at the top of the site & hear for yourself.

DG: For anyone who doesn’t know you (and I know that I am opening a can of worms here) where exactly are you from?

Becky: ‘From’ is a pretty strong word, Smally. I guess I’m Australian by citizenship, I was born there and I’m living there at the moment. I moved to Holland when I was twelve and spent the rest of growing up time there…then I moved to Devon in the UK. I was there for a year and then I moved back to Australia six months ago. My Dad’s Russian and my Mum’s Spanish, and they live in America. So…yeah. Everyone can guess my age now. Damn you, internet stalkers.

DG: I already knew all that – I just wanted to let everyone else see what a multicultural mad muddle you are. In a good way of course. “Internet stalkers”… yes, I think most of us have at some time experienced someone who is creepily obsessive and persistent in this weird virtual universe. Any tips on how to deal with them?

Becky: Um…well, never give them your email address out of pity. It’s never a good idea. I guess the good thing about the internet is that, as long as it stays there, it’s a virtual world and you never have to see them in real life. On the other hand, I totally stalk people’s pictures. So I guess don’t put up too many pictures of yourself unless you want weird people drooling over you. Unless that’s your ‘thing’. Whatever floats your boat.

DG: Ok, you got me sidetracked. Let’s do the important stuff like how did you get started writing songs and playing music? What inspired you to pick up a guitar and write stuff yourself?

Becky: In high school I had a few friends who were also into music, so we played in bands together and stuff, just covering songs. Then one of my friends and I decided one day that we’d go for it, really write songs and try to record them and stuff. After a million wasted afternoons and 30 second guitar riffs, and the uncovering of another friend who could secretly sing really well, we wrote and recorded a whole song. I was the drummer and lyric writer. Anyway, we went our separate ways and I secretly wrote songs, horribly ashamed of the fact that I was singing. They still record stuff and they were on DG3 I think, as Artback Baker (shameless plug, they are lovely, go and listen.) A lot of the reason I only used a classical guitar and voice is simply because those were the only instruments I had. I say had, I still don’t really have a wide range of instruments. Eventually I became unashamed enough to put them on myspace…which brings us to now.

DG: Artback Baker were on DG2 if anyone wants to check them out. So you get kudos for plugging a good band, but lose points for pointing to the wrong compilation. However – you regain the kudos and then some for being involved and contributing to the Daydream Generation for so long now that compilations are starting to blur into each other. While we’re on the subject, as a battle-hardened veteran of the last 3 compilations, the Best Of 07, and the Dreamstream festival, is there anything you think we could do better?

Becky: Not a single thing. I don’t want to get all mushy, but you guys are doing a brilliant job at organising people who’d otherwise never organise themselves. Every time there’s a new scheme it’s lovely and perfect. And as for ‘veteran’, that makes me laugh as I remember myself a year ago, buzzing in excitement and telling all my friends that there’s this group of musicians releasing a compilation with me on it, and waiting all day for the slow computer to download it. I thought I was so awesome. (!) I think that’s the best part of daydream…just how accepting and nice everyone is. None of that elitist snobby bs.

DG: With just a guitar and voice on your songs, lyrics are obviously really important – what are your songs about? Recurring themes? What is the process like for you writing a song from nothing?

Becky: This is the embarrassing part. It kind of stems from another part of my writing. Ok, I was writing poetry long before I was writing lyrics. And my poems (or teenage angst rants) always came from emotions about whatever I was feeling. I learnt to write about other things, obviously, but I still find it the easiest source of words. So when I write lyrics, it’s always about something I’m feeling strongly about. In the past that’s been relationships (ugh) but there’s only so many songs you can write about people and I’m finding my way back to better topics. I guess the recurring theme is ME. God, I love myself, don’t I. When I’m writing a song it pretty much goes in the order above; I write a poem, or random words, I try and put them in some sort of order. Then I fiddle around on the guitar or accordion, and when I find a riff that fits, I try and sing a melody. When/while I’m doing the melody, I’ll try and sing the words in, and change them around depending on how they fit. That’s how it comes together, pretty much.

DG: Anywhere those crazy internet stalkers can get hold of your poems, or is it just secret notebook > trunk in a cupboard style stuff? Favourite writers and/or poets?

Becky: Yeah, secret notebook it is, or rather hidden file on my laptop. And they definitely aren’t worth sharing around. I put some of my lyrics on myspace though. To make it more accessible, I guess. I could go on for hours about favourite writers but it wouldn’t be very fun to read. I doubt anyone’s still reading by this far down the page anyway. I only read things by Scottish writers. Iain Banks and Irvine Welsh. Ewan McGregor counts because he did Long Way Round.

DG: What kind of music do you listen to, and who would you say have been your biggest musical influences?

Becky: Oh dear. You know everyone says, “Oh, everything.” to make themselves sound less narrow minded. It’s weird, because when I think of what I listen to, most of it sounds nothing like what I make. I like loud music with distorted guitars and fast drums, and I like electronic beepy music with strange ticks and scratches, and I like happy chilled reggae ska summer music, and I like country music if it’s Bright Eyes. I really like Beck, and Elbow. Those are the ones that I really look up to, you know? Not just listen to for fun, but really admire, like I’d never even get close to being as genius as they are. And not just because his name is nearly my name. Oh, and Radiohead of course. But in terms of my own music, I’m not sure. I think I try and sound like a cross between Kimya Dawson and Joanna Newsom. But by far less cool than either of them. Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs is a big influence, too. The one thing all of it has in common is lyrics, no matter what music it is, I like honest lyrics. And I like people with interesting voices rather than overproduced ones. But I suppose that is a given in our strange little daydream world.

DG: What are your plans for the future? Can we expect to hear a Becky N album anytime soon?

Becky: The short answer is probably not. But I change my mind about every five minutes about the future, so perhaps. I would really love to do an album, but I haven’t got the facilities to record anything properly yet so that part will have to wait. I’m sure everyone’s noticed the crap quality and low volume. I’m not sure why that keeps happening, but I can’t fix it. I’m making excuses. If I can get my head around making an album, I might try it.

DG: Ok, so its true your music is “lo-fi”… however (and this is a big however) in my (and others) opinion the songs shine through. Excuse my language, but fuck the audio fascists. In an ideal world, yes the songs are so good that they deserve a bit of technical polishing, but they’d still be as valid and meaningful as they are in an album format. I mean as much as I love a brilliantly produced album, I also love stuff from the other end of the spectrum, directly off the kitchen floor as it can feel much more honest and direct and human. Erm, that was more of a statement than a question haha. I was going to just write “Discuss” after it – but how about putting it this way: would you be interested if there was anyone out there who was up for producing a Becky N album?

Becky: Haha. Calm it down yo, the audio fascists will hear. Um…yes, I suppose I would. If I had someone pushing me I would probably work a lot better. As it is I just kind of write stuff and then forget about it. I agree that low-fi and scratchy is the way to go, but you know, there’s still a certain standard… I’d really love a pancake right now. Not relevant but not much is at four am. I take this as my cue to sign off. Big love and peace to all. x

So there you have it. Would-be-producers – offers on a postcard to “Becky N” Australia, via Holland, Spain, Russia, Devon & the USofA.

You can hear Becky’s songs at http://www.myspace.com/beckynnnn