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05.18.09THE LOADED WHISPERS – Artists Use Lies To Tell The TruthTHE LOADED WHISPERS Artists Use Lies To Tell The Truth DOWNLOAD IT FOR FREE TODAY download it at Quixodelic Records Every once in a while a record lands in your life and blows you away. This is one of those records - an intelligent and heartfelt collection of folk-psychedelics, with songs that will linger in your mind like ghosts long after they have played. Dublin's THE LOADED WHISPERS are probably as great as lo-fi musicians get, combining the brilliant poetry of Jeremiah James and the unmistakeable mind-blowing voice of Syd Lane, over fuzzy stripped-back psych guitar and dancing piano keys. "Artists Use Lies To ...
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05.15.09Interview: SIMON PILERThe interview of interviews? Quite possibly. Either way, this is one long and mightily interesting reads, so strap yourselves in, get comfy and dig on it. 1 How did you get into making music? I think I was singing little songs from a very early age, and I'm sure that my father would sing his (unaccompanied) songs to me as well, when I was very young. My first song didn't really have a name, and was only one line long, repeated over and over - Òwe gotta do one thing, we gotta put the lights on the Christmas tree.Ó I was probably ...
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04.21.09UFC1UFC1 Out Today Ever wondered where to start with the 19 records we've released/co-released or re-released through our very own QUIXODELIC RECORDS? Well wonder no more. For those of you new to this musical curiosity shop of free downloads, then why not try on The Utica Flower Company's first ever sampler (imaginatively titled "UFC1")? A single track lifted from each of the records, songs I've been listening to far too many times since the first ever Quixodelic Record (Warchalking's "Stratum") burst from The Void in March 2008. Dig on the psychedelic sounds of bands like ROLLERCOASTER, THE ORANGE DROP, UBERFUZZ, CODY HIGH SCHOOL, ...
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04.17.09Review: SUCKS TO LALA LAND “Well Under Thirty”The Psychedelic Gods said "Let there be sound", and there was sound. Triptacular, primal, headmelting, sonic melodies that brought them to their knees beneath the holy strobe of kaleidoscopic colour. And The Psychedelic Gods heard it was good - so very fucking fine - but after several triptacular, primal, headmelted, sonic hours of said melodies, they could no longer hear themselves dream and commanded the sound to stop. And stop it did. But then, as they closed their drug-heavy eyelids weighed down with cosmic visions, they heard something within the thick folds of silence, just a guitar and a voice entwined in ...