Our Daily Bread 425: White Ring ‘Show Me Heaven’
February 18, 2021
ALBUM REVIEW/DOMINIC VALVONA

White Ring ‘Show Me Heaven’
(Rocket Girl) 19th February 2021
As tags go the one that was first attached to White Ring, over a decade ago, is quite near the mark. Though dreamt up when Myspace was still a thing, Witch House does prove a good fit for this paranormal electronica coven. Though rather more apt would be Witch Techno, or, Witch Industrial. The most important thing however is that White Ring have more than grown out of that lazy pigeonhole since.
With a checkered history behind them, they complete a ring cycle (if you will) of consoled grief and acceptance with only their second album proper, Show Me Heaven, which now completes the Black Earth That Made Me and Gate Grief arc of such thematic records.
Unfortunately minds have been fatefully concentrated with the loss of founder member and siren from beyond the ether Kendra Malia. Malia tragically passed away in 2019, just as her long-term foil Bryan Kurkimilis was writing material for what would be this seething, vaporous mire of healing and cosmic Gothic brooding. Back down to a duo, with Kurkimilis providing the often expanding but also skulking backdrop to the wisped, translucent and ethereal treated voice of Adina Viarengo, who joined the fold back in 2017, the pared-down White Ring dedicate this heavenly entitled endeavor to Malia and her documented struggles.
Finding as much light as they do despondency and supernatural incandescence in coming to terms with such a big loss, the duo wither between gauzy veiled escapism and twitched tubular synth produced Gothic post-punk, dark pop and electro on an ambitious grieving process.
Kurkimilis has himself said that this intensified knock at heaven’s gate is “about the consequences of darkness”. A theme they get across by immersing themselves in a rippled glassy and chilled suffusion of synthesized music. They never quite wallow in it but search for some glimmer of radiance. And on that score, nothing’s more light bringing than the recent single and album opener, the universal chimed ‘Light Hours Linger’. And what a statement to start with: a weary but lulled dream pop haunting that expands into a sizzled static cosmos of diaphanous plaint. Featuring alongside that lead single is the agitated voiced and synthesized bell-tolled, more menacing, ‘I Need A Way’; a creep into NIN’s industrial sonic mausoleum.
Elsewhere there’s much in the way of vapoured 80s influences – whether intentional or not –, with tracks such as ‘Calm Down’ sounding like a supernatural romance, as envisioned by Moroder and Carpenter: a soundtrack world in which The Lost Boys meets Pretty In Pink on the dancefloor. Those dreamy 80s moments also recall the Chromatics, albeit a version of the hushed synth popsters holding hands at an séance.
It would seem disingenuous at this point to bemoan the album’s length; rather see it as an ambitious attempt to mine that grief cosmology, giving the fans their money’s worth – which they do in both intense and expansive spades.
Drawn towards the light, opening up their souls, White Ring bewitch once more with a both crushing but also translucent phantasm of industrial-strength emotional release. Heavy yet also just as alluring and diaphanous, Kurkimilis and Viarengo continue to conjure sonic spells whilst navigating the pain.
Hi, my name is Dominic Valvona and I’m the Founder of the music/culture blog monolithcocktail.com For the last ten years I’ve featured and supported music, musicians and labels we love across genres from around the world that we think you’ll want to know about. No content on the site is paid for or sponsored and we only feature artists we have genuine respect for /love. If you enjoy our reviews (and we often write long, thoughtful ones), found a new artist you admire or if we have featured you or artists you represent and would like to buy us a coffee at https://ko-fi.com/monolithcocktail to say cheers for spreading the word, then that would be much appreciated.

The cult leader of the infamous lo fi gods, The Bordellos, Brian ‘Bordello’ Shea has released countless recordings over the decades with his family band of hapless unfortunates, and is the owner of a most self-deprecating sound-off style blog. His most recent releases include The Bordellos beautifully despondent pains-of-the-heart and mockery of clique “hipsters” ode to Liverpool, the diatribe ‘Boris Johnson Massacre’ and just in the last couple of months, both The King Of No-Fi album, and a collaborative derangement with the Texas miscreant Occult Character, Heart To Heart. He has also released, under the Idiot Blur Fanboy moniker, a stripped down classic album of resignation and Gallagher brothers’ polemics.
Each week we send a mountain of new releases to the self-depreciating maverick to see what sticks. In his own idiosyncratic style and turn-of-phrase, pontificating aloud and reviewing with scrutiny an eclectic deluge of releases, here Brian’s latest batch of recommendations.
The Singles/Videos/Tracks Section:
Ålesund ‘Lightning’
26th February 2021
This is quite a bewitching little commercial pop ditty, one I enjoyed listening to, which is the point to music I suppose: to enjoy it, I think. Ålesund might make a interesting pop star as she looks a bit out-of-her-tree, away with the Fairies, but also looks like she has a depth to her, which is only a good thing: anyone who has the away with the fairies’ factor and depth is to me one big plus point. When commercial pop is now at a point of becoming irrelevant to life, we need new young pop starlets to pop up and make pop life interesting again.
Hooveriii ‘Control’
Out Right Now

I like this, it reminds me of the first Dandy Warhols album and it has a rather fetching organ/keyboard riff that the Stranglers would be overjoyed to have grace one of their fine songs. All in all a fine catchy single and the first track taken from their forthcoming debut album, an album I will have to make a mental note to check out when released, as this is indeed a rather nifty single.
The Albums/EPs Section:
Spam Javelin ‘Three Chords Of The Apocalypse’
(Self-Released) 29th January 2021

Spam Javelin, the near legendary north wales punk trio, are back with tales of modern day living on the Three Chords of the Apocalypse album; an album full of humour, disgust, and alienation, and what more can you ask from punk rock. It has everything one could want, and the everything one can want comes wrapped in such wonderfully rock n roll guitar and bass riffs you really could not ask for more. ‘Cogged Off’ is almost Fall like (my fave track on the album I may add) and the riff on ‘Super Twat’ is worthy of The Cramps, and that is what pushes Spam Javelin up to the upper echelons of punk rockery, their wonderful mastery of the punk rock riff.
This is an album to play loud and annoy your neighbours with, unless of course your neighbours enjoy a bit of punk rock and in that case an album to bring your community together, and what more could you ask for.
Cherry Fez ‘…and other stories’
(Self-Released) 30th January 2021

Cherry Fez have given us an album of lovingly written and performed jangly guitar pop songs that at times reminds me of a poppy Felt. They have soaked in the spirit of C86 and mid 60s beat bands. They even do a pretty good cover of ‘A Hard Day’s Night’, all beautiful melodies and open guitar chords. Often, this album drifts into Baroque territory, especially on the lovely ballad ‘Mary Pays’.
… and other stories is an album that many will enjoy, as well written guitar songs never go out of fashion and this album is far superior to many I get to hear. Available to download on a pay what you want basis or even for free so all you readers out there who need a bit of jangle in your life as those hip cats say: “Check it out”.
BOYA ‘Momentary Moments’
(Metal Postcard Records) 7th February 2021

An atmospheric journey into the netherworld of somebody you do not know, muffled voices join in a floating aural mist of softly plucked guitar strings and echoes of places from your past, vinyl records crackle and poetry cling together in a quiet slow dance of sadness and hope. Yes, this mini album is an atmospheric delight of empathy. It’s like eavesdropping on a lost soul as he potters around his house alone, his daily life filled with stained shadows of the past and the cracked hope of the future; an album that any lovers of the excellent strange music Wormhole World records release would lap up for breakfast, dinner and tea. A truly beautiful release.
Seth Martin & The Dish Boys ‘The Golden Book Of Favourite Songs’
(Self-Released) 26th February 2021

I don’t really get to write about alt country much, which is a shame as I’m a lover of country music. So listening to this makes a welcome change. The Golden Book Of Favourite Songs is a 30 track (yes 30!) tracks retrospective of the so far seven albums Seth Martin & The Dish Boys have released, and this I find is more country-tinged alternative rather than pure country, and has a Rocky Ericson feel about it or the Meat Puppets or even Mudhoney or even Demented Are Go, so not even country at Tom T hall. So let’s call it a slightly country tinged grunge punk delight.
Yes it may not be what I was expecting but it is very welcome and is a great point to discover the wonderfully strange world of the Dish Boys. It is a world where country, punk and psych collide to form an aural sculpture of obscene delight; a Mars bar touched by the inner thigh of a young Marianne Faithful; the last swill of whiskey to swirl on the lips of Hank Williams; an album that engulfs the hidden treasure of rock n roll past to celebrate the present in all its unhealthy glory. “Howie Gelb Said” is a country psych delight that rocks like a mother fucker who likes to rock and “Heartworn Highways ” is a song touching in the same way a Towns Van Zandt songs touches you, and TVZ is even name checked in the lyrics.
This 30-track mammoth of a release is well recommended to country and rock music fans alike, and as I’ve said, an ideal way to discover this fine band.
Air Hunger ‘F-I-X-E-R’
(Shore Dive Records) 26th February 2021

Anybody who knows me knows I have a thing for lo-fi music, so when this arrived in my inbox and I read it was recorded on an iPhone there was no possibility that I wouldn’t give it a fair hearing. And how glad I did, as it is a beautiful album. An album with much going on. An album full of texture and softness.
Whispered vocals softly strummed acoustic and electric guitars and layers of atmospheres, an aural flotation tank of pureness. At times reminding me of The Red House Painters, at other times reminding me just how beautiful life and music can be. This is an album to lie back relax and enjoy. I’m glad that somebody has done something worthwhile with an iPhone [as once again anybody who knows me knows of my hate of the mobile/smart/iPhone or phones in general in fact], so well done Air Hunger. This album is available as a very ltd cd and at the time of writing there is only 4 copies left, so if I were you I would go and snap one up, you will not be sorry.
Monolith Cocktail Social #52
February 10, 2021
Playlist/Dominic Valvona

The inaugural Monolith Cocktail Social playlist of 2021, the blog’s eclectic/generational spanning version of our ideal radio show, includes the unusual mix of wonders, gems, missives and oddities from across time. With a couple of tracks in tribute to those we’ve recently lost too (including former down ‘n’ dirty Doll face glam puss Sylvain Sylvain and British progressive folk darlings the Trees siren Celia Humphris).
Tracks:..
Grazia ‘Soyle Beni’
Tiger B. Smith ‘Everything I Need’
Sylvain Sylvain ‘Trash’
The Spaceshits ‘Backstreet Boogie’
Paladin ‘Third World’
Prince Lasha, Sonny Simmons ‘Psalms Of Solomon’
Hareton Salvanini ‘Seios’
Cleveland Eaton ‘Chitown Theme’
Rotary Connection ‘The Weight’
Christy Essien ‘Take Life Easy’
King Tee ‘At Your Own Risk (Marley Marl Remix)’
Blade ‘Fade ‘Em Out’
Killa Instinct ‘The Bambi Murders’
Black Sheep ‘Yeaaahhh’
Marion Brown ’27 Cooper Square’
Night Beats ‘Don’t Be Afraid Of The Dark’
Tucker Zimmerman ‘Bird Lives’
Anne Briggs ‘Step Right Up’
Trees ‘Epitaph’
Sven Wunder ‘Toryanse’
Jody Grind ‘Plastic Shit’
Andrew Cyrille ‘Metamusican’s Stomp’
Colosseum ‘Take Me Back To Doomsday’
Electric Moon ‘Hotel Hell’
Rialto ‘Untouchable’
Made In Sweden ‘Winter’s A Bummer’
Mythos ‘Terra Incognita’
Odd Nosdam ‘Wig 02’
Rancho Relaxo ‘Sugar For The Devil’
Annexus Quam ‘Osmose I’
African Head Charge ‘Crocodile Shoes’
MRR-ADM ‘11even’
The Auteurs Vs µ-Ziq ‘Chinese Bakery’
Colin Newman ‘I’ve Waited Ages’ Martin Dupont ‘I Love The Lovers’
Ron Geesin ‘Parallel Bar’
Krohme ‘Goon Opera’
Azanyah ‘Let God Come First’
Yumi Arai ‘曇り空’
Dino Valente ‘Tomorrow’
Hi, my name is Dominic Valvona and I’m the Founder of the music/culture blog monolithcocktail.com For the last ten years I’ve featured and supported music, musicians and labels we love across genres from around the world that we think you’ll want to know about. No content on the site is paid for or sponsored and we only feature artists we have genuine respect for /love. If you enjoy our reviews (and we often write long, thoughtful ones), found a new artist you admire or if we have featured you or artists you represent and would like to buy us a coffee at https://ko-fi.com/monolithcocktail to say cheers for spreading the word, then that would be much appreciated.
Our Daily Bread 423: Mazeppa ‘S/T’
February 8, 2021
Album Review/Dominic Valvona

Mazeppa ‘S/T’
February 10th 2021
Formed four years ago in the atavistic gateway city of Haifa in Israel, with all its connotations and history, the Mazeppa quartet channel both Middle Eastern mysticism and the intense lyrical verses and prose of the Bohemia-Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke on their ambitious debut album. Led by the incredible diaphanous siren voice of Michal Pérez Noy, who both invokes a Kabbalah Patti Smith and Siouxsie Sioux, the band follow up on a string of Mazzy Star meets Byzantium incense burning psychedelic and shoegaze enriched singles (both of which, the rallying, enticing hypnotic esoteric ‘The Way In’, and paisley underground ‘Roses’ are included on this album) with an expansive soundtrack of cosmic grandeur.
Enraptured by the highly influential poetics of the widely travelled and sagacious Rilke, Michal and her musical partners Amir Noy (on drums), Elad Bardes (bass) and Asaf Koren (guitar) originally put the band together to incorporate his searching prose into song; prose that is often itself stirred by the many forms of European Christianity (from Lutheran to Orthodox) and by the vistas of his eventual home in Switzerland.
That source material now sits alongside the burgeoning lyrics of Michal and her band mates on an album of various atmospheric mini-opuses and shorter post-punk, C86, psychedelic, alt-country anthems. I say alt-country, but I mean something wholly in keeping with the band’s roots and home; a tremolo like sweeping evocation of the desert frontiers, with images conjured-up of wandering band members seeking spiritual answers, like Biblical characters under the stars in a mountainous, sandy and arid wilderness.
They keep up a richly, deep and entrancing spell throughout, with nothing labored or strained musically or vocally. In fact even in the crescendos, the moments of crashing dissonance, and even when Michal rouses a fighting shout, the playing is always melodious and controlled.
A magik and romantic wanton gravitas of the spiritual, dreamy and the Gothic, permeates this work of considered poise and wispy drifting. It’s a sound that weaves in and out of washes of the Black Angels, Siouxsie’s Banshees, The Velvet Underground, the Besnard Lakes and the more symphonic examples of 90s Britpop. As heavenly as it is steeped in eastern mysticism, Mazeppa’s debut expands the Israeli band’s scope and ambitions: which I say they’ve more than matched. A passionate, thoughtful but powerful esoteric and more earthly-bound songbook, Mazeppa is already among my highlights in 2021.
Suggested Reading:
Mazeppa ‘Roses’
Mazeppa ‘The Way In’
Hi, my name is Dominic Valvona and I’m the Founder of the music/culture blog monolithcocktail.com For the last ten years I’ve featured and supported music, musicians and labels we love across genres from around the world that we think you’ll want to know about. No content on the site is paid for or sponsored and we only feature artists we have genuine respect for /love. If you enjoy our reviews (and we often write long, thoughtful ones), found a new artist you admire or if we have featured you or artists you represent and would like to buy us a coffee at https://ko-fi.com/monolithcocktail to say cheers for spreading the word, then that would be much appreciated.
Our Daily Bread 422: Wedding Present, Dolph Chaney, Fat Francis, The Crushing Violets…
February 4, 2021
Reviews Galore/Brian ‘Bordello’ Shea

The cult leader of the infamous lo fi gods, The Bordellos, Brian ‘Bordello’ Shea has released countless recordings over the decades with his family band of hapless unfortunates, and is the owner of a most self-deprecating sound-off style blog. His most recent releases include The Bordellos beautifully despondent pains-of-the-heart and mockery of clique “hipsters” ode to Liverpool, the diatribe ‘Boris Johnson Massacre’ and just in the last couple of months, both The King Of No-Fi album, and a collaborative derangement with the Texas miscreant Occult Character, Heart To Heart. He has also released, under the Idiot Blur Fanboy moniker, a stripped down classic album of resignation and Gallagher brothers’ polemics.
Each week we send a mountain of new releases to the self-depreciating maverick to see what sticks. In his own idiosyncratic style and turn-of-phrase, pontificating aloud and reviewing with scrutiny an eclectic deluge of releases, here Brian’s latest batch of recommendations.
The Singles/Tracks/Videos Section
Kipper Gillespie ‘No Sunshine’
(Big Richards Records) 12th February 2021
‘No Sunshine’, well actually this is a sunny delight, a rip-roaring voyage back to the days of the 4th Velvet Underground album Loaded: and this is loaded with wide-eyed loose-limbed slack jawed pleasure. It’s like Jade Fair after having too much fizzy pop and made to jump up and down in a sexy way. It’s a nostalgic romp to the golden age of alternative radio. Yes this is very good indeed. I think Kipper Gillespie is one to watch. All together now, were all having a good time together…
The Albums/EPs Section
Wedding Present ‘Locked Down And Stripped Back’
(Scopitones) February 26th 2021
What we have here is the Wedding Present beating off the boredom and frustrations of lockdown by revisiting tracks from the back catalogue and recording them in a stripped back way; recorded live via the magic of Zoom or whatever bewitchery the modern life throws at us. These live performances can be seen on the Wedding Present YouTube channel by the way, and these newly recorded versions are actually all very good indeed, offering a lightness to the darkness of the original versions and pushing to the fore David Gedge‘s knack of writing beautiful melodies and lyrical tales of relationships’ ups and downs like a one man middle aged Shangri-La’s, and I’m sure Shadow Morton would have been pleased to offer his girls any of these gems: the thought of the Shangri-Las doing a version of ‘My Favourite Dress’ is making my head spin – can you imagine Mary Weiss half singing half talking the line “Jealousy is an essential part of love”, how heavenly would that be!
This album would in fact make an ideal starting point for someone wanting to discover the magic of the Wedding Present; a gentle entry into their world of loves’ rights and wrongs, an entry into the pinpoint lyrical outpourings of heartache of indie rocks silver fox. A fine album.
Fat Francis ‘Breakfasts For Losers’
January 22nd 2021

Fat Francis is a shit name. If I was him I’d change it, as it does the chap no favours. You expect jokey punk rock, the ‘I’ve been reading Viz type character type of music’, but what we get instead is a marvelous album of very well written and performed DIY slacker folk tinged indie lo fi-ness, with melodies and lyrical treats galore. At times reminding me of Skip Spence’s OAR album, other times a slightly with-it Pete Perritt without his Only Ones, or, Big Stars’ Sister Lovers, or on ‘Blankets’, a young Marc Bolan. This is really quite wonderful stuff indeed. And one of my fave things I’ve heard this year. I know it is only January, but I have heard a lot of music already and it makes it worthwhile when you come across something as good as this. Very recommended.
The Legless Crabs ‘Onions’
(Metal Postcard Records) 1st February 2021

This is the Legless Crabs third album in less than 12 months but their first this year, and what an album it is. Pure undiluted rock n roll: nothing more, nothing less. If only the Mary Chain was still as good as this.
As I mentioned when reviewing their last album I declared that The Legless Crabs were the best rock n roll band in America and this album just nails the point: distorted guitars, distorted vocals and songs that scream protest at the way the modern world is spinning out of control. Onions is so perfectly named as it’s an album of many layers and the more you peel the more you want to cry at just how special the Crabs are. They take their love of rock n roll and the hatred of current American life and mould into an album of rock n roll humour disgust and delight.
Orphelia Bruuce ‘Psychodelia Volume 1’
(Carmelite Records) 10th January 2021

If blissful psychedelia is your thing then you could do worse than checking out this marvelous album of sun dizzying heights by Orphelia Bruuce; an album that will convince you that we’re not stuck in the middle of a pandemic but in fact on a magical ride of adventure sun and love. Throbbing bass lines, backwards guitars, whispered vocals and psychedelic chants take you back to the time when Nirvana were chasing rainbows; when the Hole in Your Shoe was indeed letting in water. For Psychodelia Vol 1 is an album that, if not knowing better, I’d have thought was one of those lost classic psychedelic albums from the late 60s; the sort that Cherry Red and Sundazed Records like to release at annoying regularity. Yes, Orphelia Bruuce have indeed mastered this psychedelic lark and do it so much better than most bands past and present, and as I write you can download the complete Carmelite Records back catalogue for a bargain £4.50 that is 90% off I think Christmas 2021 has come early.
Last Victorian Death Squad ‘LVDS’
(Shore Dive Records)

This is how major label alt rock used to sound like in the 80s, big and shiny and gleaming with razor sharp melodies normally sang by lead vocalists with razor sharp jaw lines and loud and chiming guitars, and it always had an air of beautiful big stadium escapism about it. This fine EP brings it all flooding back. Last Victorian Death Squad have the strange sound of early My Bloody Valentine with the commercial edge of Simple Minds before they decided they were Irish and the one hit wonderism’s of Then Jericho: but we will not hold that against them. An enjoyable EP and a band we could be hearing more from I predict.
Dolph Chaney ‘This Is Dolph Chaney’
(Big Stir Records) 20th February 2021

This is Dolph Chaney, the sound of power pop (yes that again). I have been hearing quite a lot power pop lately; I think the appeal of the chime and the crunch of guitars maybe on the rise once again. Maybe the old art of song writing is again popping (or power-popping) its head from the undergrowth, and that can only be a good thing when the songs are as enjoyable as they are on this album.
I can hear an early 90’s alt rock influence waft through these tracks, especially on ‘Now I Am A Man’, which had me wondering where I put my copy of Sugars Copper Blue album, as well as the usual 60s/70s influences, which believe me is not a bad thing: If you are going to be influenced by pop music there are no better decades. But Dolph has much more to offer than rehashes of decades past; he takes his influences and weaves songs of great beauty. ‘Sideless World’ is a lump in the throat, tear in the eye gem and ‘Pleasant Under Glass’ has all the fun charm of McCartney when he is being both fun and charming – it also happens also to be my fave track on the album.
Yes, This is Dolph Chaney is another pop diamond of an album to add to the crown that is Big Stir Records.
Luke Russell ‘Upbeat Downbeat’
(Half A Cow Records) 5th February 2021
Another release from the excellent Sydney based Half A Cow Records label and another album filled with fine melodies and lyrical wit. This being a compilation of the best tracks from Luke Russell‘s previous five albums, it’s an album of songs that jangle and chime with the best of them. C86 lovers will love this, and at times it reminded me of the Brilliant Corners (remember them?), but also at times it has a goodtime folk influence (‘Up Beat Down Beat’), or a country soul feel (‘I’m Giving You One More Chance Boy’, ‘New Dress New Lover’ and especially ‘I’m Never At My Best’, which is a beautiful ballad, a song worthy to have dripped from the pen of the mighty Elvis Costello). These are all well written songs and any fans of well written mature guitar pop could do worse than check out Luke Russell and his tales of love found and love lost.
The Crushing Violets ‘A Dream Without Color’ January 8th 2021

This is a very warm sounding album. It must be said, a very well produced one, which I feel very appealing, and looking at the album credits I notice it was mastered at Abbey Road which makes complete sense as The Crushing Violets worship at the altar of late sixties psychedelic tinged rock, and so I’m sure would have jumped at the chance to tread in the footsteps of the fab four.
They have managed to capture some of the naive spirit of the late 60s, successfully bringing the warmth and yearning of peace and free love to these Covid-19 ridden times. This seven-track album is one I’m sure lots of the retro brigade will no doubt find a very rewarding listen, and will be cursing that it is not available on vinyl. But it is an album I would certainly recommend to all those wishing for a time machine journey to breath in the aura of 1967; it even has a cover of ‘A Groovy Kind Of Love’ on it: what more can one want, free love beads and a Kaftan.
Ocelot ‘Unelmoi’
(Soliti Music/Playground Music Oy) 12th February 2021
Ocelot are from Finland and have a very interesting way about them: now, what a way to start a review! No they are and they have a lovely warm coolness about them. They sway and groove like polite motherfuckers, the kind to have a sly lick of your lolly when you are not looking, but feel guilty about it afterwards. For they are cheeky more than dangerous and that comes out in their music: polite experimental pop songs with more going on in them than your normal run of the mill indie waxing.
They have a late night lying on your bed feeling the summer breeze gently caressing your radio dial type of vibe about them. They have this pop malarkey well sussed no doubt about it; soulful melodious and beautiful.
Tickling Our Fancy 097: Altin Gün, Simon McCorry, Lion’s Drums, Meril Wubslin, Chuck Johnson…
February 2, 2021
A magnificent seven of reviews. Dominic Valvona provides the words.

Altin Gün ‘Yol’
(Glitterbeat Records) 26th February 2021

Currently very much the vogue – although the Finders Keepers team and many crate diggers were already on this wave decades ago -, both the old and present Turkish/Anatolian music scenes are enjoying a moment of exposure. Glitterbeat Records, the fine provider of Altin Gün’s third album in only three years, have already had success with the burgeoning psychedelic-Turkish siren Gaye Su Akyol and released a collection from the legendary Istanbul doyens of acid-saz and dub, Baba Zulu. And though the Gün (a Dutch band with Turkish genealogy) are based in Amsterdam, and making music like most people over the Internet due to coronavirus lockdown, they’ve chosen to once more celebrate and transform the music of their roots, having a lot of fun in the process by the sounds of it.
Their last album, Gece, which we featured in 2019, paid a respectful homage to a bubbly zappy vision of Turkish and Anatolian music from the 70s and 80s: a Eurovision, knowing transmogrification if you like that transported the listener to a halcyon Sublime Porte and the joys of carte-digging for vinyl in a fantastical imaginary bazar. Yol is a continuation in part of this “golden days” reinvention and vaguely gestured throwback style of appropriating discoed-up traditional, cult and kitsch originals. In practice this amounts to exotic lulled siren emerging from the vaporous wisps of the dry-ice machine at the Istanbul discothèque (on the opening introduction ‘Bahçada Yeşil Çinar’), and the combination of Drive meets Stranger Things visions of Arabia cassette culture drifting in yearned romanticisms (‘Ordunun Dereleri’). That’s just the first two tracks mind. There’s also a reimagined burst of Stevie Wonder clavinet boogie, on the Turkish starry synth-pop ‘Kara Toprak’, and a lush canopy of wild life on the Persian menagerie disco bobbing ‘Kesik Çayir’.
Almost beholden to the 1980s, or a version of it that has already been remodeled in both the 90s and 2000s, the band put synonymous instruments and sounds from that period to good use throughout with the Omnichord sharing space with synthesized congas, handclaps and lasers. Yol is nothing short of a halcyon revitalization of cult, psychedelic and soulful Turkish music made famous or associated with such icons as Ali Ekber Çiçek, Alpay and Bedia Akaitürk. Yet another (the third in a row) successful songbook of reinterpretations from the band, Yol works well as a magical synth-pop mirage of dance music from the region.
Lion’s Drums ‘Kagabas’
(Lion’s Drums) 12th February 2021

Song as necessity in a culture without the written word, the Kagabas people of the remote isolated reaches of Colombia’s Sierra Nevada use singing to record their history; to offer auguries; and to give thanks, tribune, to nature and the “great mother” Aluna who sustains their existence.
Relatively cut-off from the outside world (for good reasons) and so attracting a mysterious aura and curiosity, these descendants of far more atavistic and highly advanced forbearers, the Tairona, originally escaped the lowlands from the encroachment of invaders for the higher, more guarded grounds of Santa Maria. With veneration for their environment, the Kagabas see themselves as “guardians of Earth”; a belief that extends to warning the rest of the planet about its heinous disregard and treatment of Earth. As “elder brother” to the “young brother” of modern society, they proffer a more harmonious relationship to nature in the face of the legalized and illegal logging and deforestation that threatens their home.
So grave and important is the Kagabas sagacious message they invited the BBC to broadcast this environmental wisdom. The From The Heart Of The World documentary struck a chord at the time, and charities such as Nativa, set up by Franz Florez, have at least amplified that message whilst delivering practical solutions: such as replanting trees and buying back land in the region to medicate the destruction. It was through a podcast on Radio France International (RFI) highlighting the effects of climate change on the Kagabas that this project’s instigator, the producer and DJ Lion’s Drums (alias of one Harold Boué), first heard of the remote people and their plight. Sparking an interest, curiosity, Boué made contact with the Nativa charity, proposing what would eventually be this album of subtle and composed electronic augmented treatments of Kagabas song, voices, narration and spontaneity.

The Marseilles-based artist was welcomed into the community; spending a week exploring the mountainous jungle terrain with one of the village’s spiritual guides, known as the Mama (which means “sun”), and his fifteen-year-old son. With digital recording device at hand, Boué was ready to capture unguarded and animated breakouts of song, storytelling; most of which is sung directly to the nourishing forces of the wilds and land.
Markers, happenstance and the interactions of this experience have been passed through a congruous production of filters, synthesized instruments and atmospherics; largely kept minimal, entrancing and vaporous so as not to ruin that source vocal material. Later on, those previous downplayed, accentuated and often-wispy electronics become more prominent; the album’s homage to just one of the Kagabas’ animal neighbours (and food supply) the ‘Deer’, lets a dance groove of late 80s Carl Craig kinetics and acid-techno squelches, burbles and beats bounce around a pattered intonation of tribal voices. Elsewhere it’s only the suggestion and trace of those electronics that you hear. For example, a certain hallowed dreaminess builds around the album’s opening airy ‘Alouatta (Hembra)’, as chest-like patted bass thumps trills of wildlife and rattled percussion breathe attentively around a melodious calling. It’s a New Age kind of minimalist techno that undulates the materialized voices and tributary source of ‘Water’, whilst ‘Music From Memories’ counterpoints subtle cosmic organ phrases and rays with reverberated and faded recordings of various talking, narration.
An exotic divination, the Kagabas album seamlessly connects modernity with a universal paean and the ache from traditions of an age-old community. Neither an exercise in library ethnography nor an electronic album, Boué and his hosts create an often-otherworldly sonic and rhythmic navigation through a dense, lush environment at the world’s edge. The message however is a precarious one in which climatic change and the creeping invasion of industrialism infringes upon the survival of these indigenous communities. Hopefully projects like this can highlight the cause and stop the rot, whilst lighting the way for more inventive and progressive creative ventures, soundtracks. All proceeds from the album will go to the Nativa charity.
Meril Wubslin ‘Alors Quoi’
(Bongo Joe Records) 4th February 2021

Exploring a stripped-back, almost acoustic sound for their third album together (the first for Bongo Joe), the decade-old Meril Wubslin trio invoke a Swiss Velvet Underground, Goat and These New Puritans as they take their mummers procession of characters, enchantments and mysticisms out on the Alpine trail.
Low key and intimate this pseudonym of creative partners (Christian Garcia-Gauches, Valérie Niederoest and Jérémie Conne) waft, march and drive what sounds like a flock of goats or sheep through an acid wash of Medieval folk and courtly music. Always hypnotic throughout the pastoral, rustic Alors Quoi album, the Swiss trio seems to have walked straight off the parchment as they build up minor melodramas and romantic yearns, and conjure visions of both Lutheran and esoteric atmospherics.
They do this with a host of female choral voices, spindled, arcane sounding instruments, the barest of lashed, chopping wood action percussion and faded drums, cowbells and what sounds like a harmonium (even mellotron perhaps?).
A mix of both French dialect deepened, hushed baritone and higher, sometimes Chanson style wandering diaphanous voices hover or pierce the woven soundtrack of fairy tales, ancient dioramas and more Whicker Man supernatural folk.
You can’t mistake, nor misplace its contemporary feel however. And despite my reference points, Alors Quoi is thoroughly a modern conception: out of its time yet knowingly so. It’s also a marked change in direction, an exploration for the trio, which you can consider highly successful.
KYSE ‘Ayuno’
(Artetetra) 8th January 2021

Ludicrous in its ennui and condensity fashioned transmogrified sampling methodology, the latest insane limited run release from those mavericks at the Artetetra platform is a manic experimental pop EP from the newly-formed KYSE duo of Javier Areal Vélez and Ignacio “YOTO” Sandoval. The Buenos Aries foils digest and then regurgitate previous recordings for the most cartoonish, manic and tripping of songs on the project’s debut.
Both stalwarts of the Argentine city’s experimental scene – between them serving in El Helicóptero, COSO, Caleto and El Espíritu Santo – the collaborative partnership channel a decade’s worth of hijinks and playfulness into a galloping dizzy fuckery of far-removed pop: imagine Dunkelziffer or Officer! mangled up by Coldcut. The formula is to destroy the source material, either by various speed-shifting effects, cutting or chopping; the pair then added layers of prepared guitar and keyboards, whilst someone shouted, screamed and, on the acid Gilbert & Sullivan cartoon ‘QQQ’, sang a weird sort of South American operatic aria. The lyrics evidently, theme wise, “narrate” heartbreaking stories about diverse food anxieties if you’ll believe that.
There’s toy piano meets La Monte Young on the punky-pop, tub drummed skipping ‘Acio’, and a strange vision of football chanting, national anthem, DEVO and K-Pop on the Bonde de Rolê gets sliced by the Swans ‘J8’.
Adding yet another meta-layer of reapplied sampling, and reworking two of the EPs already remixed, reshaped songs, Reptilian Expo and Vic Bang actually (almost) gain some traction and create a sort of rhythm and groove. Both lend a bity, tetchy techno overhaul to the ‘HO’ and ‘J8’ songs, with the Reptilian getting to amp up and mess around with the vocals to increasingly silly effect.
Ridiculous but great, the warped sampling minds of this Argentine duo produce some strange, maniacal accelerating experiments. Well worth a look.
Missed at the time (on our Christmas sabbatical weren’t we), Artetetra squeezed out a sort of label sampler in the dying embers of 2020. Way too many tracks and information to delve into here, but I’ve included a link below to the entitled Exotic Ésotérique Vol.3 compilation so you can have a dip yourselves down this rabbit hole of experimental music, trick noise makers and kooky oddities.
Chuck Johnson ‘The Cinder Grove’
(tak:til/Glitterbeat Records) 12th February 2021

A reification of the connotations and memories of lost spaces, either through the creeping effects of gentrification or the recent raging fires that devastated huge swathes of the Californian landscape, Chuck Johnson evokes from the embers an often sublime work of steel pedal guitar exploration. The follow-up to his highly acclaimed Balsams album, The Cinder Grove offers a subtle but stirring soundtrack to a number of recondite sites, and even fauna – a mirage-y and gently applied cry from the wilderness ‘The Laurel’ is both a metaphor for resilience and the California coast’s indigenous peoples use of this durable, life-giving under-bush that grows throughout the state’s woodlands. That spirit of resilience is a common theme throughout this suffusion of attentively placed reverberations; suggesting overcoming the erosion of affordable living and creative spaces with a diaphanous, evocative iteration and serialism of mood music. Beautiful, cathartic in places, and expansive some tracks even sound somehow spiritual and communal.
Giving context and background to each piece in the PR notes, the opening efflux, washing away motioned ‘Raz-De-Marée’ uses the same model organ (played by Chuck) that Terry Riley used on his ‘Shri Camel’ and ‘Persian Surgery Dervishes’ suites; here it sounds like Church music, almost venerable. In the same steel pedal back yard as Myles Cochran, Chuck’s almost evanescent lingers of guitar are counterpointed by more accentuate sonorous, almost piercing, notes that stay for the duration on a highly atmospheric piece; the equivalent of skimming memory pebbles across a tranquil water pool.
Chuck expands the sound palette to include the deep, bass-y but poised piano playing of Sarah Davachi on the starry, connective metaphor ‘Constellation’, and a trio of stirring string players on the already mentioned ‘The Laurel’ and the moving ‘Red Branch Bell’. Violinists Marielle V. Jakobson and Hilary Lewis (who also plays viola) and cellist Crystal Pasucci bring a semblance of the neo-classical and some contemplation to the mix with their slowly held bowed and elegant accompaniment. Amorphously rich with gestures of a removed, more abstract bluegrass and country music, as well as the ambient, minimalist and avant-garde and beyond, Chuck has once more created a sublime form of emotional contouring with his penchant for experimentation. The Cinder Grove album is meditative and deeply affecting, a most descriptive suite of expressive instrumentals that both soundtrack a lost world, environment of cinders yet also soundtracks our indomitable spirit in bearing it.
Simon McCorry ‘Nature Is Nature’
(See Blue Audio) 29th February 2021

The ever-prolific classically trained cellist, composer and producer Simon McCorry moves between various soundtracks, self-contained evocations and soundscapes with relative ease. With a particular flurry of activity following the release of his ambiguous sonic album Border Land in 2019, the Monolith Cocktail alone premièred two separate, distinct singles last year: ‘The Nothing That Is’ and ‘Pieces Of Mind’; the latter, as different as you can get to Simon’s strange Border Land minimalist reshaped environments and spaces, a captured acid-techno imbibed moment in the aftermath of an early 90s warehouse party.
It’s perhaps unsurprising for a musician who’s worked in every arena, from theatre to contemporary dance (even the circus!), that his back catalogue seems so varied and challenging in equal measures. Every gesture and experiment further enhances and develops an expanding scope, Simon’s latest release being no different in that progression. Once more on another platform (this time the facilitators being the Barcelona-based ambient label See Blue Audio) and finding sublimity, forewarning and mystery, Simon goes deep into the ambient and minimalist techno fields of sonic enquiry on the Nature Is Nature EP.
Like the chilled winds and throb of an unseen danger, pulsating through the ruins of Chernobyl, it begins with the almost paranormal, glowing ‘Background Thermal Radiation’; a sort of ambient stripped vision of Basic Channel’s output in the early to mid 90s crossed with bowed, waning, hinged, obscured filtered strings. There’s a hint of The Boards Of Canada on the title-track itself; an ambient-stroked, lulled traverse of awe-inspired gravity that features both serial percussive rhythmics and Simon’s applied cello contours.
The usurped Titan god of fire is muse on the filmic, grandly gestured otherworldly ‘Prometheus’. With waves if a more enervated Polygon Windows, Simon floats and skirts the azure in a cosmic chariot. ‘Entanglements’ heads out into the expanses of space, hovering amongst shooting stars, oscillating and passing satellites and incipient astral waves, before picking up momentum with a chuffing, quickening piano note rhythm that eventually breaks into a sort of Tresor, Sunfeel techno beat.
Balancing the neo-classical with the synthesized, nature with technology, Simon once more conjures up imaginative atmospheres, moods and a semblance of something not quite real but familiar: a reification of present interests, scenes and landscapes transformed into the most stirring examples of ambient and minimalist techno music. Whatever Simon’s motivation and vision, as a listening experience and thing of quality this latest EP is a success; another great soundtrack like suite from an artist always on the move.
Luke Brennan ‘The Rush To The Sky’
(Submarine Broadcasting Company)

Out on the perimeters, and a limb, the Submarine Broadcasting Company label can always be relied upon to unearth music you’d never previously known existed or even needed in your life. The label, with a penchant for limited cassette tape runs, is a constant surprise; dolling out an ever-changing roster of outsider experimental music to an unsuspecting audience. One of their most recent releases is the highly evocative couplet of ambient suites from the multi-instrumentalist and composer Luke Brennan. His migratory, changing of the seasons timepiece The Rush To The Sky is a most surprisingly transformative take on the ambient-drone genre that counterpoints a certain rustic pastoral mood with both reverent and more esoteric leanings.
Constructed between Brennan’s seaside hometown of Bray in Ireland and his relocated base of Hackney in East London, this slowly unfolding two-track album uses a palette of field recordings, violin, guitar, organ and a midi-synth to produce a suitable but also dreamy and ambiguous (at times) score. Inspired, mostly, by earlier recordings Brennan took of the larks that flew over his flat, our ambient version of nature’s son feeds the birds warble, flighty spirit into a continuously evolving meadow soundscape. ‘The Leap’ begins with Tony Conrad like strains and wanes of violin before moving into deeper bass-y toned passages and wiry, rusty guitar. There’s an especially beautiful, almost heavenly, section of ambient magic in the final third of the album’s first track that you can both take comfort from but that also marks the passing of time, and changes in the seasonal light play.
‘Sky Episode’ is equally full of those changes, opening with a sort of wind corridor effect of both natural and man-made sounds, (from bird song to a dissipating vortex train and the compressed hiss of doors opening on a bus) faded guitar and Foley sounds. A more neo-classical than holy organ lingers in this field of uncertainty, as the track looks skyward, pronouncing the presence of shadowy leviathans and the movement of clouds and the sun’s casting rays across the panorama. However, proceedings take a much more dissonant abrasive direction towards the avant-garde, before once more changing the mood and conjuring up a dreamy mirage trip towards the acid psychedelic (even Krautrock) later on.
This migratory lark trekking series of peregrinations is unassuming but a mini ambient opus of skill and synthesis. I’m left feeling impressed, my interest piqued, and I’ll be sounding out more of Brennan’s back catalogue on the strength of this mysterious and scene-scaling evocation. I suggest you do likewise.
Hi, my name is Dominic Valvona and I’m the Founder of the music/culture blog monolithcocktail.com For the last ten years I’ve featured and supported music, musicians and labels we love across genres from around the world that we think you’ll want to know about. No content on the site is paid for or sponsored and we only feature artists we have genuine respect for /love. If you enjoy our reviews (and we often write long, thoughtful ones), found a new artist you admire or if we have featured you or artists you represent and would like to buy us a coffee at https://ko-fi.com/monolithcocktail to say cheers for spreading the word, then that would be much appreciated.
Playlist/Claudia Calabresi

The Monolith Cocktail has been exchanging posts with our pen pal partners at the leading Italian music publication Kalporz for the last two years or more now; an exchange that continues unabated in 2021. Claudia Calabresi shares a new proposal: the IT-alien column of emerging talent from Italy’s underground music scene.
Not only xenophiles: today we inaugurate our IT-alien column, dedicated to the most interesting emerging voices in the Italian panorama, chosen for you by our editorial staff.
There are many artists in the Italian underground waiting to be discovered: and from the prolonged absence of the live shows that could launch them, the need arises for an alternative, virtual channel that can talk about them instead of concerts.
If you don’t want to miss the news follow the constantly updated playlist, our website and social profiles.
In the meantime, we reiterate the invitation to report your singles and debut albums to comunicati@kalporz.com.
Ready?

Première: (Video) Balkan Taksim ‘Anadolka’
January 26, 2021
Words: Dominic Valvona
Photos: Miluţă Flueraş

Atavistic yet contemporary in its merging of Balkan traditions and psychedelics with broken-beats, synth-electronica, dub and global bass the Sașa-Liviu Stoianovici and Alin Zăbrăuțeanu duo of Balkan Taksim inject a respective new dynamism and energy into the music of their Romanian roots. They’ve expanded that to a wider exposure and education of Slavic cultures throughout the Balkans region, congruously working with local singers and musicians to record the songs, tunes of their heritage. Reworking this source material in the studio, they’ve added an air of modernity with an array of sophisticated and articulate (rather than “banging IDM”) style electronica sounds, atmospherics, heavy bass and powerful beats. But don’t call it a “fusion”: it goes deeper than that, with many of the sounds being sampled direct from original traditional Balkan instruments, both musical worlds existing on equal terms.
It’s a magical, transportive futurist vision that’s attracting a lot of acclaim and attention.
The duo, having just signed to the Parisian label Buda Musique, are readying themselves to release a debut album this Spring. Ahead of that, the Monolith Cocktail is premiering the brand new video for the “journey into a maelstrom of memory” imbued ‘Anadolka’. The duos take on a Balkan classic merges Yugoslav pop-rock with the sound of the long-necked Ottoman tanbur and electric saz and the plaintive lyrical poetry of Bosnia’s Serbo-Croatian dialect to produce an almost shivery, frayed and haunting malady.
The Romanian film director Andra Hera created the video for the reimagined ‘Anadolka’. She has this to say about the visual narrative:
“A contemporary poet is haunted by the spirit of a beautiful woman from the Balkans. He chases her shadow while visiting an old lonely house, by the side of a desolate lake. Wintertime brings memories of a past saturated with desire, with a guilty love that is on the edge of tearing apart an old friendship. A visual poem, in which the layers of time melt. In the end, the observer is the one who is observed.”
Balkan Taksim breath life into an ancient Balkan psychogeopgraphy, creating an often-entrancing atmosphere that weaves those Slavic traditions and yearnings with an amorphous soundtrack of electronica. Experience that mood music now with the première below.
Hi, my name is Dominic Valvona and I’m the Founder of the music/culture blog monolithcocktail.com For the last ten years I’ve featured and supported music, musicians and labels we love across genres from around the world that we think you’ll want to know about. No content on the site is paid for or sponsored and we only feature artists we have genuine respect for /love. If you enjoy our reviews (and we often write long, thoughtful ones), found a new artist you admire or if we have featured you or artists you represent and would like to buy us a coffee at https://ko-fi.com/monolithcocktail to say cheers for spreading the word, then that would be much appreciated.
Our Daily Bread 421: Disco Zombies ‘South London Stinks’
January 25, 2021
Compilation Breakdown/Review: Words by Dominic Valvona

Disco Zombies ‘South London Stinks’
(Optic Nerve) 29th January 2021
Emerging from a fit of bands during the punk era, Leicester’s Disco Zombies never quite broke through despite meeting with the approval of John Peel and bridging both the agreeable knockabout youthfulness of The Undertones and more sneering, University Challenge politico riling of their Tory-baiting peers. Pub rock to fuzz; new wave and even post-punk, they could sound at any one time like The Skids, Damned, Magazine, Swell Maps, Subway Sect and even (on the slower Indie roaming ‘New Scars’) XTC.
Formed almost at the apex of the punk explosion by Andy Ross (vocals and guitar), Johnny ‘Guitar’ Hawkins (as his moniker makes pretty obvious, guitar), Geoff ‘Dod’ Dodimead (bass) and Andy Fullerton (drums), the DC played their debut gig at the student halls of residence, we’re told, to “a packed room of cross-legged intellectuals”. That line-up soon expanded to accommodate Dave Henderson of The Blazers; all part of a scene that could boast the cult obscurity of bands like The Foamettes, Dead Fly Syndrome and The RTRs. The DC would bring in The Foamettes’ guitarist Steve Gerrard when they soon relocated to London in the vain hope of making it to replace founding member Johnny Guitar, who couldn’t go as he had another year at Uni to finish. As it happened, he never really missed his break, as even his replacement soon returned home from the capital due to the lack of success. Gerrard would however make it into Leicester’s version of Rock’s Back Pages by joining another cult band, The Bomb Party.
In an age characterised by the spirit of diy and lo fi, the band recorded their first EP for the fleeting Uptwon Records venture set up by Carl Tebbutt. This now legendary EP, recorded in one four-hour session, featured a Blazer’s number (‘Top Of The Pops’) and a trio of rough ’n’ ready Stiff Records, tongue-in-cheek adolescent ravers (‘Time Will Tell’, ‘Punk A GoGo’, and ‘Disco Zombies’). It was unfortunately shelved due to the occupational hazard of these enterprises going bust. They still carried on however, recording a session for a local radio station, the only fruits of which (included on this twenty-track revision compilation of mishits) is the rebel-country meets Skids goggle-box sneer ‘TV Screen Existence’. The DC would also go on a mini tour showcase of their hometown, playing five nights in five different pubs. But a move to the Big Smoke was on the cards after exhausting the Leicester scene, and hopefully a crack at breaking through. It’s hardly a spoiler to suggest they didn’t; the compilation title of South London Stinks a dead giveaway, and perhaps broadside at the Deptford clique of the time.
In another customary shift of line-up, the group recruited Mark Sutherland to fill the gap left by Gerrard. Gigs at a litany of infamous London showcase spots followed: the Scala, Hope & Anchor, North London Poly. Out of frustration, or just ennui, Andy Ross launched his own label, South Circular Records as a vehicle to releasing the band’s debut single proper; the gnarled Jam-knocks-about-with-The-Clash National Front parodied, ‘Drums Over London’. A classic single of the period, it was totally misinterpreted by Rock Against Racism, who missed the irony, believing it to be an endorsement of far right anti-immigration rhetoric. John Peel had to weigh-in on the side of the DC, to clear up the misunderstanding. It’s more or less the band’s anthem. Alongside overseeing an EP from the Peel approved Adicts, Ross’ label put out the Magazine fatalism with white disco Dr. Boss drum machine shaking, ‘Here Come The Buts’: Another slight turn in direction for the band, now expanding their two-minute blasts to over four, you can hear a hint of more brooding post-punk and a resigned polemic on that record. Just before that diy label folded, the DC recorded the Damned like parody sporting spectacle (“Best position to the chase and pursuit”) ‘The Year Of The SexOlympics’, the wrangled guitar and Lou Reed fronts Voidiods, lyrically violent, ‘Target Practice’, and the already mentioned ‘New Scars’. None of which ever saw the light of day. Still, persevering and now in the dying embers of punk they knocked out the brilliant, more upbeat new wave track ‘Where Have You Been Lately Tony Hately’. Showing a keenness for knockabout pun and chirpy wit, with references to pop and sporting culture they paid a sort of wry homage to the extremely well-travelled English centre-forward of the title: A player who moved between eleven clubs in his two decade plus career, even joining (for the briefest of times) the beleaguered USA side, the Boston Minutemen. In a similar vane, but perhaps obscuring a more honest debate about the sex industry and its troubled, used-up pinups, and voyeurism, detachment, the band released a Monochrome Set meets Swell Maps imbued aphorism to the 70s sexpot Mary Millington; star of untold jazz-mags and blue movies in the UK, and the girl-next-door fuck fantasy of a million men. Drugs, depression, debt, the old bill, and the moralist guardians of so-called decency hounded and hampered Mary into an early grave, the sex star taking her own life by overdose in 1979. With that in mind, the DC song is more tragedy, elegy than rave-up and sniggering schoolboy hijinks.
‘Tony Hately’ met with Peel enthusiasm, but other than a test pressing, the single was never properly released; ending up only subsequently on the Cordelia label’s Obscure Independent Classics compilation – a title that tells you all you need to know about that particular chapter in the band’s career. A consequence of this was the break-up of the band. Sutherland opened a studio in Bow, London; Dodimead (god forbid) got a day job, and Fullerton…well he was already in gainful employment. The remainder joined the experimental Club Tango; though later on, Ross would go on to discover bands himself, such as Blur most famously, for the legendary Brit-pop era Food label he started with the ex-Teardrop Explodes’ David Balfe.
Yet they could never let it lie, and thirty years after initially splitting up, the DC (ala the drum machine incarnation) descended upon Sutherland’s studio to record the extremely limited edition 10” pairing of the Sci-Fi homage ‘Night Of The Big Heat’ and bandy JFK conspiracy shtick ‘LHO’. The first of these is a broody indie take on the cult Terence Fisher directed and Hammer double-act of Lee and Cushing 1967 environmental terror of the same name, its partner, a motorcade denunciation vision of a Brit-pop Dead Kennedys. A few years later original drummer Andy Fullerton kicked the staid Dr. Rhythm into touch, recording a trio of originals from a bygone punk age: the antithesis of X-Factor chart-topping mediocrity ‘Hit’, The Dickies bash around with Ramones Cold War pastiche ‘Lenin’s Tomb’ (“All good Russians visit Lenin’s Tomb” you know), and polka-punk resigned parody on the banality of nuclear Armageddon ‘Paint It Red’ (“As the arms race escalates, refit the double-glazing”). All three were released on limited 10”. That recent hurrah style resurrection was followed up by a gig at The Dublin Castle in 2019. And just to make certain that the Disco Zombies don’t vanish from Sniffin’ Glues Back Pages, Optic Nerve have collected all those singles, tracks and missives into this “stinking” collection: probably the first and only chance to find the back catalogue in one place, from a band that seldom managed to release much music to the public.

Shelved recordings, ones salvaged from obscurity mingle with Peel favourites and the few actual physical records they managed to put out. Not really part of any particular scene, out-of-sorts with the London set anyway, the Disco Zombies were never as rowdy and antagonistic as the Pistols, but never quite as cuddly as Eddie And The Hot Rods. They did cover many bases however, developing and changing with the times. Above all that and most importantly, they made some cracking records: which you will discover yourself when digging into this fandom compilation. Another piece in the UK punk jigsaw filled in. Dominic Valvona
Hi, my name is Dominic Valvona and I’m the Founder of the music/culture blog monolithcocktail.com For the last ten years I’ve featured and supported music, musicians and labels we love across genres from around the world that we think you’ll want to know about. No content on the site is paid for or sponsored and we only feature artists we have genuine respect for /love. If you enjoy our reviews (and we often write long, thoughtful ones), found a new artist you admire or if we have featured you or artists you represent and would like to buy us a coffee at https://ko-fi.com/monolithcocktail to say cheers for spreading the word, then that would be much appreciated.
Our Daily Bread 420: The Telescopes ‘Song Of Love And Revolution’
January 22, 2021
Album Review/Dominic Valvona

The Telescopes ‘Song Of Love And Revolution’ (Tapete Records) 5th February 2021
You could say that it was a special kind of calling to draw scuzz sculptured drones and a psychedelic morose from the well of despair for over thirty years. The Telescopes have continued unabated, and through various chapters of sorrow to be hypnotised sonically towards an abyss. There’s unfortunately always enough pain, torment, distress and redemption each year to motivate such concentrations of both sludge driven rock ‘n’ roll crash-and-burn and Mogadon induced hymns.
Written and recorded before the recent death of the band’s founding member and celebrated cult lead guitarist David Fitzgerald (passing away last November from cancer), The Telescopes 12th album in three decades of stop-and-starts does feel at times like a befitting tribute to his memory; drawing on all the signature caustic, abrasive and whining guitar lines and pendulous and esoteric tribal drum patters. Stephen Lawrie, who remains as the only original founding member and custodian of the faith, once more drifts in and out of the dense fuzz, guitar angling and incense burning atmospherics with his low and mesmerised hushed vocal burr.
Despite all the talk of the despairing density, The Telescopes find glimmers of light, a way out of the grief and despondency. They even end up on a deserted beach front, accompanied by only a codex finale of concertinaed sea shanty, the lapping tide and the song of seagulls on the album’s outro, ‘Haul Away The Anchor’.
Reimagining the Os Mutantes on downers, the Dream Syndicate and BRMC on a particular bad turn, the band make quite the opening statement with the rhythmic white noise séance ‘This Is Not A dream’. They follow that pulsation, heavy Meta by surfing the tube of a more apocalyptic beach on the fangs-out, sleaze and scuzzy ‘Strange Waves’. Skulking yet almost choral, leaning towards the Spaceman 3, even Spiritualized, they ride a wave of psychosis. By the time we reach the hypnotised beatific spiritualism of ‘Mesmerised’ itself, they’re burning candles at the alter of a mystical Byzantium Velvet Underground. The Telescopes bound back into suitable menacing, squalling energetics aboard ‘This Train’; an altogether more dangerous ushering in of the train metaphor for momentum (“a change is coming”) of civil rights American soul. This is musically something more in keeping with the shadow creeping moodiness of Berlin-period Crime And The City Solution, and even Suicide then rallying cry of change, or augur.
By now The Telescopes can turn out this kind of drone-heavy squalling doom and downer pysch in their sleep. They continue as guardians of this form, elder statesmen, able however to entice the faithful and keep their loyal audience intrigued and interested enough to lap it all up. And as the catalogue goes Song Of Love And Revolution is a pretty immersive, solid and brooding experience: spiritual if despondent in part, a call to escape the despair. There’s love somewhere in this ritual, but you’ll have to drag it out of them. Dominic Valvona
Further Reading Suggestions:
The Telescopes ‘Exploding Head Syndrome’
The Telescopes ‘Hidden Fields’
Hi, my name is Dominic Valvona and I’m the Founder of the music/culture blog monolithcocktail.com For the last ten years I’ve featured and supported music, musicians and labels we love across genres from around the world that we think you’ll want to know about. No content on the site is paid for or sponsored and we only feature artists we have genuine respect for /love. If you enjoy our reviews (and we often write long, thoughtful ones), found a new artist you admire or if we have featured you or artists you represent and would like to buy us a coffee at https://ko-fi.com/monolithcocktail to say cheers for spreading the word, then that would be much appreciated.