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On the afternoon of 11 May, 1812, John Bellingham, a bankrupt and embittered businessman, walked into the lobby of the Palace of Westminster. Read More

New Education will release their new single, 'Arcane, on 7 December 2009 through KIDS Records, the label that launched The Wombats, The Whip, iLiKETRAiNS and Band of Horses. Read More

Um, so, being in a band and going on tour in a big (or little) tour bus and all that isn't always completely rosy, as two separate both both pretty bad incidents this weekend point out. Read More

Leeds's Brainwash festival returns for its fourth year in 2009 and features perhaps the best line-up yet. Read More

got a bit of writerly block today so i’ll open with a joke. how do you find will smith in the snow? sorry. come back. it’s this damned sobriety, this vicious ocular ulcer, the grey grind of existence. it’s getting to me. and whilst the posts of recent yore have been all about the bright, the breezy, the pop and the chorus and the skewed tune , this week has been (mostly) all about the noise and the doom and the wordless mirthlessness of life. y’see the former’s been nothing more than a tatty threadbare blanket to cover up the essential horror of life in the last half of oh nine. well what better soundtrack to yr monthly existential crisis than some folks who dig swans and red house painters and codeine and low. don’t get me wrong i ain’t mersault, killing arabs and wandering around camus’s world of anomie. and this ain’t anywhere as bleak as michael gira’s early nihilistic musings. but it’s not the kind of shit you play in the park on a sunny day flying kites. it’s not dinner party background twinklings. it’s not gonna be the first dance song at any weddings you go to. billy joel will never close a concert by banging out something from this ep on the piano. though the world would be a better place if these things were true… *sigh*. it is a rum bugger of an ep. and in the vein of all good ep’s doesn’t want to settle too long in one place. it thrusts it’s fingers bloodily into the dark heart of the eighties, dips it’s toes willingly into the distorto-core of what they used to stupidly call alt-rock, gently licks the earlobe of shoegazerry. they sprawl with intent like the electric murk of a crazy horse. they bluster with the narcotic grace of a mascis. they scowl with the harrumphing ennui of kozelek and eitzel. you get the overdramatized picture, non? if you want some kindof namedrop see-all-the-bands-i-know comparison the epic glower of iliketrains or the lush maudlin of tindersticks (particularly on their recent constellationRead More