Press cuttings and culls....
Brainwashed.Com get hold of a sheepish-looking ET: |
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NICE ONE SON from Lowcut magazine.... |
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Review of Cock, from our pal Slobodan on Serbian Radio. |
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March 2006 Review from |
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Ah! Here's a March 2006 Review from |
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NormanRecords.com , on receiving the Big Black Cock Of Death EP, April 2005. And you can buy it from them! |
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A review of Behold My Mighty Star, on the evil-sounding: |
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August 04 and it's off to the Land we know as Ameri-Ca for a review of Behold My Mighty Star, on : nae need for BabelFish with this, just aboot. |
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July 04 and it's a review of Behold My Mighty Star on |
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Logo Magazine reviews Behold My Mighty Star: May 2004 |
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a review of Behold My Mighty Star on ChainDLK website , June 2004. |
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a review of Behold My Mighty Star on French website autresdirections.net, June 2004. I can't figure out if this is a good or bad review, but here's the version of the text having been put through the Alta Vista Babelfish translator.... a stunning piece of technology breaking down linguistic barriers across Europe near you. |
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So there y'gan. My fairies are nazi mackerel royalty. |
A nice review of the Estrunax sampler from www.totallyradio.com. May 2004. |
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A DIW review? in The Crack? Are they so desperate to fill their pages? Below is actually the extended "Director's Cut" of the text, as the printed version was cut down to make way for a Michela Johnson interview with Rialto. Reliably informed, me. |
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More reviews in printed prosperity. So where can I get a Crack T-Shirt? Oh, they're so kind:
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Heavens! To Betsy! A review of the first Dog Und Parrot gig... This appeared in the August 2003 edition of The Crack (Or it was supposed to. Was probably cut to make way for a Mavis interview or some such.) |
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Dressed in Wires article which appeared in the June 2003 issue of The Crack magazine. I like the bit about the soft underbelly. By Ian Fletcher. Photie by Steve Strode |
Electronica's Loose-Fit Fugitive... You may have heard the whisper. The one about the Kid606 of Heaton. It's been more of a murmur actually, so perhaps not. Yet, he really does exist, in the shape of Simondo Topless, a resident just off Chillingham Road. And yes, there are similarities between this purveyor of "car-crash soundtracks" and America's electronic upstart. It's there in the digital overloads, the schizophrenic mood-swings and the wry pisstakes. Also in track-titles like 'There's A Party In My Mouth And Everyone's Invited' and 'First Gay Black President'.There are links in other ways too. Namely that like Kid606, Newcastle's Dressed In Wires is capable of more, especially when he shows his soft underbelly beneath a brazen exterior. With DIW, for every chaotic punk-rock of the preset, there are sprinklings of melodic melancholy, and both are equally engrossing. Starting out as a guitarist "in the Thurston Moore vein", he eventually became "disillusioned at the bullshit of getting bands together" before finally deciding to "take on the perception that laptopping isn't 'real' musicianship". So now there's just him, and a "heavily hacked laptop, with a few distortion pedals". Recently, DIW has been "churning out half-a-dozen tracks a week", "taking computer music and throwing it into the ring with a DIY punk approach", "treading a fine-line between palatable, and noise that wants to physically kick people". This is the strict cause and contradiction of DIW. With an LP entitled 'Well Why Don't We Just Give Up And Join The Queue For Cash Machines' impending, and his first live performance confirmed for Distraction's August Weekender; the future for our very own Kid606 is shining brightly indeed. Just the exact way he probably doesn't like it.
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Cheers Ian... cheque's in the dog. |