The Levin Brothers – ‘Levin Brothers’ [Review]
This review could be summed up in a single word: Wow. However, I’m sure you want more detail that that – so here you go: Read more…
This review could be summed up in a single word: Wow. However, I’m sure you want more detail that that – so here you go: Read more…
Israeli prog group Anakdota have already earnt TMMP’s respect through intense previous releases The Girl Next Door and Late – and on this, their latest offering, Anakdota take a slightly more laid-back and relaxed approach. Read more…
For those of you who can’t wait for that Levin Brothers album, and are left craving something full and substantial to chill out to, this is the track you need. Read more…
It’s been a while since TMMP placed jazz in the digital spotlight – but you need to switch things up now and then to cleanse your palate and avoid stagnation. As palate-cleansers go, this album is set to be perfect, a collection of original cool jazz tunes with a 1950’s vibe and beyond-flawless playing from a pair of master musicians in Tony Levin (Peter Gabriel / King Crimson) and Pete Levin (Miles Davis / Jaco Pastorius). Read more…
When I watched Thomas Truax and Bob Log III turn the Boileroom inside out, I remember trying to think of a third artist who could fit perfectly – seamlessly, even – alongside said masters of sheer weirdness.
As of now, I have found that third artist – and his name is Kevin Nolan. Read more…
As regular readers will know, Jamie Lenman is a big deal where I’m from. My Facebook feed literally blew up with the release of the double-A-side Fizzy Blood/Pretty Please, news of his secret set at The Boileroom in Guildford, and the dates for his Heavy / Mellow Band’s recently completed tour. On top of all that, of course, there is this album. Not just a standard-length LP, but a 70-minute double album that takes in so many styles that I felt compelled to delay this review and let it all sink in and mature for a while. Now, however, it’s ready to go. Read more…
Fiction
The first time I saw her, I was stunned. She is very angular, especially her face. A perfectly diagonal fringe, razor sharp forty-five-degree edge over diamonds of stark white eye shadow. Precisely defined cheekbones flanking thin, horizontal lips. Black lipstick. A mathematically immaculate kind of beauty – the type that in more primitive times might have been hailed as proof of the existence of some deity or other. Read more…