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'Rock Night Satellite 4' @ Bardens Sept 15th
Rock Night Satellite 4'
Thurs 15th September 2005
Barden's Boudoir
38-44 Stoke Newington Rd
London
N16
http://www.bardensbar.co.uk
Pete And The Pirates
The Weather Underground
Chips For The Poor
Katy Carr
MoQ
+Special Guests
£5/4 with flyer attached/Artrocker member card.
7.30pm till late
Rock Night Satellite is now on its 4th show and unlike a bad sequel we'll keep calling them RNS1,2,3,4 etc until the bands willing to play in these increasingly diverse line-ups cease to write music or disgruntled punters decide to torch the venue, 'In the Name of The Lord,' for being subjected to such varied and exciting styles that be Devil music. So, how about making this one extra special and out there so you can travel in-between harmonies, melodies and pure filthy noise like an intergalactic mining vessel in search of new planetary resources without really knowing where the hell you are going. After all, it's all part of the ride and as long as the rest of the crew are open to a bit of the old this and that, you'll be in grand company before one of them turns on you and goes mad dawg crazy.
This months edition to the Satellite will not only be attended by loonies, but, will be hosted by a rather veritable bunch of out and out oddballs whose musical styles swing from folk to punk and the downright bizarre, with a dash of electronics thrown in for good measure.
Headlining tonight are the uncategorisable (does that word exist?) PETE AND THE PIRATES on the quirky and dedicated Stolen Recordings. Pete and his motley crew are all ready causing quite a stir around town having already played at the 12 Bar Club and The Spitz as well as the inaugural W.H.O.R.E Fest where they quite literally tore it up alongside Comanechi, Kaito and Trencher.
This four piece of unparalleled musicianship are young and free but they sure as hell ain't Supergrass. They are more a sprightly Sonic Youth that combine infectious and morphed guitars with anything else that takes their fancy from Krautrock to folk and beyond. Artrocker called them, 'so strange, with 'punk blasts of power,' and 'superb pop moments, ' and Rough Trade added, 'oddball.' Influence wise, what can i tell you? Well, in one of their press pics of which their are numerous, some brinking on softcore, one of the Pete's (there are 2) is wearing a Pixies t-shirt. His lineage can therefore be determined as relatively good. However, if he weighed even a 1/4 of the behemoth that Frank Black has turned into i might not be so concerned for his overall health which is still hanging in there despite the regular pitfalls of the rock and roll lifestyle these gents seem to lead.
Hyperactive Beach Boys doing salsa on the golden sands of a Caribbean island with a score of Minutemens and a disturbing taste in the experimental a la Dr Mengele, these gents sure know how to rock out.
'Some girl got pushed over the front monitor and got totally squashed...we managed to incite REAL violence!!! what a glorious disaster.' Not usually the sort of thing one books bands upon, but, in the case of our next group their little electronic run down of a recent gig in Hoxton's Underbelly was enough for me to reply saying, 'you're on.' The rest of their account is of a very sensitive nature involving sickness and women's faces getting pulled off, but, if you come down tonight, the band will be happy to draw a story board of the whole of their misadventure on to your body parts whilst simultaneously performing pieces entitled , funnily enough, 'Fight Song.'
Hell, bring some dollar down to encourage THE WEATHER UNDERGROUND to cause a punch up to equal John Wayne's effort in my late grandad's favourite film, The Quiet Man.
What can be said about the next act? Well chaotic madness springs to mine quicker than a lamb to slaughter. CHIPS FOR THE POOR. Is a one man-machine-maniac that thunders recklessly out of control from the Sheffield stable that is quick becoming the benchmark from which all deranged automatons are forged, Kid Acne's, Invisible Spies. Distorted drums and even more obscure lyrics about foxes, railings that pee on you and The London School Of Economics are the staple diet of this gent who is consistently (and that's the only time i'll use this term with Chips) being aired on Radio 1's Rob da Bank Show, the man Rob proclaiming his 7" release 'LSD Who Said That?' as, 'Genius' whilst The Guardian touted him as a, 'misguided soul...a malfunctioning railway tannoy system.' One things for sure though, you never know what you're going to get with this cheeky chappie who killed it at a recent Long Blondes gig. It is time for you, the public, to decide. Parental discretion is advised.
Last but by no means least in tonight's musical Running Man is a really rather special chanteuse, who's distinctively idiosyncratic take on whiskey sodden blues, Bronte inspired romanticism and macabre and furtive folk has seen her play many of the capital's intimate club spaces including the ICA as well as her own self hosted Crow Club at the Strong Rooms, to national celebrations of all things slightly off kilter and subversive such as Dumfries and Galloway's infamous Wicker Man Festival, where a sterling performance at this years 2005 event marked her as one of theacts of the entire weekend that included sets from The Stranglers and Alabama 3.
Having arrived here in London from Nottingham via a series of trips to her mother's native Poland, KATY CARR immersed herself in all aspects of the cities rich musical heritage but rather than becoming another wannabee pop star, she became more inspired by the all encompassing works of people such as Diamanda Galas, which has certainly set her in a good, if somewhat a skewed, steed.
Miss Carr, who likens her compositions to weird and wonderful songs such as Marmalade Duke, as, 'experiencing the world from a bird's-eye point of view where events can transform from the gigantic to the petite,' has seen the critics positively plundering their dictionaries to sum up her deft and darkly beautiful sound. Uncut Magazine hailed her debut album, 'Screwing Lies' as, 'Sensual and sultry. Mesmeric,' and gained her a feature in The Independent along with Thea Gilmore and Charlotte Greig, whilst on her excellent follow up, 'Passion Play,' The Sunday Times voiced, 'definitely one for the Mercury Prize jury to consider,' while Q mused on her, 'sussed arrangements...electronica-imbued folk with a slightly sinister eroticism.'
Captivating and crazed, sexy and sublime, the blessed Boudoir truly welcomes this Queen of Alt-Folk into its fold to woe you with twisted tales of betrayed love, murder and prostitution... not to mention transvestites.
All those conventional instruments getting up your nose, well it is with great pleasure to introduce Seed Records' MOQ formally known as Peachfish down from Coventry to crank up the Roland's and the Korgs. This duo's mixture of free jazz electronics and superbly crafted synth scapes will have you dancing in no time or your money back. They recently played an awesome show in a NT windmill in Norfolk courtesy of those electro pushers Baselogic and have a rich history of underLondonground shows at Aldwych disused tube station under their belt. Tonight they will be airing a special selection of tracks from their forth coming MP3 album to be made exclusively available for the pesky download market at Warp's Bleep.com,. Who says, we don't embrace the age of digital piracy?
And, as ever a very special selection of guest DJ's, tonight headed up by Lazy Susan, will keep the ship afloat during the kit changes.
Thurs 15th September 2005
Barden's Boudoir
38-44 Stoke Newington Rd
London
N16
http://www.bardensbar.co.uk
Pete And The Pirates
The Weather Underground
Chips For The Poor
Katy Carr
MoQ
+Special Guests
£5/4 with flyer attached/Artrocker member card.
7.30pm till late
Rock Night Satellite is now on its 4th show and unlike a bad sequel we'll keep calling them RNS1,2,3,4 etc until the bands willing to play in these increasingly diverse line-ups cease to write music or disgruntled punters decide to torch the venue, 'In the Name of The Lord,' for being subjected to such varied and exciting styles that be Devil music. So, how about making this one extra special and out there so you can travel in-between harmonies, melodies and pure filthy noise like an intergalactic mining vessel in search of new planetary resources without really knowing where the hell you are going. After all, it's all part of the ride and as long as the rest of the crew are open to a bit of the old this and that, you'll be in grand company before one of them turns on you and goes mad dawg crazy.
This months edition to the Satellite will not only be attended by loonies, but, will be hosted by a rather veritable bunch of out and out oddballs whose musical styles swing from folk to punk and the downright bizarre, with a dash of electronics thrown in for good measure.
Headlining tonight are the uncategorisable (does that word exist?) PETE AND THE PIRATES on the quirky and dedicated Stolen Recordings. Pete and his motley crew are all ready causing quite a stir around town having already played at the 12 Bar Club and The Spitz as well as the inaugural W.H.O.R.E Fest where they quite literally tore it up alongside Comanechi, Kaito and Trencher.
This four piece of unparalleled musicianship are young and free but they sure as hell ain't Supergrass. They are more a sprightly Sonic Youth that combine infectious and morphed guitars with anything else that takes their fancy from Krautrock to folk and beyond. Artrocker called them, 'so strange, with 'punk blasts of power,' and 'superb pop moments, ' and Rough Trade added, 'oddball.' Influence wise, what can i tell you? Well, in one of their press pics of which their are numerous, some brinking on softcore, one of the Pete's (there are 2) is wearing a Pixies t-shirt. His lineage can therefore be determined as relatively good. However, if he weighed even a 1/4 of the behemoth that Frank Black has turned into i might not be so concerned for his overall health which is still hanging in there despite the regular pitfalls of the rock and roll lifestyle these gents seem to lead.
Hyperactive Beach Boys doing salsa on the golden sands of a Caribbean island with a score of Minutemens and a disturbing taste in the experimental a la Dr Mengele, these gents sure know how to rock out.
'Some girl got pushed over the front monitor and got totally squashed...we managed to incite REAL violence!!! what a glorious disaster.' Not usually the sort of thing one books bands upon, but, in the case of our next group their little electronic run down of a recent gig in Hoxton's Underbelly was enough for me to reply saying, 'you're on.' The rest of their account is of a very sensitive nature involving sickness and women's faces getting pulled off, but, if you come down tonight, the band will be happy to draw a story board of the whole of their misadventure on to your body parts whilst simultaneously performing pieces entitled , funnily enough, 'Fight Song.'
Hell, bring some dollar down to encourage THE WEATHER UNDERGROUND to cause a punch up to equal John Wayne's effort in my late grandad's favourite film, The Quiet Man.
What can be said about the next act? Well chaotic madness springs to mine quicker than a lamb to slaughter. CHIPS FOR THE POOR. Is a one man-machine-maniac that thunders recklessly out of control from the Sheffield stable that is quick becoming the benchmark from which all deranged automatons are forged, Kid Acne's, Invisible Spies. Distorted drums and even more obscure lyrics about foxes, railings that pee on you and The London School Of Economics are the staple diet of this gent who is consistently (and that's the only time i'll use this term with Chips) being aired on Radio 1's Rob da Bank Show, the man Rob proclaiming his 7" release 'LSD Who Said That?' as, 'Genius' whilst The Guardian touted him as a, 'misguided soul...a malfunctioning railway tannoy system.' One things for sure though, you never know what you're going to get with this cheeky chappie who killed it at a recent Long Blondes gig. It is time for you, the public, to decide. Parental discretion is advised.
Last but by no means least in tonight's musical Running Man is a really rather special chanteuse, who's distinctively idiosyncratic take on whiskey sodden blues, Bronte inspired romanticism and macabre and furtive folk has seen her play many of the capital's intimate club spaces including the ICA as well as her own self hosted Crow Club at the Strong Rooms, to national celebrations of all things slightly off kilter and subversive such as Dumfries and Galloway's infamous Wicker Man Festival, where a sterling performance at this years 2005 event marked her as one of theacts of the entire weekend that included sets from The Stranglers and Alabama 3.
Having arrived here in London from Nottingham via a series of trips to her mother's native Poland, KATY CARR immersed herself in all aspects of the cities rich musical heritage but rather than becoming another wannabee pop star, she became more inspired by the all encompassing works of people such as Diamanda Galas, which has certainly set her in a good, if somewhat a skewed, steed.
Miss Carr, who likens her compositions to weird and wonderful songs such as Marmalade Duke, as, 'experiencing the world from a bird's-eye point of view where events can transform from the gigantic to the petite,' has seen the critics positively plundering their dictionaries to sum up her deft and darkly beautiful sound. Uncut Magazine hailed her debut album, 'Screwing Lies' as, 'Sensual and sultry. Mesmeric,' and gained her a feature in The Independent along with Thea Gilmore and Charlotte Greig, whilst on her excellent follow up, 'Passion Play,' The Sunday Times voiced, 'definitely one for the Mercury Prize jury to consider,' while Q mused on her, 'sussed arrangements...electronica-imbued folk with a slightly sinister eroticism.'
Captivating and crazed, sexy and sublime, the blessed Boudoir truly welcomes this Queen of Alt-Folk into its fold to woe you with twisted tales of betrayed love, murder and prostitution... not to mention transvestites.
All those conventional instruments getting up your nose, well it is with great pleasure to introduce Seed Records' MOQ formally known as Peachfish down from Coventry to crank up the Roland's and the Korgs. This duo's mixture of free jazz electronics and superbly crafted synth scapes will have you dancing in no time or your money back. They recently played an awesome show in a NT windmill in Norfolk courtesy of those electro pushers Baselogic and have a rich history of underLondonground shows at Aldwych disused tube station under their belt. Tonight they will be airing a special selection of tracks from their forth coming MP3 album to be made exclusively available for the pesky download market at Warp's Bleep.com,. Who says, we don't embrace the age of digital piracy?
And, as ever a very special selection of guest DJ's, tonight headed up by Lazy Susan, will keep the ship afloat during the kit changes.