Tag: wild beasts

  • RC 254: It’s Raining Fags And Dykes (aka The Bisexual Flood)

    RC 254: It’s Raining Fags And Dykes (aka The Bisexual Flood)

    It’s raining, you’re pouting, the old man is flaming… A UKIP councillor think gays caused all the flooding, possibly believing that because we have a rainbow flag, we can somehow control the rain? I wasn’t aware we had such magickal power, but apparently not only we will Destroy All Civilisation with our Gay Marriage Ray,…

  • Wild Beasts – Wanderlust

    Wild Beasts – Wanderlust

    Shame Wild Beasts couldn’t afford decent lighting (cutbacks, obviously) but love the new single. There’s seemingly a cameo from Fernando The Man Whore. Sounds much more upbeat and strangely Phillip Glass-inspired than the last album Smother, which was good but very downbeat and introspective musically. “Don’t confuse me with someone who gives a fuck, Funny…

  • The bigger the bull

    The bigger the bull

    Somehow despite growing up around english folk and jazz I’ve never heard of Jake Thackray…apparently Wild Beasts, Arctic Monkeys and Jarvis Cocker are fans, and I can hear why. And like a lot of the 1970’s and 1950’s acerbic songs, from Paddy Roberts to Tom Lehrer to this you can hear a dark serious undercurrent…

  • Wild Beasts go Gaga

    Wild Beasts go Gaga

    It takes a lot after the lacklustre Born This Way album to pay attention to La GaGa but it looks like she’s not counted out yet – asking Wild Beasts to remix her You and I song (sorry can’t be bothered with the umlauts either, they’re as tiresome as that album!) which you can hear…

  • RC 206: Wise Enough?

    RC 206: Wise Enough?

    Recorded last Monday after the black cloud of a bad day was dissipating, now I post it as the rain clouds are precipitating, it seems very appropriately down for today… It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring… (101Mb, 1:50) Friendly Fires – True Love Buzzcocks – Harmony in My Head The 2 Bears…

  • RC 184: Quiet Storm

    RC 184: Quiet Storm

    A bumper show of 3 months worth of delayed music. Twas the storm’s fault, you see. A quiet storm…one you could hardly hear, but yet so loud. A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer…

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