Check it out, UK webcast CNET mentioned RCRD LBL while doing a piece on their show about our artist George Pringle, the fine young Londoner who makes spoken word anthems to post-teenage love and despair on her laptop. It’s great that George is getting loads of recognition, as her new record (the brilliantly-titled Poor EP, Poor EP Without a Name…) is set to drop this spring. Check out the show below, and while you’re at it download George’s RCRD LBL singles, if you haven’t already. And be sure to super check the way the host says "RCRD LBL". Just FYI kiddos, it's not said like it is spelled...
George Pringle on CNET
Download: George Pringle - Carte Postale
Download: George Pringle - I'm Very Scared Buster, Yes At Last
Download: George Pringle - We Could Have Been Heroes
Awesome, indie spoken word queen George Pringle is back with a new RCRD LBL single via Drowned in Sound called “We Could Be Heroes”. This track is a little more Cabaret Voltaire/experimental pop than her pervious, more straight forward singles like “Carte Postale”, but it’s highly enjoyable nonetheless. George’s post-teen, stream of consciousness lyrics are as poignant as ever, with the resounding chorus of “You don’t have to work in HMV/When you write so beautifully” driving the point home over scratchy electro beats and bloops.
Download: George Pringle - We Could Be Heroes
George Pringle at the DiS RCRD LBL blog
Take a listen to George’s previous RCRD LBL singles also:
Download: George Pringle - Carte Postale
Download: George Pringle - I'm Very Scared Buster, Yes At Last
Download: George Pringle - Extremely Verbal After Midnight (Demo)
A special three-way today, incorporating a previous Band of the Day and two Hot New Acts; all three play our free-entry DiScover Christmas Party this Saturday, the 15th of December.
First up: Tired Irie. This Leicester four-piece play jerk-punk for ADHD kids taken with the current stutter-riffs of Foals and stateside exponents of avant-rawk Battles and Q And Not U. Taken from their recently released self-titled EP, via Try Harder (Jonquil, Blanket, Youthmovies), ‘Sumerian’ is the sort of instant-fix frolic that so few bands master the composing of, but this sprightly foursome appear to have licked.
Listen: Tired Irie - 'Sumerian' @ MySpace
Next along: Rolo Tomassi. From Sheffield, these five young things craft the sort of cacophony comparisons to The Locust sell hella short. It’s wired, weird, wonderful: ‘w’ words yet to be thought and posted the way of the OED. Fronted by a diminutive female vocalist by the name of Eva, Rolo Tomassi are true charmers off stage and beastly brutes on it; their self-titled EP of 2006 earned itself a 9/10 review on DiS and an album’s expected in 2008. For fans of uncompromising modern rock with a wickedly menacing edge.
Listen: Rolo Tomassi - ‘Film Noir’ @ MySpace
And topping our trio: Errors. Hopefully you’ve already downloaded – sorry, Drownloaded – their ‘Hans Herman’ track; click to their MySpace page, though, to expand your knowledge before their headline set on Saturday. Our choice is ‘Salut! France’, issues as a limited-edition seven-inch in early 2007 and now all but sold out everywhere. You might be able to buy a copy from the band themselves, if you’re lucky. Glitch-fuelled dance rock for fans of Battles and Q And Not U and… oh look… we’ve gone full circle back to Tired Irie. Nice work, succinct blurb-spew.
Listen: Errors - ‘Salut! France’ @ MySpace
More details on the DiScover Christmas Party can be found here.
- Mike Diver
- Photography by Tom Barnes
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As Glaswegian jerk-merchants Errors continue to court admirers with a trail of sprawling electronic soundscapes, ‘Hans Herman’ seems an appropriate introduction for the Scottish beatniks.
Signed to Mogwai’s Rock Action imprint since 2006, rather than any particular rock-rock pretence the quartet are far more indebted to Autechre’s paranoid electronica and the spiralling intricacies of Gui Boratto’s minimal tech, as soft drones and fractured hooks scythe into the skull.
With waves of their electronic sprawl lapping more violently than ever, Errors found themselves awkwardly thrust to the forefront as support for Underworld three-night spell at London’s Roundhouse. Needless to say that bitter-tongued revellers took to the act, which - with an imminent debut album set to follow the sold-out release of the How Clean Is Your Acid House? EP - surely underlines the potential of these young rapscallions. Find your exclusive download below.
Download: Errors - 'Hans Herman'
Errors @ MySpace
Feature - Terror Tricksters: Errors call into the DiSopolis
- Samuel Strang
Sleeping States are one of those much-discussed, but rarely discovered gems found shimmering at the bottom of the well. One of those wonderfully 'found' artists who demand the listener to proceed and tell the world of Markland Starkie's (for he is said act) languorously beautiful songs as if it were their sole mission in life, and one which should be approached with the appropriate level of zeal.
'September, Maybe' is taken from the second Sleeping States album (after his first, self-released CDR long-player), and sounds like the music of a man waiting for the rest of the world to catch up and find him. A piece of effervescent, folkish nearly-pop, it encapsulates the sparse beauty that Markland Starkie produces with seemingly little effort.
Sleeping States will be touring early in 2008, but expect the London-based fellow to crop up here and there in the coming months.
Download: Sleeping States - 'September, Maybe'
Sleeping States @ MySpace
Feature - DiScover: Sleeping States
- Gareth Dobson
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Slow to make an impact on homeland gig-goers though they’ve been, preferring instead to focus on live performances stateside and subsequently attracting the attentions of our US peers Pitchfork, there’s no doubt that as 2007 has progressed Glasgow’s the Twilight Sad have emerged as one of the biggest, boldest and best draws of the British tour circuit.
Releasing a highly acclaimed debut album can’t have hurt the quartet’s appeal any – hitting shelves via FatCat in May, Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters has proved to be a firm favourite amongst DiS writers and readers alike; expect it to rank highly when DiS concludes its reader-voted top albums of the year. Containing songs that didn’t exactly leap at listeners but crept, coyly and craftily, into synapses utilising canny stealth, the album’s a slow-burn classic of its time.
DiS is therefore mega-chuffed to present an exclusive remix of one of the choice cuts from Fourteen Autumns..., ‘That Summer, At Home I Had Become The Invisible Boy’, as re-imagined with subtlety and love by Björk collaborator Ensemble, AKA Olivier Alary. Originally from Toulouse, London-based Alary’s own self-titled album was released via FatCat last year.
The Twilight Sad tour Europe throughout December, and close their year’s live commitments with domestic shows in London and Glasgow.
Download: the Twilight Sad - 'That Summer, At Home I Became The Invisible Boy'
the Twilight Sad @ MySpace
Feature - the Twilight Sad: talking with fireworks
- Mike Diver
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As an A&R person you spend forever searching for ‘it’; flicking through piles of CDs and a phonebook's worth of MySpace Profiles per week - I don’t recommend it, it’s a pretty depressing pastime. You find yourself hearing a grey heap of blandness, listening to people trying to reinvent their rock’n’roll influences like magpies trying to build a nest; or there’re those who attempt to subvert hipster dance but essentially they’re mostly just people making the sort of tuneless twaddle you could have bought in the late seventies. It’s all post-Blondie, post-Pistols, post-Clash, post-Zeppelin... So you spend all this time looking for things that are unique and which you think will inspire something inside of people, either because of what’s being said, how the songs fall together or because of their approach to creating music. What you hope to find is something that’s refreshing and challenges conventions. Yet even when you get excited about something which you feel is truly great, they may not evoke the modern world, least not these over-stimulated yet culturally malnourished days of ours.
Re-imagining herself as the bastard child of James Murphy and Nico, a sick-of-guitars 20-something flicks open her scribbled journals of stories, arranges pages of type-written stream of conscious poetry and places them beside her iBook and decides to learn how to use GarageBand to soundtrack these tales of modern living. Part Bill Hicks and Ab Fab referencing social comment, part Capote versus Ginsberg via Beastie Boys “lit-hop”, backed by a kaleidoscope of soundscapes inspired as much by Nintendo menu music as party comedowns or the hues of classic black’n’white scenes.
Welcome to the enthralling world and music of George Pringle and her debut single ‘Carte Postale’. The NME has already questioned whether it’s “the single of the winter” whilst others have pondered over how the hell to pigeonhole this punkist anyone-could-do-this but few have the imagination to, anti-indie, post-karaoke, super-smart electronica. Comparisons have ranged from Black Box Recorder and New Order to John Cooper Clarke and Lydon’s post-Pistols Public Image Limited and George has offered the tag of 'bleep-beat-poetry' but then anything that’s easy to place is boring and who needs boring genre titles anyway? Feel free to send better suggestions, on a postcard.
So without further ado, here is the semi-manifesto introduction to one of the most genuinely exciting things I’ve stumbled across. On the first Monday of every month until George decides otherwise we’ll be offering a free download from Miss Pringle, which you’ll be able to find collected on limited edition EPs accompanied by some of her photo journals and additional writing, the first of which, entitled Poor EP, Poor EP Without a Name, is out in March. And yes, she does have a disco ball on her bookshelf. Also you can find hand-written versions of the lyrics in her blog.
Drownload: George Pringle - 'Carte Postale'
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Like the majority of acts mooching around downtown LA venue the Smell, DiS has become rather enamoured with Abe Vigoda of late. As we head into December, it’s customary to the point of reflex to stop running, turn around and survey the wreckage of the last 12 months; glee and horror and all. First came No Age, in which Randy Randall and Dean Spunt were forced to slim previous outfit Wives and returned looking fitter than ever; pop, but with just enough noise on their bones to give us something to hang on to. Then, in whatever order, Mika Miko, Barr, the Mae Shi and more all stripped off pieces of our collective heart before HEALTH clattered into view in autumn and we thought that, surely, would be our lot.
No – Vigoda are great; self-proclaimed tropical punks lighting up what they claim unashamedly as their scene, lighting up England’s dark, November, concrete days, lighting up Christmas shopping like a Caribbean holiday brochure in the rubble of tack and toy. Full of youth and play, the quartet tune their guitars tight to steel-pan effect, teach drummer Reggie Guerrero to drum soca on turtle shells, record the thing, take it to the beach, bury it in sand and wait.
We’ve dug up this, an exclusive download of the act's forthcoming and still-in-production third album. Heading off into the weekend and the grey and grit of London, we'll be using it to stave off the pangs of pranging down we’re catching from the Burial record and all this inane Christmas lighting. Which hometown are Abe Vigoda tracking? “NAUGHTYVILLE, California, United States”.
Gimme gamelan, fuck Roy Wood.
Drownload: Abe Vigoda - Dead City / Waste Wilderness
DiScover: Abe Vigoda
http://www.myspace.com/abevigoda
http://www.myspace.com/thesmell
http://drownedinsound.com
- Kev Kharas
