Less a wall of sound, more a trellis…

(It’s such a great line, I couldn’t resist using it)

Edd Donovan

The regular reader of this blog (Hi, Kate!) may well have spotted that I find the old singer-songwriter somewhat problematic – they’re often so boring!

I like Edd, though, and having met him briefly at the Soft Hearted Scientist gig last month, I can say that he seems like a pretty decent bloke too. His songs are interesting enough to satisfy this impatient listener, and last time I saw him play he had the foresight to bring along another guitarist to compliment his own style, which made the performance fuller somehow.

The first track I’m putting up is “I had a dream” which was on the CD I bought last time he came to Gloucester, and I remember it standing out at the time. It also leads on to the point of this post, being that Edd Donovan is due to play at Acoustica on Friday. Myself and Josie will be there, and I am rather looking forward to it…

This track is available from Edd’s Myspace page, plus another rather catchy country jam called “A friend to see me through”.

I Had A Dream

The second track, here, is not really his strongest, I’d have to say, but in these pre-World Cup, will-he-be-fit days, it seems appropriate. Come on England, pull your pants up!

The England Song

(Actually, I reckon this track is just a John Barnes rap short of being a World Cup classic…)

Do you fly? Of course I do. Wouldn’t you too?

You Can’t Eat The Word Food

It’s a name and a half, isn’t it? Apparently the name for a song, originally, that took on a larger iconic significance over time (or so it says here).

You Can’t Eat The Word Food are four mates from Glasgow, who have apparently grown up together and been playing for a good six years or so. Their Myspace page describes them as Indie / Rock / Psychedelic with influences from Can to Supergrass to Johnny Cash. There’s certainly a pretty decent dose of the sixties in here and I reckon I can hear some Beefheart in the mix too (though to be honest everything seems to have a pinch of the Captain to my ears these days…)

Duggy tells me that the Food (no really, I have an e-mail to prove it) have signed for Headhunter Records in Glasgow and plan to rehearse for the next year, before they release an album on the label. I don’t suppose they’re likely to venture down as far as Glaws but, if you get the chance I reckon they’d be a lot of fun live.

I’m posting a couple of tracks from their Myspace page, the first one “Shaving the Monster” being my favourite, because I like the really catchy and sometimes scratchy guitar work. The lyrics are kinda fun too (“A most particularly nasty figment of my imagination … a most decidedly useless creature if I did ever meet one…”).

There are also a couple of other tracks available from their page too, which are worth getting.

Suck Suck

Shaving the Monster

Witness the jittery winking starlight…

I’m dutifully posting music for you, as this is a music blog (of sorts) but I have to tell you my mind is elsewhere.

(Gloucester won the European Challenge Cup yesterday afternoon after 100 minutes of nerve-wracking rugby, what a match! In my mind, I’m shouting myself hoarse as James Forrester scores the winning try, with a piece of amazing skill of which no other no. 8 in England could even have dreamed – still not apparently good enough to tour with England, mind…. Sportsdesk.)


All of which is not really fair on today’s selection – Goldmundo from Lancaster, who is a cracking guitarist who reminds me not a little of Davey Graham. Goldmundo is actually one person, Richard James Turner, though, reading through his profile on Myspace, I’m not convinced it is only one person. He seems to have a fair number of other projects on the go, and if I’ve read it right appears to be a member of at least three other bands. And somehow finds time to post a few tracks of his own on Myspace.

I haven’t had a chance to investigate any of his other projects (if you want to steal a march on me, he lists a whole number of other bands he’s working with on his Myspace page), but if they’re as good as the tracks I’m going to post here, you’ll be hearing some more, I reckon.

The first track, here, I was convinced I had already heard, but is apparently an original by the man himself. I’m not meaning to say that it sounded like a copy, or anything, rather that it just sounded like such a languid, accomplished number that it felt like an old friend. I was actually convinced it was a Kevin Ayers song!

The second track is the one that sounds a fair bit like Davey Graham to me, a right little whirlwind.

The Moon’s A Balloon

Do What You Please

Can’t think this’ll be the last time I write about this feller…

Thought of thinking, but all I thought of was you…

I was wandering around in the maze that is Myspace this afternoon (which btw seems to be becoming actually more difficult to use. None of the search filters seem to be working any more – good work fellers!), and I found myself back on the Fuzzface page and noticed that there are two new downloads there. I’m hurt you never told me fellers! Pretty good tracks they are though…

The Autumnal

Sunday Morning

Fuzzface’s first single, “The Relegation Song”, is also out now and is available from Shifty Disco as a download. If you were cool enough to latch onto Fuzzface when I first mentioned them on here, you’d notice that this track was actually available for free on their Myspace page for a while, but for the princely some of 99p you can own it officially now.

Good band, give them your support, I say…

Now, it’s coming back to hunt me down, to haunt my thoughts, to fill my dreams

Pete David & the Payroll Union

It’s a good name, isn’t it? No, I don’t have a clue what it’s about, though you’d think there must be some sort of story there.

Feel a bit guilty about this post being quite a bit late, especially as Pete was good enough to send me his CD, and I’ve hung on to it for a couple of weeks already. I’m not really sure why it’s taken me so long, either (apart from all the obvious reasons), because these are good strong tracks in a determinedly old fashion style, sung in some cases like a mid-sixties politicised folkie.

In fact, the more I listen to and think about them, some of these tracks have a decidedly gothic feel to them that I’ve always found quite compelling. I don’t mean eye-liner and drinking-cider-on-the-steps-of-the-war-memorial sort of gothic – any Marilyn Manson foolish enough to stray onto these pages will be disappointed, I fear. It’s more a Southern Gothic, Tom Joad, sort of man-driven-to-despair-pursued-by-demons-type gothic. Good miserable stuff…

Pete David doesn’t yet have a website but his Myspace page has four downloads you can snag, and I’ve put two of them up here, both of them relentlessly, gut-churningly despondent in tone.[I’m using Savefile here for the first time, let me know if it’s not working for you…]

In the Dirt

The Trial of John Sacrifice

Probably not the sort of thing you really want to play your girlfriend… Give it a couple of evenings, at least, I’d say…

A Really Great Weekend

Have had a great weekend, although on the face of it, perhaps not as successful as I would have hoped…

On Friday night me and Josie went to Acoustica at The Guildhall, and had a really good evening, mainly because the company was so good. Finally met Martin the man behind the only other Gloucester blog that I’ve come across – Uprock Narratives and Unknown Pleasures, which was good. Also caught up with a very old friend of mine that I’ve not seen a lot of for ages, really good to see him.

The music was not quite as good – I didn’t really go for the Emily Maguire Band – I do find myself taking the most ridiculous prejudices at times. This evening it was the bass players’ dreads – all uphill from there, really. But I have to say she seemed to go down well, and she did have a certain stage presence.

The main part of the evening was dedicated to Martin Stephenson, of The Daintees fame. I remember borrowing an album by this guy in the eighties, so he must have been interesting to me then (though, tellingly, I didn’t tape it…). To be honest, the only thing I can remember about him then was that he wore some sort of homberg and included a song of support dedicated to a friend who had come out as a lesbian, which today sounds like a standard script from Grange Hill, but I remember raising an eyebrow at the time. (Hey, I’m from Gloucester, OK!)

It was actually Martin (the blogger) who’d recommended we get along to this evening, so I’m afraid he’s going to hate me for saying that I found Stephenson a bit frustrating. The man’s clearly extravagantly gifted with his guitar (I mean, really – the ease with which he could drift between different styles and play seemingly anything, it was really impressive) but I just wished he’d treated himself a little more seriously.

Now, I’m sure Stephenson fans will say that this is part of the man’s appeal, that he’s a modern-day troubadour, who just loves to entertain; but I just found his constant jokes and asides got on my nerves fairly quickly. I found myself wanting to hear a bit more music and little less banter. It was all a bit Mike Harding for me. (Again, though, I have to say he went down really well.)

[I have to mention the rugby as well. We lost but it was a quite outstanding game, the sort that you almost don’t mind losing, the Cherry & Whites having scored two of the best tries I think I’ve ever seen at Kingsholm, and came very close to winning. Really cracking entertainment. Check in at the Sports Desk for the full report…]

No new music to report (though there’s some in the pipeline), but I do have the April May digest of all the tracks featured in the past two months, if you’ve been having trouble getting some of these Myspace tracks.

April May

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