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Interview: Babblin, Celebration.

…test full-length effort, Albumin; next, they return to London to play The Shacklewell Arms alongside Bella Union labelmates Landshapes, so here we are, stuck in the middle with an interview. Ford and I in fact conversed late on last month, midway through a “gorgeous” week back home in Baltimore. Summer, so Ford then informed, is her “favourite time of year – I’m just happy that it’s not winter”, but Albumin – an album bristling with real warmth –…So on & so forth…

Interview: Solar on the Rise, Tennis.

Prior to playing Hackney’s Oslo last month, it had been “two years almost” since Alaina Moore’s Tennis last washed up on these shores. “It’s been a really long time, but we needed it” she admits, visibly fresh-faced – her spindly, nigh on infantile figure now tattooed with spaceships that fall out from her sleeves and fly down her forearm. We begin, as so many reviews and career retrospectives have tended so to do, with Cape Dory – she and hubby…So on & so forth…

Interview: Let’s Grow, Gulp.

Every day, when I wake up, I thank the Lord I’m Welsh and rarely have I done so more frequently than of late although, to come absolutely clean, I in fact spoke with Guto Pryce of Gulp last winter. As the lengthening days have since strung themselves out to dry, becoming increasingly busy all the while, only now – with the release of he and (both musical and marital) partner Lindsey Leven’s début full-length, Season Sun due – do I find time to l…So on & so forth…

Interview: Hangin’ On, Sean Nicholas Savage.

It would take a far more psychoanalytical mind than mine to unravel the enigma that is Sean Nicholas Savage. However, even one as unimaginative as that which calls my cranium home will be able to readily appreciate the surreal, if rarely cerebral balladry that has become Savage’s stock-in-trade. His stock continues to rise with his every release, not least with his sublime Other Life of last year and the similarly impressive Bermuda Waterfall of…So on & so forth…

Interview: This Is My Hand, My Brightest Diamond.

Bearing the burden that is “a little cold, in the heat” of a London July, Shara Worden – pseudonym My Brightest Diamond – sits nursing a warm beverage at the window of Vagabond, Stroud Green Road. The incessant stream of cars outside, largely blurred into one homogeneous, metallic clump as each is refracted through moistened air, seems a world away from the oneiric realms in which Worden’s music resides. Indeed, her every body of work feels not…So on & so forth…

Interview: Walking Into The Wilderness, Gruff Rhys.

Chances are that if you’ve even a transitory interest* in the more independent end of the contemporary music spectrum, then you’ll be well aware of Gruff Rhys. And, in light of the fact that the sometime Super Furry Animal – itself an endangered species, lest we forget – commands enduring adulation among those that know and, by and large, love him, you’ll likely be cognisant of one John Evans also. An ostensibly distant relative of Gruff himself…So on & so forth…

Interview: The One[s] I Love, Blonde Redhead.

It’s mid-afternoon, toward the middle of August, and the day after Blonde Redhead’s The One I Love – a third to come from this week’s Barragán full-length – first emerged. Nonetheless, the line connecting myself and the band’s polymathic lead guitarist, Amedeo Pace, is patchy at best. “It’s a little muffly” he bemoans, although Barragán has resonated both far and wide with nothing, if not unerring crystallinity. A weird, and recurrently wonderfu…So on & so forth…

Ariel Pink, Put Your Number In My Phone.

“I always wanted to get into rock music so I could cover up my real personality, change my voice, and create a false self to hide behind” says Ariel Pink in his latest concertedly polemic Pitchfork interview, this time with Larry Fitzmaurice. And while he later goes on to make such inflammatory comments as, “When I walk down the street at night, I’m no less vulnerable or scared than a girl” and, “Like, you guys can burn me on the stake for…So on & so forth…

Review: Lana Del Rey, Ultraviolence.

From allusions to noxious addiction to impolitic, self-important soundbites (namely last week’s grammatically contemptible, “I wish I was dead already”, from Tim Jonze’s landmark Guardian interview), Lizzy Grant – alias Lana Del Rey, and this distinction has, debatably, never been of greater importance than it is now – seems hell-bent on courting controversy. Having been notoriously ignored, under different guises, for years, her yearning for in…So on & so forth…

Review: My Brightest Diamond, This Is My Hand.

Shara Worden – pseudonym My Brightest Diamond – may well have ‘recorded and performed with The Decemberists (as “The Queen” on their album [The] Hazards of Love) and Sufjan Stevens’ albums Illinoise and The Age of Adz’, as Wikipedia (relatively) reliably informs. But glittering as Worden’s illustrious curriculum vitae may be, as she releases her fourth original full-length – This Is My Hand, this is now high time that she came to become both kno…So on & so forth…