More abstract thoughts on the latest Bum Tapes release from Zach Kouns. ZACK KOUNS – Network and Circuitry of Nettles C34 Dark post-modern murder ballads and avant-garde pop are played out in a jumble of bongo-rhythms...
That’s it – I’m outta here. My job in Keynsham has ended and I am leaving. Here are a few thoughts on my time in this little patch of West Country Wild West:- Ugly Keynsham Most of the people in Keynsham are...
Maths Balance Volumes – Tried To Make A Call C11 Fractured vocal vignettes, broken organ melodies, squelchy stunted phrases and echoey grunted rhythms – Tried to Make a Call is a tonic to a shrinking world where everybody...
Some abstract thoughts on one of several new releases from the mighty Bumtapes. Find it, buy it, love it. Drunjus – Master Tree Finder C52 Tangible and guttural, this narrative of basslines, brown notes, and whispered...
I have started a new job as a receptionist for a firm of solicitors in Keynsham. Keynsham is a strange place; a village located in the nothingness between Bath and Bristol. It has a fairly rundown high street, a Cadbury’s...
The answer is yes, I’m still here, and yes, it’s still the shittest most absurd job ever. Me and Martin have settled into a fairly comfortable routine of not even attempting to converse with each other. Instead Martin opts...
I have been looking for work in Bristol for over a month. I have queued up in sweaty recruitment agencies, trawled the internet job sites for eternities, written covering letters dripping and limp with bullshit, printed a...
There is a fete at the Territorial Army Centre just round the corner from our flat on Saturday. I’m excited as it will hopefully provide the opportunity to buy picture frames for the photographs and paintings that sit around...
I don’t have internet in my flat yet and I imagine it will be some time until I do. At the moment, I am using library computers. The man next to me now is wearing very old fashioned headphones; the foam earpieces are...
I found this piece of graffiti at the bottom of the hill near my old college in Swindon, which is incidentally now boarded up and spewing out asbestos and shards of glass on a regular basis. I like it a lot. For...