Data's Cat (2012)
Temple of Wounds
The Death of the Enlightenment Project (2010)
Movement and Drama 2
Ray Reagan and the RayGuns
Ray Reagan and the RayGuns (2010)
"Social punk at its
best? I’d certainly think so. This LP has lain hidden in some grimy
basement for nearly 30 years until given a release by the marvellous Pumf
Records. It’s an interesting, occasionally very funny release; set over
a swampy mash up of then-current musical styles and attitudes, all tinged
with an acid-head outlook. (And some of the synths are very hippy it must
be said). To say that this record is a faithful chronicle of alternative
life in the eighties is something I’m less certain of stating, but for
sure it’s a personal one; vivid, and empirical as well as often being a
banner for standard punk concerns. I’m sure they liked Crass.
"Ray Reagan sounds
extremely original . . . a lost classic! . . . would've bought it then if
it existed. Read the whole inlay . . . some sounds very familiar! Thumbs
up for releasing this!"
"As cult bands go, this
one must be up there with the greats. Pretty much unknown in the late 70s
/ early 80s this re-mastered album has come about after Reagan found the
mastertape 'in my attic when I was clearing out some rubbish'.
Surprisingly it's pretty good - a mish mash of post punk, ska and even
psychedelia - though he can't remember much about it".
owners will be familiar with the experience of the long overdue attic
clearout. The process generally reveals junk such as old toys and faulty
electrical appliances that ought to have been disposed of 20 years ago. In
Ray Reagan’s case, it has allowed him to rediscover the master tapes to
his long forgotten album which is at worst a curiosity and at best a minor
and the RayGuns was excellent, it made me think of the following things -
Chaos Theory and the Mandelbrot set. Mathematically inclined biologists
puzzling the strange geometry of nature whilst rafting up the Orinoco
river. Lynsey de Paul lingering briefly in various empty
launderettes and massage parlours clutching a copy of 'Here Come the Warm
Jets' by Brian Eno. Remembering a period in 1973 when I
slept in a rabbit hutch for 3 months."
the eggnog variations
the melodramatic monkey (2009)
"The follow up album to
this one is titled Bing-Bong! . . . Amusement . . . Finished. It's
available direct from the monkey himself, and it's by far the best album
I've not yet heard."
the taurus board (2009)
This album could have been
released at least three years earlier, easily.
I guess we should simply be grateful that it made it in the end. Praise
"After waiting over 3 bloody years for an album by the taurus board, pStan finally sends us two copies, one each for myself (Andy Martin) and Luc Tran. As I’ve ventured away from dance / rave / techno recently and into free jazz and progressive rock, Luc has become the primary champion of the genre of music represented by this outfit. The review that follows is by myself and Luc; we are both here listening to it early on Monday afternoon, 7th December 2009, in my flat so there’s likely to be a fight (which Luc will win, obviously).
PES JE ZLO
E MO DAIDI NIOS MO NA DO DAIDI
A SI EL NACIOLISME A L’INTERNACIONALISME
ARE THE ABORIGINES HERE
then – this is Luc Tran with Andy Martin signing
off. If you haven’t bought this album yet – DO IT! It’s worth every
penny of your hard earned. Really, it is – this isn’t just retro
sounds by people who want it to be 1995 again – this is NOW music,
taking rave culture into the 21st century."
A Lane In Spain-Fox Trot
Haddenham One Orchestra with vocal chorus (2009)
"You wouldn't believe
where inspiration for some of these recordings came from!"
The Style Pigs (2008)
"To give you a rough idea,
here are some Style Pigs lyrical snippets:
The Immaculate Confection
Mrs. Cakehead (2006)
"Mrs. Cakehead has tided me
through many otherwise-glum hours with his trademarked
Bacup reggae vibes. I can't imagine any but the most po-faced of listeners
not enjoying the wigged-out-on-homebrew lyrics & inspired choruses of
"Don't need to beg for a pickled egg" etc. And even they will
have to give in to the wall of bass. Mrs C is another Perfectly Pumf
Performer - buy his music & then zip on down to http://www.myspace.com/mrscakehead
to meet the man, the legend".
The Future is Esoteric - The Best of Martoc
undiscovered genius of English eccentricness sits right in
there on the Pumf roster. Why hadn't it happened before? pStan should list
the titles on his website to give a good idea of the psychedisized pop
explosion herein. The best pop is always created by those you can't get an
Orgasmic Death (2004)
"I was visiting Faslane
Peace Camp (outside a nuclear submarine base on the west coast of Scotland)
for a few days, sometime around late 1984. In the communal caravan, next to
the battered old ghetto blaster, was a ragbag collection of assorted
cassettes (left behind by a ragbag collection of assorted people). Most of
these cassettes were without covers or boxes, and many were without labels.
A friend and I decided to try playing some; one of these unmarked cassettes
was the Orgasmic Death tape. (The name of the band is mentioned in one of
the soundbites). I was very impressed with the tape, but nobody at the camp
knew anything about it. I asked a few people if there were any objections to
me taking it, but nobody seemed to be that bothered – so off I went with
the cassette. To this day I haven’t been able to find out anything about
Some Rotting Vegetable Sessions
Christ + Satan (2004)
No other information available
“. . . The Cosmic Earth
(part 2) . . . I tried it today with the windows and door open and the
outside ambient sounds were working perfectly with the composition; even a
fly’s wing buzzing into the kitchen seemed to be at the correct level.
Zen or what? . . .”
Yximalloo (1989; re-release 2003)
"Naofumi Ishimaru, the man behind this act, visited Pumf
Records HQ for short stays on two occasions in the late 1980's, links
having been forged between Japan and Blackpool over several years correspondence. During
one of these stays Nao and Stan recorded a peculiar little piece of music together, titled
Peter's Back. It was written around Nao's guitar riff, and vocal melody sung in vowel
sounds loosely based on both English and Japanese. Stan invented words to fit afterwards .
. . it was originally destined to be part of the 'Stan Batcow plus guest musicians'
recording series, but was in fact deemed worthy of inclusion on a Howl in the
Typewriter release. Naofumi most notably took Yximalloo to
notoriety when they played a gig 'live at the lavatory' in Honda's factory in Japan -
"We had the gig at the male lavatory in Honda's factory on 4th-July-'81. The audience
was not so many. But we did. After 3rd tune, the guardmen came and stopped the
electricity. That's all. Well, we don't say <Buy Honda!> or <Don't buy
The Silent Light
Killy Dog Box (2003)
"Killy Dog Box as mixed by Stan
Batcow . . . over a track lasting a full hour and ten minutes. Which is
usually enough to have me running to the hills waving my arms about like my
hair's on fire . . . but after about ten minutes submerged into the bleak
minimalist tones of KDB I was won over and lasted its entirety.
Eggs, Beans and Mayonnaise
The Pre-War Busconductors (2003)
"This is a lot like a
more together version of the Keaston Pils and other home-knitted bands.
The thing is, this was recorded between 1980 - 1982, which is over 20
years ago - which makes this somehow seminal! I once heard a tape of very
early Fall, and they sounded even more 'bedroom' than this lot. (I
recognise the name Laurence Burton from somewhere - did he used to run a
tape label, and look like Dr. Who?) Yes, this is definitely of historical
importance - The Pre-War Bus Conductors are the grand-daddies of TreeWireHead
and the Keaston Pils. Also, comparing this to similar stuff, it's
surprising that the sound quality is often better than the similar stuff
that's being put out today, and this was recorded in the 1980's! (Lo-fi
bands take note - you've got no excuse for poor sound quality)."
Valley where the Moon Sleeps - Critical Netherworks of John Bartles
A Day in the Life
Stream Angel, Neil Campbell and Stewart Walden (2002)Also features Kyp Highbury and William Clark
Four Hundred Rabbits
War Drum (2002)"It was inevitable that War Drum and Pumf would meet someday. The mainman behind the project has been an unsung hero of the UK tape underground for 20 years, working with acts like Konstruktivists and Academy 23 amidst too many other musical, publishing and artistic ventures to count. You'll never find a barcode on War Drum's products - this is music done for the love of it, not for the sake of fame or lucre. This sampler cassette features the best of four previous releases - War Drum No. 1, War Drum by War Drum, Fatu Hiva and La Quinta Trecena. Immaculately crafted and getting more from a four-track recording set-up than Radiohead could from a 96-track studio in the Maldives."
- Laurence Burton
The Desperate Accountant Tapes
Take one lovelorn obsessive chap, one carefree disinterested woman, and the cassette recorder that brings them both together . . . this is a surefire recipe for enthralling, voyeuristic listening. Also includes: two nearing-redundancy women, distraught (or possibly relieved?) at being cast on the scrap heap; a peek into the world of the (usually) anonymous or erroneous answerphone message; an overwhelmingly logical monologue about freedom of expression, authority and situations of conflict; and a sixth-form studenty recital of a play, complete with narrative concerning the recording process.
This album contains crazed electronic jamming sessions extremely similar to most of their other recordings and therefore a huge, dirty, stolen, arythmal rhythmic sound, a crazy indecipherable technodreambox of surreality and insomnia that will leave you gibbering (and screaming for more).
"How the fuck these two hippies manage
to create such a pounding, shrieking, atonal (but goddamn intriguing) racket with only a
pair of computers is beyond me."
Invite you to Chew on your Yeasty Bits
Words fail to communicate the gargantuan stupidity behind Treewirehead (this is a huge compliment). The tracks on this compilation were taken from four of their albums: Treewirehead, Satan's Biscuit Oddessey, Expose their Gums and Veni Vidi Silly. Their Treewirehead album has an insert, headed "Spoon!" which continues, "We need contaminated soap on the BBC even though it later emerged in Gyles Brandreth as a large oily gentleman likes of Elton John. The Department of Transport and grotesquely- named footwear acknowledges that deceptively simple children of the current century can be protected against EJACULATION by firmly grasping the erect penis of daily reality." The music sounds very much like this.
are . . . delightfully silly. I kind of get where they're coming from (lo-fi
homemade bands) and whilst I've long harboured a suspicion that perhaps
those kind of things might only be fun to the people that make them, this
tape does indeed work, and is fun to my ears - so perhaps I'll have to
revise my theory. It sort of shouldn't work (because all it is, if one
wants to be reductionist, is lunatic stoned / drunk ramblings over
homemade instrumentation) but, against all the odds, it does. It's great. God
Eggs indeed! Stand out tracks are Michael the Raccoon, and Illuminati.
Fainting Memories of Lancashire Hotpot
(various artists, 1995)
Features Crayola Summer, Colgates, Shrinkwrapped Genious and Treewirehead
This sampler cassette of Inner Psyche Productions recording artistes was a simultaneous release with Katzenjammer, a Pumf Records sampler cassette on the IPP label. In the booklet accompanying Katzenjammer, Crayola Summer writes, "Pumf! is very important! Pumf! made me start IPP! How much more important can you get?" - Well . . . Cor, Blimey!
"When God descends to earth on
judgement day, demanding to know 'who did that fucking stupid tape?', [this pair] will
either hang their heads in shame, or at least look a little sheepish. This is a cassette
of two blokes who should probably know better, making a noise in the general direction of
a gas powered tape recorder. [The songs] are just so majestically stupid that you're
forced to listen closely, through the hiss and distortion, in order to fully appreciate
the shoddy magnificence of this badly drawn monolith. The outstanding song is
with its catchy chorus of 'It's easy to have fun when you're a moron' . . . Morons
could, with the right promotion, be the next big Ibiza anthem. It wouldn't even need much
studio tweaking, just a big sound system in the right time and place."
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