Crumbling Ghost’s rough hewn debut is a glorious mess of Seventies British prog structures, needling Krautrock jams, gut-churning doom metal riffs, and spritely modal English folk tunes. Perhaps there’s too many sketchy instrumentals, and second guitarist John Mosley’s occasional vocals are somewhat tentative, but The Collector, sounding like the German space-heads Amon Düül 2 playing…
This month’s in-depth investigation into the state of British music journalism concerns opposite attitudes towards the oft-derided debating forum that is the online comment community The idea of giving music journalists prizes is obviously ridiculous. Is going to gigs for free with an outside chance of standing next to Everett True not reward enough for…
In 1987, Rolling Stone declared The Silos America’s Best New Band. A quarter of a century on the wider world remains unconvinced, the group carry the ‘Big In Germany’ curse, and Florizona’s sleeve depicts the American Dream as an airbrushed fantasy. Walter Salas-Humara’s romantically wrecked voice growls lyrics indulging the usual Alt Country ennoblement of…