Wednesday, 20 April 2011

read issues 1 and 2 (if you can)

I have attempted to put editions 1 and 2 together on Yudu.  You can see them here but the quality of their reproduction is not great and there's a hulking advert on the first page (the price of the free option) and I find the zoom difficult to control.  Other than that....

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Lucy Wan

O Come all ye - the first small copies of Lucy Wan, Cabin'd Cribb'd Confin'd No.1, modelled on old 'strip' broadsides (see left), have been slipped in between certain CDs in certain CD racks in certain shoppes in ye city of Glasgow.  If you see one, let us know!  More will follow when none is loking, and I hope to get rid of some at the upcoming Unthanks/Trembling Bells gig at the Arches.  All free.
If you can't, email me & I'll send you the pdf file for you to cutte out and kepe your own copy.
Ready soon, hard on its heels, will be No.2, Under A Thorn Ther Is A Springe.

Folk Suburb is old song and suburb, suburb & old song; but recognising that song and word sneak acrosses borders - no Soil & Sense here!

Friday, 25 March 2011

Blue Bottle: Lucian Taylor & The Folk Suburb

The incantating Hill Of Dreams (Arthur Machen), in a 1920s edition with hand cut, and gold edged, pages.  I like gold & silver edged pages as much as the next man.

Taylor's little blue bottle (supplied, I presume, by the mysterious country doctor, Dr Burrows) inspired wanderings first transforming his petty country town into an ancient meditteranean port, and then, in a hellishly wintry naptha and gas lit London, making fantastic the joining and interconnecting of suburb and the country: the last 20 or 30 pages of madness, suburban roads and houses twisting in and out, interrupted by and into lanes, farms, weird trees and hollows: for sure the stuff of Folk Suburb's more outlandish broken fields.  And terrifying.  And some of the finest writing of meadowsweet and footpaths.

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Witches Music: Trembling Bells 'The Constant Pageant'

Nine o'clock & my child drinking her bedtime milk calls down "can you turn that down - its giving me the creeps.  It's witches music."
This sound is awe making.  Music of the dark country and low lanes.
I give this long player 10 out of 5: 'tis musick.