for all and none is... 290818

time to be. personal.

have come to realise exactly what i am not trying to do here. as much as i (finally) believe music from the empty quarter was an important magazine, serving tremendous purpose at the time in publishing a space for many areas of music which were very little mentioned back then, for all and none has no intention - or need - to try and mirror or recreate that weighty tome. the deadhead words here shall purely focus on sounds, text and film which are currently affecting in a pleasurable, positive, often influential way. i have no interest in reviewing negatively. in fact as i've been reading through issues of mfteq it has been revelatory to read many bad words under titles i now consider work i couldn't possibly live without. so, on this basis if you happen to be kind enough to send material please don't be offended if no full piece appears. i really don't consider myself that good a writer to simply roll-off-the-tongue about others' and time being a factor i like to live with something for a while first before blurbing. dl's are even burned to cd just to feel something physical. yeah, i'm an odd, old fucker! i shall endeavour to at least list with a couple of sentences in selected ambience though, but, above everything i can't review everything. at some point i need to put some effort into the art again which has been neglected for too many years. as previously stated this is not an archive but it is my self-driving vehicle to create. watch yourselves, there may be hand signals... a thumbs-up if you share of course.

selected ambience:

birdengine the crooked mile [the magical whirl(d) of lawry joseph tilbury. like a one-man riot in a small velvet-lined tin, whilst wearing comfy slippers. think antony helter-skeltered on folk-popping-acid trips] chris carter's chemistry lessons volume one : erland cooper solan goosecreep show mr dynamite : cuts exist / dream voyager : lonelady nerve up [sprawling, round-eged, industrial glasspaper funk? or, angular postpunk with nods to 2x45 era cabs? both, with added soulful vox] : richard luke voz [spatious piano and strings soundtracks to cool the constant worry of global warming and other human effecting tragedies] : map 71 gloriosa [hard-edged poetics spun through a web of percussion and noise. d&v would be the closest but nothing like...] : mudhoney superfuzz bigmuff [pleasure-caked-in-dirt rawk and songwriting which always raises a hearty smile. not even going to mention grunge]  eric random words made flesh [unrivalled gentleman of electronic pop with a brilliant-white can of (r)evolving highly cultured moveable tunes painting the light from darkness] : reptilicus crusher of bones [danceable movement, strangled voice, screaming densely inside a massive rhythmic web. and from there reptilicus draws vice-like] salford electronics communique no.2 [an intense and obsessional listen. civilisations' overloaded soundscapes to explore endlessly] : xordox neospection [jim thirlwell's pure electronic dazzle-ships. a full locked-on sequential feast rocketing headlong and merging with sounds of the cosmos] : xqui wyrmling [play the elephant table album to re-familiarise yourself with it. play it backwards. then, all 21 tracks via 21 turntables at the same time and you might get some idea of this delightful schizophrenic ep]

jb barrington woodchip anaglypta and nicotined artexed ceilings : battle of soho [documents the destruction of soho and other cultural enclaves. society's fabrics ripped apart by ultra-capitalist greed. especially affecting the lgbt community. the wonderful, late johnny deluxe tells it as someone so very needs to] : cosey fanni tutti art sex music [acclaimed autobiography. inspirational performer, musical seamstress, industrial heroine, passionate gardener and wonderful human being]

 

In November 2014 the Iconic club Madame Jojo's closed its doors. This event is interpreted by many as the death knell of Soho. The closure of this historic venue which premiered some of London's most bizarre, daring and offbeat nightlife for more than half a century is seen by many as an unprecedented cultural catastrophe.