program loaded into the evening Sunday, the club announced three neo-folk artists cataloged. Kiss the Anus
Of A Black Cat
In April 2009, VK, you cross the last time the black cat's path.
Since the beast has given birth to a new album in Zealrecords 'hewer of wood and drawers of water'. At 20h the quartet
Ghent is the position (Stef Irritant (vocals, guitar, banjo)-Rik De Maré (guitar, organ, vocals)-Matthias Debusschere (bass, vocals)-Jonathan Callens (drums, percussion, vocals), ready to leave his claws and attack us with his psych folk cryptic.
'Wander & waiver of a downtempo chanted by friends / cats in right Stef beard, it Scratch'N a banjo. Irritant
takes over, it can not miss, the specter of David Eugene Edwards hovers over our skulls.
'Feathers of The Wings of the Angel Gabriel'': this cat has searched the home pharmacy and swallowed all the pills multicolored feathers of the angel (he ate) flutter to the rhythm of acid folk with haunting dark accents become encrusted in your compass.
'All the heroes run in armor, medieval, prophetic and mystical, embossed with a xylophone and a light organ sound Ray Manzarek. The heavy
'Harrow' sees Stef abandon the banjo for a guitar. His mimicry of
frightening hermit lived remind you to 'good' memory of Charles Manson demonic.
Five minutes of respite, I present the combo in Esperanto and notifies you that is not the Monty Python but Kiss the Anus of a Black Cat!
'Taking the auspices of an incantation to bring walking creatures in a state of trance sacral: kiss the ass of the cat might lead you in hotline at stake and you'll end up like Joan of Arc. The
titletrack 'hewer of wood and drawers of water' a perverse medieval chant, begun by the solo hairy.
The heady and vibrant 'and Magneto Argonaut' is not Bob & Bobette and English ghost!
The recitative 'Veneration' ultimately ending the striking black mass. Kiss the Anus of
a Black Cat is a shamefully underrated band, this concert proves it shiny again.
In less than two, we cleared the scene of cat hair and Ryan Francesconi, armed with an acoustic, settled on a seat as austere as his face Franciscan monk.
Francesconi has the surname of Alpine, the guitarist, lover of little queen, comes from Portland, Oregon.
The AB has been placed in the drawer neo-folk (and he turned on recordings with / Joanna Newsom), is willing, but the love of Bela Bartok frolics rather neo-classical trend ambient soundscapes.
We threw six instrumental tracks, probably from his CD 'Parables', showing a masterly skill. Inspired
Hispanic, Bulgarian, Macedonian, Greek ... The stylish suites allow an ear to listen.
course in a lush garden, a glass of Galician Albariño handy while discussing the merits of Messi or Ronaldo, while the ladies are busy with the dishes, it would be devilishly enjoyable.
We repeated many times, love the pedal, Vincent offering to finish the evening with Mom, rue des Grands Carmes, and we will play in the final set, a Balkan folk, the taste of goulash not too spicy. Wooden Wand
A magic wand of Lexington, Kentucky, dipped in a bottle of Jack Daniels. James Jackson Toth
, aka Wooden Wand is prolific, over 25 albums, with backing band the Vanishing Voice, under name or WAND recently Wooden Wand. The last plate
'Death Seat "date of October 2010 and released on the label of Michael Gira (no coincidence). You
ranges on which shelf?
choice: dark folk, alt.country, Americana, psychedelic folk ...
we go, friends?
Hello, how are you doing, do you like my tuxedo, I just bought the Little Things.
Okay, after the cleric rigid, grinning tramp ...
'Servant to Blues' good work of singer / songwriting with hints Jagger / Richards singing the blues disillusioned.
Raw, unadorned, and a stamp of guy who had the green and unripe.
'Arriving' Americana sobre ballad, as poignant as the best Townes Van Zandt. A country song
inspired Bukowski, you live in a rotten corn, a shithole, Knoxville style you dressing in a van and you shave every morning cold while watching the spiders on the ceiling:
'Shaving cold'!
A shot of hooch to forget this dark chapter of my happy existence.
By the way, who can explain what it means all those flies found in your pispots, I thought I was suffering from delirium tremens.
A title in 2006, 'Rolling One Sun Blues' close Loner or Robyn Hitchcock.
'The Arc': A friend broke me for ages, when will you write a song for me?
Not sure he'll love this country ... the tearful house you live in is falling apart ... Dylan-inspired 1964.
'Bobby' I wanted to call 'No more friend requests, please' but Myspace, everyone who cares now.
Sorry, should I place my toys, I told you one?
The two blind men tapping.
You know how to stop boxing? You
mouths: $ 5, the guy with a dagger.
I note said Pirette! And
'Bobby'?
A whiner.
'Hotel Bar' a slow autobiographical, as fourteen.
It is clear that the good James is more accustomed to frequent shady bars that elegant tea salons. The
titletrack the latest, 'Death Seat' does not steeped in complacency.
shit, hangovers, and remorse ... the guy knows.
Another joke and then 'The Mountain', slow, melancholic and captivating downtempo smelling the soundtrack of a feature film featuring Henry Fonda. A smart little
suggests another joke and this guy, specializing in black folk, running before proposing 'Spitting At The Camera' in the fireside folk tradition.
is almost time curfew, this is my last narrative 'Babylon the Great', Dylan's pure juice. See you
, Brussels!
Brussels, which wants an encore and get!
'Tiny Confessions', hoping that it's not Reverend Roger Vangheluwe who received the confession of sins.
Wooden Wand: a cool guy, a songwriting rooted in tradition, a concert casual, but not about screaming genius!
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