Greetings soul sisters and brothers, It’s been a little while since we were last here but, don’t fear, the months have been suitably wasted, decadently wallowing in melancholic bliss, ragged raucous glory and slinking, sinking disquiet. Between the steady old hands of Bonny Light Horseman and Africa Express lies a cavalcade of spectacular new... Continue Reading →
Berlin-based New Yorker Lord Youth has been quietly impressing the Quiff since 2014. His sonorous baritone and cloudy, wistful melancholia are a fiery drink in an empty bar on a cold night, scratching the back of your throat and warming your soul. His latest release, the Bildungs Roman EP, is one of our favourites of... Continue Reading →
Dear octave obsessors, Better late than never, Dr. Quiff is here with his October dose of musical medicine. There’s so much to love on this month’s mix. Seattle’s Béret brings his eloquent, minimalist post-punk blues to the party. Fade Out the World is taken from his 3rd album, Jesus White, which is worth a listen... Continue Reading →
At some arbitrary point, I regret everything I say Between a dull mind and a loose tongue Lie the tricks of memory So I’m thankful for your forgetfulness Thankful for each new day Very Good are an 8-piece collective from Brooklyn led by Sean Cronin. Stylistically, they're hard to pin down (think minimalist post-folk,... Continue Reading →
The B-Side opens with a new track from the ever wonderful Mark Mulcahy. Delicate, gorgeous and subversive, Wicked World is the opening track from his latest album The Gus (which has an accompanying book for those of you who dig a literary aside). He’s still on tour currently and having caught him at “The Brudenell”... Continue Reading →
Dear aural addicts, The long, wet summer has passed and with the turning of the season comes the call to work. The Quiff apologises for the absence, he has no excuse beyond the need for a little recuperation time, and, like a cat dropping a dead bird at your backdoor, proffers a gift in recompense for... Continue Reading →
Dear indie idealists, As we sway, punch-drunk, into the final rounds of Brexit - undemocratically selected potential leaders whispering promises of jam tomorrow into our bruised and bleeding ears - Quiff has decided to retreat to the garden with a pair of headphones and pretend none of it is really happening. After all, perception is... Continue Reading →
The first half of June in Leeds has been dominated by wet socks, blue lips and grumpy faces, shiny streets reflecting the low and heavy clouds in pond-sized puddles. Calm oceans that look like magnified rain drops, melting together to a torrent of tristesse. Gloomy creatures pulling their hoods up hastily while eschewing their obstacles.... Continue Reading →
Fat Spatula@Spark York, June 2019 as part of Drawsome
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