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
Las Mitras@Spark York, June 2019 as part of Drawsome
Bull@Spark York, June 2019 as part of Drawsome
Bull, Fat Spatula and Las Mitras @ Spark, York Great and rainy day at Drawsome in York on Saturday. Fantastic bands, beautiful artwork and lovely people raising money for Bowel Cancer UK. Our thanks to all involved but especially Richard Corrigan, from the art collective dogeatcog, who organised the event. You can, and should, donate... Continue Reading →
The Quiff has been brooding and experimenting with musical equations, artistic variables and creative fractions from the past and present, squeezing all the factors into a complicated-looking formula to give birth to his latest monster baby 3 Rounds & A Sound - a seemingly simple ruse that quickly leads to frank discussion and raised voices.... Continue Reading →
Dear funk brothers and sisters, Another month has raced by as the Quiff has burrowed away in search of new musical delights. May’s mix embraces returning heroes Big Thief, Kate Tempest and Andrew Bird before being drawn onward by some new and beautiful faces. “Inventory” from the latest EP by Brighton’s Nature TV is a... Continue Reading →
In a New Delhi living room, five pairs of eyes are locked onto each other. Everything is silent but for the tapping of fingers, but for the whisper of lips as they count a beat. And then they sweep the world off its feet with a muddy, reverberating, sonorous jazz-infused fanfare that sounds as if... Continue Reading →
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