Demos Cost Lives: #6
seconds and one oval electronic pulse in and I'm a vector lover
too. (Oh yes, there was always a Battlezone element to my taste
in music.) Disco-Botnik puts it so much more succinctly than I ever
could. Its trance at disco speed with Kraftwerk sensibilities.
Disco. And. Robotic. Its transmitted on the leg frequency
the one that temporarily disengages the connections between
brain and bottom half and I look like I need my medication,
rolling around on this chair propelled by flailing lower limbs.
Thankfully theres no-one else here to share this vision. Except
Lymes are from Norwich.. The Lymes had conceived the premise by
which The Truman Show work by the age of Six.. They are inspired
by both absent friends and the rock and roll ideal. Occasionally
naïve and always destructive this ideal may be, it remains
their only release." If I was The Lymes Id take up masturbation.
As a release its at least as satisfying as making a demo on
which the best track, Nausea, is nothing like as good as Janes
Addiction. Masturbation has the additional benefit, from my point
of view, that The Lymes are unlikely send recordings of themselves
doing it to r+eb, 133 Green End Rd, Cambridge, CB4 1RW. www.thelymes.com
if Tom sent any paperwork with his demo its long since vanished
into The Void. Fortunately, if I was going to take the piss I would
have no compunction about making something up on his behalf. Unfortunately,
Im not going to have the opportunity because, fortunately,
Toms demo is pretty good. Three tracks of varied breakbeats
that could slot in at the intelligent end of big beat or the faster
end of trip hop and one anonymous techno time-waster going by the
anonymous name of Another Day. Note to the Parlophone A&R department
who seem to email everyone I praise in this column: when you get
Toms demo, Another Day is the one youll want for the
Venetian Gold Merchant CDR
you could earn the Demo of the Month prize on name alone, Ewawoowa
would be a dead cert. (If there was a Demo of the Month prize.)
If you could win the Drum Fetishist of the Year award on the basis
of snare intensity, clarity and frequency, Ewawoowa would be a dead
cert. (If there was a Drum Fetishist of the Year award.) If you
could pick up an Oscar for Soundtrack Waiting For a Film on the
back of the spookiest vocoder, the most intriguing melody and the
crucialist beats this side of Daft Punks "unreleased
and experimental" DAT archive, Ewawoowa would be a dead cert.
(If there was etc etc.) There isnt. So lets just say
this craps all over everything else you will hear on demo this month.
(Except the Vector Lovers. And Karmadillo.) Andrew.G.Watson@btinternet.com
European Wildcat CDR
bands learn from this: Triad tried. Sending a photocopy of a page
ostensibly from Careless Talk with a review of them on it was a
slice of genius. Making the review a gushing stream of hyperlatives
("getting families of sperm whales grooving") was a touch
of forgeronic class and circling it in red was the icing on the
cake. They wouldve got away with too, if they hadnt
used a page with a review by me on it. If you want me to think youve
been reviewed in our mag, choose a page Im not likely to have
looked at. (Im so vain, you know I think this song is about
me.) The title track is the one to go for here, a frazzled half-French
acid trip played by a trio of long-haired psychedelic groovers riding
a lava stream down the side of an ejaculating volcano at sunset
on a planet far out in space and time. Comes in a sandpaper sleeve.
Discovery Music, 7 Litchdon Street, Barnstaple, North Devon, EX31
When The Sun Comes Up CDR
course, he wasnt called Karmadillo when I last knew him. Before
he went to Guyana for two years he was just (plain) Rishi and he
played in metal bands. Now hes rishistar and hes Karmadillo
and hes a charango-playing one-man-band and hes written
a clutch of songs and recorded them in an afternoon in Camberley.
A charango? You know those tiny guitars with huge heads that all
the Peruvian pan-pipe bands have? Thats a charango. Its
traditionally made out of an armadillo shell. Its not traditionally
used to accompany vulnerable lo-fi pop songs. But it should be.
Warm Traumas, Incitement 2 Excitement CDR
up 2 ya scene" are the text-literate greetings sent by The
Warm Traumas. Barely literate, I say, but theyre certainly
past masters of assonance. (For those of us with flat vowels, that
is a gag.) And theyre not so bad at the spiky guitar thing
either. Magnetophone is the kind of gorgeous noise that so many
punks would give their third chord for. The other five tracks are
breakneck jerkcore at the junction of post-rock and punk-rock. They
incited, Im excited. Big up 2 thr scene. www.geocities.com/thewarmtraumas.
is a good one: "Rock band Traci66 formed in the summer of 2001..
After forming, Traci66 started writing and rehearsing.." As
opposed to most bands who form and then embark on a round the world
water ski expedition with only Penguin biscuits for sustenance?
For fucks sake. I mean, yes, these are bands sending a demo
to a music magazine, not aspiring journos entering The Guardian
Young Ponce of the Year, but if someone recorded a soundtrack for
this column, I'd listen to it before sending it off. Have I given
you a clue? For the record, Traci66 are a half-decent rock band
in the autumn of 2002. After listening to Faith No More they listened
to Janes Addiction. www.traci66.com