Wednesday, 15 June 2016

Braw Gigs Presents:

Blitzkrieg noise rock and electronics from West Yorkshire with some incredibly trebly guitar squeal blended in with grinding mini-drum chaos - set to self-destruct mode. Pretty much everyone I've spoken to who’s caught them live has sung non-stop praise for this Leeds duo, so I had to nab em before they end up getting a fancy pants booking agent.

Armed with one very plugged and coveted Demo EP (an album is in the making!) – they’ve been devastating eardrums down south and across Europe this past year, with an especially blinding set at the Kraak festival in Brussels, as well as countless hometown shows which read like the stuff of legend. Think Harry Pussy (at their most primal) with a wee dash of Rita, Sue and Bob too.

Waste Farm
Formally known as The Specimen and armed with a fandabydozey self-released tape and some dope support slots for KK Null, Makoto Kawabata, Sick Llama and Wolf Eyes over the last few years – expect synth murk and DEEP analogue dearth from Grant Smith (Muscletusk) and Graham Stewart (about a million bands). Sluggish/muddy electronics, creeping out of the subs evoking nauseous and altered states, perhaps the occasional brown note.

The dangerous and high frequency duo of Dora Doll (ex- Decaer Pinga) and derby crash queen, Rhian Thompson (CK Dexter Haven) who will be brandishing and honing their specialist form of outer sounds from an array of found objects and damaged electronics – if you caught them opening for Aaron Dilloway last October, anticipate more harrowing shrillness from the meanest ladies on the block.

Friday 24th June
Doors from 7.30pm
£5 entry (Pay on the door)
The Banshee Labyrinth, Edinburgh

Sunday, 28 February 2016

noises AND skating!!!!

I love this new piece we’ve written, said Julia. But I think it should be faster. How can we make it faster? Asked Fritz. Let’s put it on wheels, said Julia. Will it be able to go around corners? Asked Liene? Yes, said Julia.

Fast forward to April 2016 >>>>>

It’s Called Discharge

The New Performance by Asparagus Piss Raindrop for 6+ Roller Skaters and amplified Roller Rink. Semi conductor life lines of symmetry exceed centrifugal life boat love ins. Kind of Like the moment you noticed that Cole from Sunset Beach was in But I’m a Cheerleader but louder, faster, longer and with a flashback corner. But seriously: afforded the use of the Roller Stop Roller Disco for crypto conceptual science fiction anti climax music we will continue to push beyond all reasonable limits what live music performance can be. Now and forever.

Free after show skate taster session &/or free skate hire throughout the festival for attendees!

Easy access via Kinning Park / Shields Road Underground, Buses along Paisley Road West!!




Asparagus Piss Raindrop are a crypto conceptual science fiction anti climax band dedicated to pushing beyond all reasonable limits what live music performance can be. APR is formed from a dreadful, ever-expanding pool of performer / composer / improvisers from the Glasgow experimental music scene. The group‘s work arises from the questions; How can we do things otherwise? What musical forms arise from and inform our daily experience? Performances typically draw on such things as recycled children’s games, group therapy, shapeshifting, declarations of ridiculous texts, geology, architectural intervention, gender theory, site specificity and slug reproduction. APR have been commissioned to produce work by Tectonics Glasgow, Tectonics Iceland, Transmission Gallery Glasgow, Association CRIC in France and Supernormal Festival in Oxfordshire.

Asparagus Piss Raindrop is a buncha B-sides on heavy rotation

…stands alone with four heads, eight arms and a six pack

…runs for office on a platform made of mud.

…jacks into the darkside with dancing shoes and hair tonic.

…shows up for a teach-in at the drive-thru

…runs amok for uncanny incantations.
coming soooooon......

Giant Tank: traversing maps of weirdness and forbidden zones since 2000.

The BBC Scottish Symphony orchestra's former maestro trades in his tuxedo and baton for a heavy coat of improvisation weaved from one half of Hockyfrilla's sinewaves and a cattleprod charged with scuzz by the same Edinburgh free noise authority.

"Um, well ’cause I don’t really do that sort of thing anyway. But um, yeah, I don’t know. They don’t really do anything like that tonal or anything like that. So I mean yeah, I probably wouldn’t do that sort of thing anyway."

Can disciples of broken prattle and antiquated magnetic tape ever successfully shoehorn themselves from their lo-fidelity slacks and into the tight fitting chinos of a contemporary laptop apprentice or would their penchant for murk and sloth paunch give them away as dilettantes? Nikita says "It's all gone digital now, innit", but maybe we'll see about that.....

WED 6TH APR 2016.
The Safari Lounge, 21 Cadzow Place, Edinburgh, EH7 5SN .
Doors= 7:30pm. Cost= £5.

More bumf at:
TUSK were champion!

and comes with nice review ....
"Rhian Thompson of CKDH also has no trouble filling the room. Her set hits unprecedented volumes. With a constant drone of wind noise, she whisks all her sounds to crushing peak. What's so powerful about Thompson's set is she doesn't give a shit; she doesn't care that it's Saturday morning and light outside. She builds an epic darkness that echoes for the rest of the day."
teeth decay!

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

Fine times at the lovely old police house with good people.. also Rhodri and Mark were AMAZING!

Nice review from Tom Hollingworth and NARC.

If this jam put excitement and encouragement into the audience’s blood, Edinburgh’s Rhian Thompson concluded the bill by putting a chill back into it with an eerie piece complete with indistinct voices (wound and rewound live on a handheld tape recorder), klaxons, and doll rattles. With the daylight fading fast outside of the window, Thompson used these sounds, supported by synthesised drones and pedal notes, in an interrupted and less repetitive way; not allowing any certainty to establish itself in the mind of the listener. She concludes this instrumental, reaching the maximum tension, by sustaining a loud high-pitch feedback, defeating some listeners into shielding their cocleas. It has been another delectable edition to the history of Davies’ Hauskonzerts for sure.