Man of Lists Profile – PulcoMusic.com
A while back my good friend Pulco aka Ash Cooke asked me to take a couple of poems that he’d recorded and destroy them.
This I did, and they’re appearing on an album along with the far more musical efforts by other people soon. Have a click through to read a wee feature on me, and more about the album itself.
It’s good; I’ve heard it.
Collaboration Preview – Track 3 – ‘marks for effort’
with Burning Buildings
This track is a much softer, less grizzly track than the last one that involved Pulco. It comes with a piano melody courtesy of Manchester’s Burning Buildings. They’re awfully nice chaps, and probably slightly unhinged… but the end product is one that I’m really personally pleased with. Sometimes there are melodies that just fit your vocal-style to a tee, and for me this is one of them. Hopefully you might like it too.
You can find some of their tracks for free over at Bandcamp, tweets on Twitter, and a review over at Artrocker.
It was only a week or two ago that we posted introducing Ash Cooke aka Pulco, with the news that he’d be contributing some specially recorded samples to be mashed up (i.e. destroyed) in the name of art… and contribute he did, with a whole stash of bizarre loops and rumblings. In true Pulco style, the ‘misery poet’ utilised everyday objects like a wheelbarrow, and chucked rocks at it till it became aurally pleasing.
You can preview the product below; it’s a dark, grungey affair.
For more info on Pulco, check out the interview from Artrocker that went online today.
Video for ‘be suspicious of well written lines (they’re the ones they’ve practiced)’
At what point do you take a collection of songs that are independent of each other, written over months and changes in preference, and meld them into some sort of coherent ‘album’ form?
Or do you have to bother?
Regardless, it’s now a new year, and here’s a song that was technically all recorded in 2010, but for argument’s sake, since it was finished today, it counts as the first of 2011.
give ‘a charitable interpretation’ one of its own.
In a wonderful development, the gloriously helpful lady at the Subway depot called me up to say that my keys had been found.
Almost as good as that itself was the wonderful symbolism in the fact that they were handed in in Govan.
To celebrate this, I finished off a track with a long name.. (as well as a Jack Daniels or two)
‘be suspicious of well written lines (they’re the ones they’ve practised)’
is listed up above, along with the others.
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