It’s inevitable; with autumn comes melancholy. As cold winds and rain spells take over the northern hemisphere people like me usually look for a piece of sad bastard music to watch and see the leaves turn red and gold by. Luckily there is enough of that to goes around nowadays, so between all those different shades of grey I chose the psychedelic folk of Heron Oblivion to be my annual soundtrack for autumn-gazing. Continue reading
If you leave out the May Day editions, tonight its the eighth time Le Guess Who? will kick off in Utrecht (NL) again. The festival always offers a mixture of unknown and renowned indie acts during the last weeks of November and this year there is no exception on that. Personally, I’m always looking forward to Le Guess Who? because it brings a bunch of interesting artists to my doorstep. Luckily the festival organizers can’t complain about the attention from the Dutch media they’re getting these days and Sounds from the Darkside can’t be left behind on that, so during the coming days we will keep you posted about the festival’s proceedings.
Once in a while I try to listen through the proceedings of everyday hoping to discovering some new music. Alas, the daily bustle heavily distorts such a process so I’ve come to accept that discovering new music for me is all about trusting my subconscious to preselect the average from the great, simply by neglecting what’s playing at the background. About a week ago, after an unknown number of background plays of Burn Your Fire For No Witness, my subconscious finally shook me up, telling me it was time for a proper listen to Angel Olsen. And then it hit me: Olsen’s second full release is probably my first true highlight of the year. Continue reading
On a certain level, all kinds of interesting dependencies between notions are always to be found. Drunk driving is much less dangerous than drunk walking and meat eaters are selfish and less social, or at least some say so. Naturally one can question the validity if such claims, but lets skip that for a moment. Instead I have a claim of my own, here goes: the Danish landscape is strongly connected the desolate desert scenery we know from American Southwest. There you go. Okay, I have to be honest, unfortunately I don’t have any dataset that supports this in anyway, so to many number crushing fetishists this claim will be ripe for the bin in an instant. Unless.., that dark silhouette standing amidst of a gently sloping Danish field is here to save the day. Could this be Howe Gelb? Continue reading