March 31, 2017
“Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don’t much care where.
The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.”
– Lewis Carroll,
I ignore the phone when I’m driving. I was on my way to meet Gimpo at the 24hr TESCO behind Thurrock Services. I was late. It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards. Who am I? What am I doing? How long is forever? Some questions never get an answer. Gimpo was probably stood on the Tarmac wondering where I was. It was cloudy and 13 degrees. No snow this year. The van had a good, working heater. Sometimes I do things I don’t fully understand.
Gimpo is best known to any KLF fan as the man who filmed the Burning of a Million Quid on the island of Jura in 1994. He drove Bill Drummond and Mark Manning to the top of the world as told in the book Bad Wisdom, and he managed to lose his boat ticket, causing chaos and panic, whilst on a trip up the Congo river in search of the Heart of Darkness. But that’s another story. Gimpo was also the ski-masked person armed with lighter fluid and matches when Rachel Whiteread turned up to claim the K Foundation art award for worst British artist on the steps of the TATE in 1993.
Gimpo’s M25 25 Hour Spin happens on the weekend closest to the vernal equinox. The Spin follows the outer lane of London’s M25 Orbital Motorway, clockwise, for 25 hours. It is not a race. The Spin has happened once a year since it started in 1997, and will cease in 2021. The spin is Gimpo’s idea.
As I descended into Lakeside Shopping area at Thurrock, I could see a figure dressed in a Hi-Vis Jacket stood in the middle of the carpark waving. That’s Gimpo. Always ready to go.
“You’re 13 minutes late” he said with a grin. I parked up. Before I knew it, we were in the supermarket picking up supplies. Bottles, packets, cables, memory cards and a lottery ticket. Gimpo may be a lot of things, but he’s never without hope.
Gimpo’s M25 25hr Spin always starts “top, dead centre” on Queen Elizabeth II bridge at Midday. As you pass between the twin towers at the top of the bridge, the view can pull your trigger if you know what to look for. Nothing seems to be what it is, because everything seems to be what it isn’t. Gimpo’s M25 odyssey begins.
Gimpo makes notes, checks the windscreen camera is working, and climbs back and forth taking pictures out of each window. “23 Mark….go to Toll 23” he shouts from the back somewhere. Anyone who has crossed the bridge in years gone by will remember the tolls. Gimpo always used Toll number 23. But now they’re gone, you have to pay the toll online. Gimpo insisted I move over to the right a bit. He wanted me to drive over the spot where Toll 23 used to be. You’ve got to have a system. Any ritual has an opening ceremony.
This year, Gimpo had acquired new technology. A good friend had furnished him with a high definition camera that could be stuck to the windscreen. The Camera could hold 3 hours footage on a memory card at a time. It was a Christmas present. Gimpo had managed to snap the back off already. It was stuck in a brutal manner, with gaffer tape, where the rear-view mirror might have been.
“Have you got my video Mark?” he shouted over the noise.
“Which video is that?” I replied.
“Concrete Enema. The one of the bloke having concrete poured up his ass.” Gimpo said.
“Not this again. No, I haven’t got your video. And No, I dont know who’s got it either. You ask me this everytime.” I said.
Once upon a time…. I went to the foundry in Shoreditch. I took my friend Richard of Discordian Promotions, the soundman from the gigs I organised at The Old Railway, Rhys, and my work experience girl Jane….. who was on her first day. We had gone to the M25 Spin recruitment evening which hoped to find additional drivers and supporters for the following year. The first year’s spin had been and gone. Gimpo was trying to “find the others” who would join him for year two. We had sat through poems by Wormlady, someone described by Gimpo as a “dangerous pyromaniac who hadn’t taken her medicine.” We sat through hours of footage of the previous years spin. We also sat through a selection of special presentations which included “Concrete Enema.” At the end of the evening, this particular video tape went missing, Gimpo has been searching for it ever since. But anyway, if you know who’s got it, please get in touch.
Back to 2017 and this year’s spin, Gimpo proudly announced “This is spin #20.”
“No it’s not” came the reply. “This is Spin #21. You did the first spin in 1987, count on your fingers, how many spin’s have you done since then?” Gimpo started counting and got lost around 15.
“Mark…..stop the van…I need to count. I get to 17, and then I get lost.”
We drove to Cobham services and stopped the van there. Two things followed. Gimpo and I put our hands flat on the dashboard and we counted from 1997 to 2017. 21. This year was Spin #21. Then Gimpo jumped from the vehicle and started putting the signs up. Gaffer tape in one hand, signage in the other, he carefully worked his way round the van. The artist worked.
“OK, we’re ready, let’s go!” He said. The laptop was plugged into the AUX on the stereo. Volume set to 23. The music started pumping. The 21st Spin was under way.
Gimpo jumped about in the back, laughing and wildly taking pictures and providing a non-stop commentary on everything that passed. I began to consider life. Some things cannot be explained. A man in a worn out, high vis-jacket bearing his own M25 Spin logo, armed with a camera phone, pointing out palm trees, crane lifts, pylons and road signs. And all while shouting instructions to the driver, to be sure to get the best picture. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
“Mark! Let’s open both the side doors” Gimpo shouted above the music.
“No Gimpo, you’re not doing that. You’ll fall out. Theres another 24 hours to go” I said.
There was a pause. I could hear Gimpo falling about somewhere behind me. “I am the artist here” he shouted. “I’ll do what I want!”
At 6.36pm the Master Chaos van began a “Timed Lap.” Some things I do for money, Some things I do for free. Some things I cannot explain easily. In the philosophy of language and philosophy of science, nonsense is distinguished from sense or meaningfulness, and attempts have been made to come up with a coherent and consistent method of distinguishing sense from nonsense. Driving Gimpo around the M25 needs careful handling. Nonsense refers to a lack of sense or meaning. To Gimpo, his M25 25 Hour Spin has meaning. You cross the Greenwich Meridian twice on a single lap. You go back in time, before going forward in time. East to West then West to East. Gimpo travels clockwise keeping to the inside lane. He is careful to travel the outside of the M25 whilst travelling the inside lane on the motorway. There are many contradictions when you travel through the Vortex. There is method to Gimpo’s madness. The timed lap was completed at 8.39pm. One complete Orbit took 2 hours and 3 minutes. Work it out. Nothing happens by accident.
“Colin is going to flash us from the Bridge!” Gimpo shouted, as we descended from Queen Elisabeth II bridge and headed over the tarmac where Toll 23 used to be and started the next lap.
The story followed of how Gimpo knows Colin. I can’t repeat it here. After nearly 9 hours on the road, the mind starts to wander. Where is Gimpo going? Why is he doing this? What is he thinking? How did I end up as the driver? Are we alone? What’s the square root of the M25?
Looking out of the windscreen, the cars pass as they do on any day of the week. Behind me I can hear Gimpo jumping from one seat to another, a running commentary just 9 hours in, and the endless photography and documentation of the trip continues. “Mark, we are the only ones left!” Gimpo shouts. “I’ve got to send the pictures to Todd. How do you spell Todd? It’s ok I’ve found his email now. What time is it? Follow the signs. Tell me when you see the bridge. Colin is going to be there in ten minutes.”
I’m trying hard to drive and not consider any other issues. The hypnotic passing of white lines and road signs keeps me calm. I read every sign as it passes. I read every number plate. Looking for a meaning in all this. “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” I can’t help thinking about the philosophical thought experiment that raises questions regarding observation and knowledge of reality. And then Colin appeared.
“There he is! That’s Colin!” Gimpo shouted as he climbed headfirst into one of the co-pilots seats, his boots in my face, the light on his mobile phone almost blinding me for a moment. Gimpo took his position in the co-pilots seat and started waving frantically. And banging the windscreen. I beeped the horn as Gimpo pointed and shouted “There’s Colin!”
A small white dot shone down from the bridge. Some people want to be lost. Gimpo and I felt alive, we existed at last, someone was waving from the bridge. Albert Einstein is reported to have asked his fellow physicist and friend Niels Bohr, one of the founding fathers of quantum mechanics, whether he realistically believed that ‘the moon does not exist if nobody is looking at it.’ To this Bohr replied that however hard Einstein may try, he would not be able to prove that it does, thus giving the entire riddle the status of a kind of an infallible conjecture—one that cannot be either proved or disproved. Gimpo’s M25 Spin is not that dissimilar, until someone like Colin waves a torch from a motorway bridge.
Gimpo ordered a stop at Cobham. We took a relaxed break consisting of tea, a comfortable seat by the window and a discussion of the problems Bill Drummond was having with emissions from his land rover. It’s what you do at 11pm on the M25. We tried to blend in with the other late night service station users.
We left Cobham feeling good and ready to drive into the small hours. If only it was that easy. We found ourselves preparing for battle stations as Gimpo pointed out the signs confirming the worst: Only one lane open ahead.
The traffic ground to a complete standstill. Gimpo rolled the side-door back, jumped out and started marching down the hardshoulder. I had to put the handbrake on, and leave the engine running. I jumped out and followed him. Never get out of the van. Worried drivers behind us peered through their windscreens at the man in the high-vis jacket. “What are you doing?” I shouted. Gimpo turned and looked at me.
“There’s traffic officers ahead, they’re blocking the road. I’m going to tell them to move. They’re making us late!” he said.
“Get in the van before we both get run down” I said. By the time the words had left my mouth, Gimpo was already distracted taking photo’s of the nearby road sign. An artist never leaves their work once they are on to something. I shut the side door once Gimpo was back in his seat. The driver of the car behind gave me a look similar to that, which I imagine, anyone would give to a baboon as it prepared to tear their windscreen wipers off. Terror mixed with calm acceptance of what is about to happen. I made sure I gave them a smile and a wave. I always show courtesy to other road users, you never know what might happen. Then I climbed back into the van and considered whether I should have allowed Gimpo to talk to the traffic officers after all. We looked like we were going to be here sometime and at least Gimpo may have made some light entertainment, until the van got towed away and crushed.
I didn’t follow the signs. I found the next exit and headed into the darkness. Any route would do. After a wild safari through West London to avoid the traffic, and providing context to the M25 orbit we had been in all day, Gimpo announced he had a plan. You can’t open the vortex without causing a few ripples. Somewhere between Cobham and South Mimms, Gimpo announced he had come into posession of the keys to the vortex. It was his 21st Spin after all. “Mark, I’ve got the keys to the Vortex. I can do anything I want now…..”
“Really? That’s great. Don’t open the side doors, you might lose them.” I replied.
I could hear Gimpo rummaging around in the back in a frienzied state. “Stop at J23, we’re going for a walk.” he shouted. By now it was getting close to 4am. Strange things happen to your mind around 4am on the M25. Reality starts to melt. You are past tired, your body is in a state of confusion. You look out of the window, beyond the reach of the headlights and think to yourself “Have I been here before?” Scientific approaches reject the explanation of déjà vu as “precognition” or “prophecy” but rather explain it as an anomaly of memory, which creates a distinct impression that an experience is “being recalled”. This explanation is supported by the fact that the sense of “recollection” at the time is strong in most cases, but that the circumstances of the “previous” experience (when, where, and how the earlier experience occurred) are uncertain or believed to be impossible. This of course, is wrong. Colin has proved the Spin’s existence, and I know from the mileage, time on the dashboard and Gimpo jumping about that we have indeed been here before, probably 8 times by now, all at different times of light, darkness, position of the sun and the moon. And my mental health is past caring. We have been backwards and forwards through time as we cross the Greenwich Meridian twice on every lap. Everything looks different but strangely the same. The white lines have blurred and the street lights are starting to look like serpents streaking past the window. The road is flowing backwards. Insanity is stalking the corridors of my mind. I am not the re-incarnation of TC Lethbridge. Ritual Sacrifice. This was not my idea. Have I missed the turning? Le Mans is 24 hours, the spin is 25, it’s one louder. All the people I’ve let down. The prison without bars. Time travel. Unpaid parking tickets. Quantum mechanics. Burning money in phoneboxes. Chuck Berry has passed away. The freedom to daydream makes it easier to reconcile the servitude which is forced on us. There will be hell to pay for all this. What now? The forces of darkness have me cornered. I can’t find my way out of the maze. Let me out.
We stopped at South Mimms and left the van in the car park for a walk. There’s a pathway at the back of the Ramada Hotel. You can follow it back towards the Motorway and theres a stream and a walkway that runs underneath the M25. As we walked through the chill night air, our steps seemed to be almost calming after the long drive. “Let’s go to the dark side of the road” Gimpo said. In my mind, for no reason, I started to remember a poem called “Invictus” by the English poet William Ernest Henley (1849–1903). The third verse goes
“Beyond this place of wrath and tears, Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years, Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.”
Gimpo, the man who filmed the burning of a million quid in a disused boathouse on Jura, led the way.
Humans live through their myths and only endure their realities. If you know anything of the idea of the hero’s journey you will know the cycle…..walking through the tunnel I started to think about roundabouts and circles drawn on bits of paper….at the top: ordinary world. First exit: call to adventure. Put your phone away: refusal of the call. Junction 30 Thurrock: meeting the mentor, Queen Elizabeth Bridge crossing the threshold, tests, allies, enemies….it’s just a habit of mind. Junction 23 South Mimms: innermost cave. then….. ordeal. All I could think of was “Entropy requires no maintenance” – Robert Anton Wilson. Gimpo walked. People think their way of looking at reality is the only sane way of viewing the world. I followed. What did Nelson Mandela and Timothy McVeigh have in common? I can’t stop my mind considering the possibilities. Here it comes.
From the tunnel, I snapped back into reality for a moment. Gimpo led the way up a flight of steps to a pathway that ran alongside the motorway. My darkest thoughts ran like a film in reverse through my mind. I couldn’t hear the birds singing any longer. Everything bad I could imagine ran through my head in the seconds it took to walk the path. “Look at that” Gimpo said. He stood at the wooden fence. “The M25 from the dark side. You can see the island from here. The road is deserted, there’s no traffic.” All time stood still. No cars. Nothing. Silence.
Gimpo started taking pictures. The road was empty. The island stood in all it’s majesty just three lanes away. Gimpo looked. I knew what he was thinking. One day Gimpo’s going to plant an Argentinian Flag on the island. Gimpo was lost in thought. Robert Anton Wilson once said: Of course I’m crazy, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Gimpo considered the dark side of the road. Hell is just as bad as you imagine it to be. This place was all his.
I returned to some sort of sanity as I crossed back to the other side. I had lost 20 minutes. As I walked back across the tarmac, I felt like I had crossed to the other side and back. But I had lost all memory of it. Nothing could stop us now, the road back lay ahead. The Spin was past the tipping point. Time to get a cup of tea from the service station. Time flies.
The Mileage for one lap was 123 miles, from 212960 to 213083, I wasn’t about to try and count that on my fingers. We headed into another orbit. The M25 becomes a strange place at 11am on the Sunday of the Spin. Where has the time gone? How did we get here? We must have done another lap. My sense of time had completely broken down. I’m sure we had been here before.
People were already on their way back from the car boot sale that started at 6am. People were on their way back from holiday, others were just starting. Take a walk into Cobham services and order a cup of tea from Greggs. As you wait in the queue your mind wanders. What are you doing? Not now, not today, but generally? What are you doing? Then you remember a book you read 25 years ago:
“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere” ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass.
You order a cup of tea, and then the number 23 appears. Reading the menu reveals a reminder: Don’t answer the phone. “The hero’s journey always begins with the call. One way or another, a guide must come to say, ‘Look, you’re in Sleepy Land. Wake. Come on a trip. There is a whole aspect of your consciousness, your being, that’s not been touched……And so it starts.” ― Joseph Campbell. The mad hatter hands you your cup of tea. The doormouse offers you milk. Everwhere you look, flamingoes walk past. The queen of hearts sits in the window with a starbucks coffee. The queen of spades is queuing at Macdonalds checking her phone. Gimpo is hanging around the Krispy Creme Donuts waiting for anyone to show interest in a tray of ten. Some things cannot be explained. In the carpark the van is parked up next to an AA Recovery truck. The markings on both hide the contradictions. Then Gimpo shouts “We’re late, we’re late!” Many people have come and gone round the M25, but only some discover what it’s about.
Gimpo is trying to make the worlds longest road movie. He wants to know where the M25 goes. He already knows what it’s about. He wants to know where it goes. And he intends to document it.
The spin finished 25 hours after it began. “Stop the van, stop the van!” Gimpo shouted. We found ourselves not far from the M40 turning. The van pulled onto the hardshoulder and Gimpo found the nearest road sign. He had fashioned a sticker that read “Gimpo’s M25 25 hour spin finished here 19/3/2017” After the celebratory pictures had been taken we both jumped back in the van. Where does the time go? The pain of our subserviance is never eased. Tomorrow is just a word. Not all who wander are lost.
Gimpo Gimpo http://www.gimpogimpo.com/m25spin/
Gimpo’s M25 Spin 2017 photos https://flic.kr/s/aHskRprd5t
February 8, 2012
24th Brighton, The Hydrant
25th Bournemouth, Champions (all dayer)
26th Birmingham, Adam and Eve
27th Sheffield, Corporation
28th Newcastle, trillians
29th Derby, The Old Bell
1st Ashton-under-Lyne (Manchester) Witchwood
2nd Buckley (Chester) Tivoli
3rd Bath, Green Park Tavern
4th London, Boston Arms
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February 19, 2010
BROKEN BONES @ THE GROSVENOR FRI 12th March 2010
CONSTANT STATE OF TERROR
@ The Grosvenor
Bands on 9 pm
February 15, 2010
COITUS / COLDWAR / THE RESTARTS / P.A.I.N / DREAD MESSIAH / FLEAS and LICE / MASS COMA
The Jamm 261 Brixton Road,London SW9 6LH 8 till late, £10 entry
February 11, 2010
Thursday 18 February 2010 – KETTERING Sawyers.
44 Montagu Street.
Eastfield and Steve Lake.
Friday 19 February 2010 – LANCASTER Yorkshire House.
2a Parliament Street.
Eastfield, Steve Lake and A Touch of Hysteria.
Saturday 20 February 2010 – LIVERPOOL (venue tbc).
Sunday 21 February 2010 – MANCHESTER Star and Garter.
Fairfax Street (Next to Piccadilly railway station)
Eastfield, Steve Lake, The Autonomads, Dead Subverts, Harijan and others.
Thursday 25 February 2010 – BIRMINGHAM Wagon and Horses.
Adderley Street, Digbeth.
Eastfield and Steve Lake.
Friday 26 February 2010 – DERBY Victoria Inn.
Midland Place (opposite railway station).
Eastfield and Steve Lake.
Saturday 27 February 2010 – LONDON 12 Bar.
Denmark Street. (Tottenham Court Road tube/BR – Charing Cross).
London, Eastfield and Steve Lake.
Sunday 28 February 2010 – BRIGHTON Prince Albert.
March 16, 2009
“In Monstrous Attitude” & new shirts will also be available on our Spring tour:
US TOUR DATES with Jeffrey Lewis
March 11 Sugar City – Buffalo, NY w/Jeffrey Lewis
March 12 Casa del Awesome – Rochester, NY w/Jeffrey Lewis
March 13 No Radio Records – Ithaca, NY w/Jeffrey Lewis
March 14 Pete’s Candy Store w/Jeffrey Lewis
EUROPEAN TOUR (March 16 – April 6)
3.16.09 Walpodenakademie – Mainz, GERMANY
3.17.09 Franzis – Wetzlar, GERMANY
3.18.09 The Siebener Club – Mannheim, GERMANY
3.19.09 Schokoladen – Berlin, GERMANY
3.20.09 Bewley’s Theater – Dublin, IRELAND
3.21.09 Pine Lodge – Myrtleville, Cork, IRELAND
3.22.09 Crane Lane – Cork, IRELAND
3.23.09 Kiosk Royal – Hannover, GERMANY
3.24.09 Lemang – Cologne, GERMANY
3.25.09 Stall 6 – Zurich, SWITZERLAND
3.26.09 le Quentin – Dijon, FRANCE
3.27.09 Morya – Brescia, ITALY
3.28.09 TREeSESSANTA – Gambettola (Cesena), ITALY
3.29.09 Zuni – Ferrara, ITALY
3.30.09 TBA – ITALY
3.31.09 Cristallo – Bolzano, ITALY
4.01.09 Fluc – Wien, AUSTRIA
4.02.09 Feinspeiserei – Munich, GERMANY
4.03.09 PMK, Innsbruck, AUSTRIA
4.04.09 Kino, Ebensee, AUSTRIA
4.05.09 TapTab Musicclub – Schaffhausen, SWITZERLAND
4.06.09 Kasseturm – Weimar, GERMANY
Our new album, “In Monstrous Attitude” is now available!!
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Also check out this new video our friend Huck made for a track on the album called “Speak in Whispers”:
see you all soon! thanks for the continued support!
March 16, 2009
! ! ! COMING SOON ON MOONLEE RECORDS ! ! !
BERNAYS PROPAGANDA “Happiness Machines” CD ( out April 6th 2009, pre-order now ! )
Distro news, March 2009:
4TUNE “Jeffrey Limm And Men With Sacks Goes Into” CD (Ammonite Records)
DJ OGI G CA$H “Fullbite Session” CD (Ammonite Records)
ELVIS JACKSON “Against the Gravity” CD ( – )
FOTO “Kosmos Srbija” CD (Ammonite Records)
GO FUTURE “Loops In Fabula” CD (Ammonite Records)
MOTUS “Psi” CD (Zvuk Mocvare)
MOTUS “Cogito Aude” CD (Fast & Strong Rec.)
MOTUS “Razlike” CD (Fast & Strong Rec.)
MOTUS “Nasred Puta” CD (Fast & Strong Rec.)
OSMI PUTNIK DVA “Treca Sofra” CD (Ammonite Records)
OSMI PUTNIK DVA “Osmi Putnik Dva” CD (Ammonite Records)
PMG KOLEKTIV “Prijatelski Ogan” CD (PMK RECORDS)
SPORT I REINKARNACIJA “Najbolje Od Sira” CD (Ammonite Records)
SOFINE2 “Colors” CD (Ammonite Records)
THE FAREWELL REASON “Hit Me Once, Miss You Twice” CD ( – )
VUNENY “Whatever Singularity” CD (Jarring Effects)
YOBO “Watchout!” CD (Ammonite Records)
RSQ Magazine – Februar 2009 zine
MOONLEE RECORDS SALE ! ! !
Mr. Moonlee would like to clear his old stock of records and make you happy at the same time. That’s why Moonlee offers you bunch of records for bargain prices. Every month we will add new titles to the cheap section. Check it and grab what you like.
36 DAGGERS “s/t” mCD 2.00€
ANYWAY “Golf Club” CD 3.00€
A SHROUD CAST OVER “Melodies From The Heart To The Grave” mCD 2.00€
BILK “This Bilk Is Radioactive” CD 4.00€
BJöRN KLEINHENZ “Trans Pony” CD 3.00€
BURN HOLLYWOOD BURN “Fuck You And Die” mCD 3.00€
CHANG FFOS “Trust This Arcane Device” LP 3.00€
ENTREAT. “Shaded” CD 2.00€
EUROPEAN TRANSLATION OF, THE “Lights We Stole To Let Stars” CD 3.00€
EXPERIMENTAL DENTAL SCHOOL “Hideous Dance Attack” LP 3.00€
GALATASARAY “Boxing Camp For Blues Oriented Snack Heads” CD 3.00€
GERDA “Cosa Dico Quando Non Parlo” CD 3.00€
GROUND ZERO “Last Goodbye” CD 2.00€
HARKONEN “Charge!” MCD 2.00€
I FARM “…Is Lying To Be Popular” LP 3.00€
JULIETTE “From Somewhere In The East” CD 3.00€
ONE FINE DAY “Synapsis” CD 3.00€
ROOM 204 / G.I.JOE split 10″ 3.00€
UNISON “Resignation Speaks: I Will Be A Corpse” LP 2.00€
WHITE CIRCLE CRIME CLUB “Written In Black” CD 3.00€
Moonlee Records releases:
HMRL015 HESUS ATTOR “Sonic Gastronomy Volume 1” CD
HMRL014 DAMIR AVDI “Mrtvi su mrtvi” CD
HMRL013 PSYCHO-PATH “The Ass-soul of Psycho-Path” CD
HMRL012 DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS “Los Dias De Junio“ CD / LP
HMRL011 COG ‘CourseOverGround’ CD
HMRL010 VUNENY “V2” CD
HMRL009 DEBELI PRECJEDNIK “Through the Eyes of the Innocent” CD
HMRL008 SENATA FOX “The Acracy Discourse” CD
HMRL007 HITCH “We Are Electric!” CD / LP
HMRL006 CHANG FFOS “Trust This Arcane Device” CD
HMRL005 BILK “This Bilk is Radioactive” CD
HMRL004 ENTREAT. “Deincubation” CD
HMRL003 DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS “s/t” CD / LP
HMRL002 LUNAR “Turbo” CD
HMRL001 ANALENA “Carbon Based” CD / LP / MC
IN-SANE new album CD
ANALENA new album CD / LP
February 27, 2009
I will be out with Jay Reatard for most of March 2009. Here are the tour dates.
Thu Mar 5 Amsterdam, Nethelrands Paradiso
Fri Mar 6 Groningen, Netherlands
Sat Mar 7 Eindhoven, Netherlands Effenar
Sun Mar 8 Brussels, Belgium Trix
Mon Mar 9 Lille, France Cave Au Poete
Tue Mar 10 Paris, France Point Ephemere
Wed Mar 11 Rennes, France UBU
Thu Mar 12 Poitiers, France Conforte Moderne
Fri Mar 13 Lyons, France Nuits Sonors at La platforme
Sun Mar 15 Lausanne, Switzerland Le Romandie
Tue Mar 17 Zurich, Switzerland Karaoke from Hell Party at Mascotteeur
Wed Mar 18 Cologne, Germany Gebaude 9
Thu Mar 19 Munich, Germany 59 to 1
Fri Mar 20 Dresden, Germany Beatpol
Sat Mar 21 Berlin, Germany Festaal Kreuzberg
Sun Mar 22 Hamburg, Germany Molotow
Mon Mar 23 Copenhagen, Denmark Vega
Tue Mar 24 Oslo, Norway Garage
Thu Mar 26 Umea, Sweden Open Festival
Fri Mar 27 Stockholm, Sweden Debaser Slussen
Sat Mar 28 Helsinki, Finland Nosfuri (Mark drives Stockholm-Hamburg)
Jay Reatard : Since the release of the debut album from his first band, The Reatards, back when he was only seventeen, Jay (from Memphis, Tennessee) has redefined the word prolific by clocking up fifteen further album releases with various bands as well as one solo album, the mind-blowing ‘Blood Visions’ (In The Red, 2006). In spite of the long string of dead punk band carcasses, people are only starting to notice Jay’s insane talent. Hot shit in his homeland, expectation for his forthcoming European tour is close to fever pitch and he’s recently just signed a long-term deal with Matador Records who released six 7” singles in quick succession through the summer of 2008 and for those not hung up on collecting, a compilation release of them followed later in the year.
January 30, 2009
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May we bring to your attention some very fine appetizers in the music spheres of The Glee! We shall also have some further exciting names to announce over the next couple of weeks! Please keep peekin’ at www.glee.co.uk
Wednesday 11th February
Robyn Hitchcock & friends plus Catherine Feeny as guest support
Friday 20th February
Jonatha Brook (The Works : The Words of Woody Guthrie)
Wednesday 25th February
Emmy The Great (album First Love out on February 9th)
Tuesday 3rd March
Imelda May (single – Johnny Got A Boom Boom out now!)
Sunday 15th March
Nick Harper (Nick returns for another thrilling ‘forces of nature’ performance!)
Wednesday 18th March
Lionel Loueke (Herbie Hancock’s acclaimed guitarist)
Monday 30th March
Frightened Rabbit (acoustic album out soon)
Tuesday 14th April
Foy Vance (Glee favourite Foy returns with his gritty impassioned soul songs)
Tuesday 21st April
Ben Taylor (son of James Taylor & Carly Simon returns to glee)
Friday 22nd May
Great Lake Swimmers (we welcome back the sublime Canadian songsmiths)
Sunday 24th May
The Hot Club Of Cowtown (an unmissable joyful night of swingin’ jazz from Dylan collaborator)
Monday 25th May
The Handsome Family (further surreal and engaging country tales promised!)
Tuesday 28th July
Emiliana Torrini – please note this is a re-scheduled date (all tickets remain valid)
*** Karima Francis show due to be confirmed within days for March (www.myspace.com/karimafrancis)
We would also like to give a vibrant mention to a couple of shows taking place at The Town Hall by artists who have recently enjoyed sold-out shows at The Glee Club.
Saturday 7th February
Teddy Thompson & Tift Merritt
Friday 13th March
Noah & The Whale
Town Hall Box Office 0121 780 3333 / www.thsh.co.uk
Bat For Lashes, PJ Harvey and Anthony & The Johnsons are also upcoming
Stay tuned to www.glee.co.uk…further shows to be announced very soon!
Catch you soon, Cheers! glee club music dept.
THE GLEE CLUB
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