Tag: Sleater-Kinney

GREY HAIRS – Lucky 7

“Often when we get obsessed by a song we’ll try and play it in order to somehow exorcise it – we did it in the past with Harry Nilsson and Roky Erickson – and we have a version of this that will see the light of day at some point. But there’s a mysterious extra element at work here – you can hear what every part of the puzzle is doing but together they make something else, a sonic ghost buried in the recording that elevates the whole and makes it impossible to replicate.”

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SCHOOL DAMAGE – Lucky 7

“I wrote this song about the feeling of inadequacy that comes from comparing yourself to others, and the urge to bring those people down with you. Not really a nice thing to write a song about I guess. Its on our new album, out on Chapter Music!”

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JO COLLIS of LUCKY SHIVERS – Song For Ewe

“There’s a weird nostalgic vibe for me about Camp Cope because they have something that reminds me of Life Without Buildings and Sleater-Kinney and music that I loved when I was Camp Cope’s age. I kind of felt bad for labelling them ‘obscure’ because they are having huge success in Australia and I hope they aren’t obscure over here in the UK for long.”

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SLEATER-KINNEY “LIVE IN PARIS” REVIEW

I’ve been following Sleater-Kinney’s Janet Weiss on Twitter (@jazzhand) and she’s been essential reading in this alt fact, fake news era, an era which cries out for bands like Sleater-Kinney and the newly resurgent Team Dresch. Sleater-Kinney were formed from riot grrrl royalty. I cannot get enough of Janet Weiss’s metronomic but primal drumming, the true heart and soul of SK’s dynamism and there’s some absolute treats on here, dipping into most of the band’s stellar back catalogue.

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“SHARON SIGNS TO CHERRY RED” COMPILATION – REVIEW

“The variety is immense, the quality impeccable, the spirit intense. The song of the same name “Sharon Signs To Cherry Red” by The Kamikaze Pilots is C86 style fey kookiness, with a story like one of those old Jackie photo stories festooned with speech-bubbles, yet it’s not boy meets girl, it’s indie girl tentatively sharing her poetry with a boy so wet he’s put off at the first hurdle…”

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