This is the first song I wrote/recorded for the Christian Fitness thing after buying my shiny new (£90) interface last January - it's about that massive Cockrobbin Donald Trump, who is the only man on earth who makes me think that International Jihadists have a point. Have it for nothing, or alternatively, pay me a little money and I will specifically use it for buying wine. I'll add the lyrics if Newcastle beat Manchester United this afternoon, which means that I won't be adding the lyrics. Thanks to Ryan, who inspired this by reminding me of the song as one may recall a buried pet.
From L.A. comes the latest from post-rock outfit bondo, with tendrils of spindly guitar snaking through arid percussion. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2023
supported by 30 fans who also own “a terrible shame”
A group that I know only too well, I’ve been with them for nearly 30 years; from their Glaswegian basement origins to their current status as Arena band. My enthusiasm for their later output may have tempered somewhat as the mighty ‘Gwai evolved their sound to avoid pigeonholing, but there is nothing better than when they lay waste to a venue via the sheer euphoria of ‘Helicon 1’. They’re still devastating live and, after all those years, THE authority in Instrumental Rock music. Logen Ninefingers