To celebrate the release of ‘Trembling Moon’ on No Self Records our brethren Kult Country are playing the Sebright Arms in London tonight along with Kraken (Jamie from MONEY). Then on Friday they’re at the Eagle in Salford with Naked (on Drugs).
More gig info [HERE].
If you don’t catch at least one of these shows then you really need your head checking.
The new video for ‘This Gift’ by Naked (on Drugs) has been unleashed via the French culture site DumDum. Coming at you from Lyon to Levenshulme, with muscles flexed, teeth bared and eyebrows raised …
Here’s the full video of Bernard + Edith performing ‘Eyes on U’ for a BBC live session recorded in the Bunker.
Read Atrocity Boy’s account [HERE].
We are pleased to announce we are releasing the début single from BERNARD + EDITH, ‘Poppy’ (SWAYS023).
The video has just been premièred over on ultra-cool mag Dummy - we urge you watch/listen as soon as humanly possible.
'Poppy' is available to own on ltd edition white 7” vinyl and the record comes with a 4-track digital EP. There is also a special edition that includes an exclusive WEST WOLF t-shirt (note: there are only 20 available).
PRE-ORDER NOW from SWAYS RECORDS STORE
Naked (on Drugs) play their début headline show in London on 3 March, with support from our very own Bernard + Edith.
Tickets available [HERE].
Poster design (c) Steven Cherry 2014. ‘To Live and Die in Levy.’
Ever felt the need for a bit more ‘highbrow sleaze’ in your life? Mothers of England, we give you Naked (on Drugs) (neither naked nor on drugs). They’ve just been confirmed for Fat Out Fest 2014 and this morning their new single Lee Ann’s Skin got its first airing on BBC Radio 6 Music thanks to the delectable Mary Anne Hobbs.
You can hear them on the radio [HERE] (after 1 hours 22 minutes)
You can order the single [HERE]
Here’s what our renegade-writer-friend Austin Collings has to say:
'Mothers wouldn’t want their daughters within kissing distance of Naked (On Drugs) – and not because of that confidently controversial name of theirs – but because they want them for themselves: these two handsome devils, these two expert proponents of the art of seedy, channeling the sound of seed down from the ages, from potty couldn’t-give-a-fuckers like Sixteen Iggy and Wild in Blue Suicide, into the wank-stain present where shitheads rule, in vain unrest, entwined in blissful mediocrity, that’s what they’re up against, lead-singer/songwriter Sebastien Perrin and guitarist, Luke Byron Scott; two exiles on (Manchester) main street’s: Sebastien, having fled from the straightjacket-life of Lyon, and Luke having legged it from Milton Keynes (no explanation needed there)….But let me tell you straight: the mother’s want that voice of Sebastien all to themselves - that voice like the bastard son of David Bowie and Grace Jones – crooning in their mother ears, full of fuck, recalling youth and the first touch of love, speaking their name – speaking Jayne or Lisa and not Lee Ann (and who is Lee Ann – who are all these girls names in men’s songs – where do they all go to once the song’s are over? But they’re never over, they go on, like clocks in the rooms of the forgotten dead)…And Luke stood there, all Milton Keynes Richards, all cigarette-thin and poised; their living, breathing skinny link to the past, to the way music once was, when small venues smelled of girls piss because they couldn’t hold it in after seeing Brian Jones, up there with his blonde fringe and black hooded eyes, painting their minds black…And though Luke’s guitar sounds like a drunken black-out, he’s no charlatan blues-man, no six-string cliche; there’s magic in those minimum-wage fingers of his, reality and sadness and hunger and anger and canals of 4 quid for 4 lager and the lost laughs of girls lost to sober steady-heads who bring out the best in the best in those who know the power of loserdom; he channels it all; the magic truth, the wallow of late-adolescence…Listen to those aching squeels at 2.28 (and that could be 2.28am if you’ve got the guts to stay up with us that is), squeels like old computer games still loading up from the winter of ’88: the fucked-up Spectrum-effect; Sci-Fi fingers; and thunder sounds like a million crisp packets opened simultaneously; that’s Luke, that’s Lee Ann’s Skin…The B-Side as well – Araki Dinosaurs. Forget-it-not. Perfect length/Perfect Bowie-like-Low: 1 minute 20. If only the world lasted 1 minute 20, just enough time to brush the dandruff from each of our shoulders, just enough time to undress and get Naked (On Drugs).’
We’ve curated an event at Soup Kitchen on 2 February to mark Independent Venue Week and we seriously don’t think there will be too many better line-ups this year. The good people of Tusk Journal clearly agree; their trenchant preview is well worth a read. We hope you can join us, even if you’re Terry Christian.
Read the Tusk preview [HERE]
Get the full event information and stage times [HERE]
Buy advance tickets [HERE]
Photograph of Bernard and Edith (c) Natalie Curtis 2013
There are just a few days left to catch the SWAYS Stills exhibition by Natalie Curtis, located in lightboxes at the Metrolink stop at Manchester Piccadilly train station. We gave the commuters of the city steely looks and boys in the bath. You best hurry because after this it’s back to more depressing, alienating Manc nostalgia and Stone Roses posters. Sad but true.
You can read what happened when SWAYS Stills was visited by the art critic and cultural re(de)generator, Atrocity Boy here:
We closed our eyes, thought of some of the most incredible new bands who you absolutely must see in 2014, then put them all on the same bill at Soup Kitchen to mark the first Independent Venue Week on 2nd February:
Naked (on Drugs)
BERNARD + EDITH
For full event details, click [HERE].
Poster photography by Natalie Curtis and design by sexy Steven Cherry (c) 2014.
'Make no mistake about it, twenty-thirteen was a great year for music. There appeared to be an endless stream of new albums appearing that were refreshing in their approach: absorbing elements of the past yet using them in a vital new way, pushing boundaries, opening doors, turning the world upside down. There was the primal bark of Savages, the hypnotic grandeur of Girls Names, the celestial choirs of Money, the brutal inflagrations of Hookworms and the chiming beauty of The Fauns. Add to those the dark orchestrations of Sigur Rós, the incisive wit of Nick Cave and the rebirth of the warped dreams of My Bloody Valentine and any number of records could respectably have been named record of the year. Yet Ghost Outfit's stunning I Want You To Destroy Me topped the lot: brutal, resonating and so painfully drenched in humanity. The story unfolds …’
Read the Isolation Records interview with Ghost Outfit [HERE].
Meanwhile, Hooting and Howling have placed Kult Country at #1 and Naked (on Drugs) at #4 in their singles of the year. Full 2013 review [HERE].
BEWARE OF THE SANTA MEN
‘I used to run away in tearful fright from the Santa men. I wasn’t stupid. I didn’t want my bits tampered with, his hot hand on my small thigh, creeping further up and up and him asking if he can “fix it for me”’.
- Austin Collings
Mothers of England, who needs sinister Santa men when you have SWAYS Records? This year we’ve been full of art-pop gifts, with singles from Kult Country and Naked (on Drugs), our best-ever box set, and a debut album from Ghost Outfit which has gone down a storm, from Tokyo to New York. Then of course our psycho-sexual boyfriends MONEY delivered The Shadow of Heaven over on Bella Union, which has divided opinion like no other (surely a good thing, non?) with This Is Fake DIY heralding ‘a near-masterpiece of a debut’ while Norman Records advised, ‘buy it for your dad if you don’t like your dad’. We, for one, have talked about it more than any other record and for that reason have it down as our album of the year. 2014 promises to be even better, with singles from Bernard + Edith, Naked (on Drugs) and Emperor Zero already lined up, a special event at Soup Kitchen planned for 2nd February, and the promise of more long players. We hope you’ll join us for the ride; like all good sons, we’ll do whatever we can to make you happy.
Ghost Outfit teamed up with their long-standing collaborators MCR Scenewipe to film three tracks from their debut album at the Manchester Museum, rattling the bones of the Tyrannosaurus Rex dangling above them. Watch all three videos [HERE].
Do your mother a favour and grab her a copy of ‘I Want You to Destroy Me’ for Christmas. Available on 12” vinyl, CD and digital [HERE]. It’s a belter.
This is what happens when you start ‘spending time with dissolute types from the wrong side of the river, the sort of people who hang out in baths’.
Read Atrocity Boy’s [Interview with Naked (on Drugs)].
'Those spiky eyes will have your hair out.'
Featuring infernal photography by [Natalie Curtis].
Pre-order ‘Lee Ann’s Skin’ on 7” vinyl with free digital download and bonus track from the [SWAYS store].