That’s right, the Louche are back! In their first live outing for nearly a year, they return with new members and new songs, with stellar support from Father Sculptor ('Shockingly traditional and startlingly 1984.' - The Guardian) and our very own Emperor Zero.
Soup Kitchen, Manchester, Friday 24 May, from 8pm.
This performance is dedicated to anyone who has deliberately forgotten their PE kit so they can get out of playing sports that involve mud and physical contact. It’s for the geeks, the outsiders and the sickly ones. Bring your bats.
You can also buy a limited edition RSD tape featuring some of the artists above - available exclusively from Piccadilly Records and Common. We’ll also be DJ’ing digitally at Common before and after Emperor Zero.
Available on 7” heavyweight vinyl with digital download from 29th April 2013, but you can pre-order now to avoid disappointment. Visit [HERE].
Kult Country are on tour in England & France, catch them here:
15th March – Shacklewell Arms, London, UK 23rd March – The Bunker, Manchester, UK 31st March – Detestival, Sheffield, UK 20th April – Soup Kitchen, Manchester, UK 14th-16th June – Rockorama, Toulon, FR
We are delighted to announce the release of the debut EP by Naked, available on cassette tape, with free poster and digital download, from 15 October 2012. (‘Death Dance’ available to all as a free download.) An accompanying video is now available [HERE] Directed by Steven Cherry and filmed on location at Fort Levy, Levenshulme, Manchester.
Luke Louche stands in the street, smoking a roll up with his back to the wall and shivering in the freezing meat cellar of a Manchester winter. In the background a noisy punk band bleed into nothingness. Hunched, withdrawn, his eyes are cool and distant; when he answers a question he blinks, as though being drawn back into the present from a faraway place. There’s trouble there … Also here on this good night is Sébastien Perrin, a young itinerant in a leather jacket on the most fuxked up French exchange imaginable, a flicker of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.
We don’t know how the hell these two started talking, what magnetism brought their like-minds together, but we’re pleased that they did. They soon struck up a friendship that revolved around a shared love of William Burroughs and the musical avant-garde and it wasn’t long before Sébastien had moved to Salford and the duo had set up camp in our HQ at the Führer Bunker, which they filled with caterwauling clarinets, yelping vocals and the screeches made from crude instruments crafted out of planks of wood and razor wire.
Earlier this year they began to release demos and perform live in alternating guises, sometimes as Naked on Drugs, sometimes stripped back to Naked, but always exposing themselves with non-cha-lance — n. the trait of remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern — and of course we immediately fell in love.
The band play a unique collaborative show entitled THE HUMAN BEAST at Islington Mill, Salford, on 12 October: http://youtu.be/oxvIXpMuNJw
In association with Fat Out Til You Pass Out we proudly present The Human Beast at Islington Mill. A night of wild & immersive performance and stunning sounds. Starring Ghost Outfit / Naked (On Drugs) / Emperor Zero / Volkov Commanders.
Friday 12th October 2012
“Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.” ― Émile Zola, La Bête Humaine
It’s been a long time. We were just about to take out a missing persons ad. Has anyone seen these ghosts? Once the toast of the North, ripping out thunderous live shows, playing gigs on buses and excitedly embarking on experimental video projects, just as the two-piece seemed set to scale new heights they suddenly vanished behind their white sheets.
There were rumours: a sighting of the young duo on Market Street drinking continental lager from cans and shouting at children. Someone claimed to have seen them sporting beards, sunglasses and Hawaiian shirts at Manchester Airport, queuing for a flight to South America like a pair of guilty Nazis. Someone else reckoned that a nasty man had kidnapped all our bands and taken them down to that there London in a metal cage like the child catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang where they were going to be enslaved by a record label funded by the blood money from one of them cunts off of Dragon’s Den. Come along, kiddie-winkies!
Then, last week, we received a brown paper package. Instead of the east German porn we’d been hoping for, it had some music inside. The postmark had been washed off in the summer rain. It seemed to say ‘Cong …’ something. We were immediately won over by their commitment to the conventional unconventionality of rock myth-making, teasing us like seasoned pros — oh so coy, elusive and aloof — before we blew our load all over those dirty sheets of theirs at this sordid, sleazy act of revelation. We fuxking love that kind of shit. Better still, we had a listen and we were staggered by what we heard. Here was subterranean noise art for the darkened dancefloors of the post-industrial age. In the absence of any further instructions we thought we’d take the liberty of sharing it with you all. See what you reckon.
So, mothers of England, we present you with ‘W A S T E’, a first taste of THE CONGO TAPES and a solemn promise: there’s plenty more where this came from. A whole album’s worth, in fact. They’ll be making live appearances too. Les Ghosts will be playing Bestival and also a very special show at Islington Mill on October 12 where the new album will be spanked out in its entirety. More details to follow. Catch them if you can.
The heartbroken girl cries while the man spits on the floor, lost for words. This is the sound they make instead of speaking, rubbing salt into their wounds with beautiful cruelty. It’s better this way. We think they like it. Trust us. - AB.
The New Louche Song. As premiered on Ad Hoc & No Fear of Pop. Recorded in the Führer Bunker, Salford, England - one cold day in May, by Sound Recorder General Marten Hurley. Video directed by Ben Ward and realised by Steven Cherry. Photograph by Faith PIN.
Atrocity Boy Reviews the Final Führer Bunker Exhibition (006).
Last month we’d hoped to play host to Outfit in one final blowout of a Führer Bunker Exhibition. The stage/cage was set. Nothing but a gang armed with machetes stood in our way … The police had an ‘issue’ with it. Phone calls were made. We weren’t arguing … It will hereafter be known as the gig that never was but that didn’t stop Atrocity Boy reviewing it, sort of, and our Mistress of Photography, Natalie Curtis, was also there - somewhere - taking photographs.