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Tuesday, October 27, 2009 

Category: Music
So we turned up in Edinburgh on Friday played a fuckin great gig and got ourselves a record label.To make the night complete the chinese carry-out on the way home was pretty good (near the Tom Farmer clock,i would recommend it)

The very fine fellows of 17 Seconds records have been very kind to offer us a deal that we are very excited about.
"Ficca" is available now as a free download
First 2 albums "Hyenas" and "Poet:Saint" will be available to download soon from the usual sources the kids use.
New album "Jackson56" will be available as a cd and download release next year
All the relevant details are available on the 17 Seconds myspace and blog

http://www.myspace.com/17secondsrecords

http://17seconds.co.uk/blog/


There will be no launch party, we will not play all the hits and a bus will not be arranged to transport you to gigs

Thats all
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Monday, April 13, 2009 

Category: Music

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Altres / The Wildhouse



Dundee Hustlers (Friday 6th March)











By Andy Wood • Apr 9th, 2009 • Category: gigs


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I’ve witnessed The Wildhouse more times than I care to recall. At times they’ve been stunning, at others less so, but, of late, this incarnation has simply been sublime. The current revival (I’m deliberately avoiding the word reformation as they’ve never really gone away, just mutated and changed while still somehow remaining The Wildhouse that audiences equally loved and hated) seems to have been gaining a slow but relentless momentum in recent times. Watching them a few years ago in the cramped, claustrophobic confines of the now long closed Beat Bar, it was hard to tell how much of the maelstrom was intentionally created by the band and how much was a result of the low roof, poor P.A. and dreadful acoustics but it was thrilling all the same. Then there was that legendary set last November, opening for De Rosa in this same venue, where a small but enthusiastic audience were blown away, not only by the sheer volume and howling, ringing feedback but by the dynamics and intricacies of sound and melody wrought out by three people using a basic set-up of two guitars, two drums and two voices.
There’s a bigger crowd tonight as Peter kicks the performance off. It’s initially quite low-key as he coaxes drones and feedback from his guitar and a box of tricks, then it becomes more textured and brutal. Paul joins in and slowly, out of the seeming chaos and randomness a song slowly starts to take shape. As Sheila joins in the sound, paradoxically, becomes more brutal and more beautiful, a real primal stew with elements of the Velvets, Mary Chain, Stooges, Loop and Sonic Youth (before they morphed into international jet setters post Daydream Nation). It’s rather splendid. In amongst the eardrum-splitting cacophony there are some sweet, sweet tunes fighting to get out. It’s a fine set, relentlessly loud, often chaotic, always breathtaking, with songs melting into one another culminating in Peter losing not one but three strings on his guitar before resorting to swinging it in an arc above his head, utilising it as a percussion instrument and generally raising an unholy racket. Meanwhile Sheila pounds out a merciless, primitive beat as Paul, hunched over the microphone, repeats a mantra-like line that initially was difficult to decipher until the words started to take shape over the elements. ‘The Lord is my shepherd’, he seems to be repeating over and over, almost to himself. It seems so perfect, so right in the context of what has gone before and I don’t know whether to laugh, clap or just sit in stunned silence with just the ringing in my ears for company. The Wildhouse may be vicious but they also know when to hit you with a flower. Definitely the best fun in town…


 
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Monday, March 30, 2009 
I can say however that this was the Wildhouse at their most confrontational. The tone was set with Peter off playing before Paul and Sheila were properly set-up and Paul then briefly berating the audience in a short break in the feedback squall. A totally uncompromising 20 minutes or so of sonic terrorism followed. Any remote chance of melody intruding on the set was completely lost by the fact that Paul’s vocals were totally inaudible almost from the start. I was standing just 3 or 4 yards from him, could see he was singing but not hear a word over the very loud screaming guitars and drums.
 
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Sunday, March 08, 2009 

Category: Music

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It may previously have been suggested hereabouts that The Wildhouse’s song ‘Doug and Billy’ is about Doug Yule and Billy Name. This is wrong, it is about Doug Yule and his brother Billy, as Mark from the Wildhouse camp told me on Friday. Billy stood in for Moe Tucker in the Velvet Underground when she was too pregnant to drum, he said. He also noted that my review of The Wildhouse’s Poet:Saint could ‘be read either way’, in terms of whether it was favourable or not. He was right. I liked the record, but I had reservations. But I had none at all about their gig that night, a feedback frenzy which culminated in so many broken strings and a guitar twirled repeatedly on its head not to mention used as a drum stick, plus a chant which only emerged as audible once the screeches had begun to subside, the words ‘I AM YOUR SHEPHERD’ and Christ this is how blasphemy should be. Best £3 I have ever spent. Somebody give them an Oscar. Their flyer too was perfection.
There is a video here of the opening song.


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Saturday, March 07, 2009 

Category: Parties and Nightlife
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Monday, March 02, 2009 

Category: Music
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All Encompassing Positive

February 26, 2009 ..


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Discovering legends operating within a few miles of home after more than 20 years is more than a little disconcerting. Yet the Wildhouse merit that description. In the mid to late 80’s they allegedly flirted with the prospect of attracting a wider audience only to sabotage that by asking that their deal match that of the Primitives. All of which, I’m ashamed to admit, completely passed me by.
After a period of inactivity a new line-up has been playing in Dundee (and further afield) in recent years and they came to my attention when I was putting together the line-up for this.
I finally got a hold of their last LP ‘Poet:Saint’ last week and it’s pleasing to be able to report a) that it’s a cracker, and b) that it captures some of the fury of the live shows.
The songs range from the 12 minutes of sonic terrorism on epic “DC” to shorter, sweeter numbers such as ” . The moods vary correspondingly too. There’s a lot of negative energy around - Paul and Sheila sing ‘And it makes me hate’ on ‘Coffin Factory’ and the Sonic Youth influenced closer relies on the refrain of ‘Die The Wildhouse Die’. But ‘Doug and Billy’ is more optimistic - “history will be kind” .
Paul’s vocals sound resigned throughout, world weary perhaps in the face of the guitars onslaught, although the number of feedback drenched tunes is actually in the minority.
The Velvet Underground are undeniably touchstones here. But in an era when prog seems to be an increasing influence on some alternative music it’s refreshing to hear these sort of influences again.
You can get ‘Poet:Saint’ via the Wildhouse Myspace.
A far more literate review of the album courtesy of La Terrasse.
A live version of a track from the LP:
The Wildhouse - When Beatles Were Liars (live)
And a video for ‘Doug and Billy’.
The Wildhouse have upcoming gigs on Friday 6th March (Dundee, Hustlers), Friday 27th march (Dundee, Balcony Bar) and Saturday 28th April (Glasgow, pivopivo).


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Saturday, February 21, 2009 

Category: Art and Photography
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&VideoID=52742272
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doug yule
billy yule
maureen tucker
lou reed
john cale
maxs kansas city
paul
filmed by shelia
peter wasnt invited
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Friday, February 20, 2009 

Category: School, College, Greek
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Thursday, February 12, 2009 

Category: Pets and Animals
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Thursday, February 12, 2009 

Category: Sports



I was going to write about this once I’d thrown off the January blues, but it does quite suit them. Probably it’s all that low-end guitar for which the lack of bass leaves room. A morass to cushion, absorb, contain. Mark, who kindly sent it after I saw them play in December (and who isn’t in the band, but runs their MySpace site, if I have that right? Message him there for a copy), says that the bass guitar on ‘Imaginary Party’ – which doesn’t sound like a bass at all – is ‘the only time the band ever used one’. What they do use are two guitars and some stand-up drums. The album is gentler than the gig was, by only a notch, but it’s enough to sort out what’s going on a bit better: Paul’s voice is at the centre, clean and fluid, brightly expressing weariness. Moving from one note to another he seems weighted down: the melodies slide around, never quite on the beat, as though something is dragging them back. On the opening ‘All Encompassing Positive’ he sings: ‘Hope flows / Hoping to cope’, the rhythm stately, the two chord riff detached, until everything speeds up and goes blurry, almost exactly like Joy Division’s ‘Insight’, except that the high pitched synth drum is replaced by yelping. The sound of what happens if you can’t cope, perhaps.
There is a tension between the gloom of the guitars and the rattling-along drums which seem to be from a poppier place entirely. It’s a great balance to have, of course: I remember how crushed I was on first hearing the Dub Narcotic Sound System, Calvin Johnson’s incredible booming warmth totally tamed by the presence of a conventional rhythm section. His voice needs the space Beat Happening give it (OK, so it’s also great on Heavenly records). The Wildhouse need this space too, for their guitars. But they sound strangely unlike their most obvious influence, The Velvet Underground. Poet:Saint is full of VU, it could be a concept album about them: there’s the pretty ‘Doug and Billy’ (‘smile at Lou Reed’s jokes’ – is that Doug Yule and Billy Name?)’; there’s ‘Imaginary Party’, with its left / right split of music and talking, just like ‘The Gift’ (this works really well – it’s a list of all the things that would or wouldn’t happen at a perfect party); there’s one song with the word ‘factory’ in the title and another with ‘stars’; there’s an epic rock out thing near the end (‘DC3’) which is one note away from using the ‘Sister Ray’ riff (and didn’t the Velvets drop that note themselves on the amazingly languid versions to be found on The Quine Tapes?)
You could obliquely link in ‘When Beatles Were Liars’, too, at least if you’re going with the theory (I think Vic Godard said this) that it was The Beatles put the weirdness into pop, but The Velvet Underground who influenced all the bands you’d actually want to listen to. It’s a song about being let down by The Beatles, and contains this jarring lyric: ‘Some empathy with David Mark Chapman / No sympathy for guns and those who use them’. You can see what they’re trying to do here, but it falls flat – it’s a nasty sentiment immediately qualified, so it ends up not being nasty enough (see Manic Street Preachers’ line ‘I laughed when Lennon got shot’ for an example of how to do this properly). Still, there is also ‘T-Rextasy only could console me’, and I love the idea of a moment so bad that only a blast of ‘Metal Guru’ can bring you back again. Another line, from ‘Doug and Billy’: ‘History will be kind’, suggests that The Wildhouse see themselves as pop curators, and this is a slight problem for their music, which can seem over-reverential. But that’s no reason not to enjoy the sounds, or the live onslaught.
The Wildhouse play Nice ’n’ Sleazy in Glasgow on 29th January.
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