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Thursday, December 24, 2009
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Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
The mysterious blogger who goes under the name Cowsarejustfood has posted a review of EP4. You can find it here: http://cowsarejustfood.wordpress.com/2009/10/14/the-radiation-line-ep4/Or, read the following: "I could continue this weeks pseudo philosophic literary music theme by making reference to michael moorcock who had a ship in a book called how the clouds have meaning, who hung with the original crazy druid noise bastards hawkwind. a band who’s shadow in turn hangs over the radiation line. i could mention aleister crowley and his pagan ways. his constant search for growth and change, experience and new energies. to stop swimming is to die. says the shark. no two songs the same. no two records the same. that’s the way of the radiation line. radioactivity, which for crowley put the glowing cancer cat amongst the mutant pigeons. scientifically speaking. which changed how we look at life and the structure and being of things. i could quote bill bryson (found, not read): tune your television to any channel it doesn’t receive and about one percent of the dancing static you see is accounted for by this ancient remnant of the big bang. the next time you complain that there is nothing on, remember that you can always watch the birth of the universe. i’d do this because the seven and a half minutes of lift off that opens this ep is all squeals and squalls of machine noise, elecricity and the thrum of broken things and detuned radios, the sounds of fax machines over old telephone wires and ancient computers loading. it’s harsh and unsettling but oddly soothing and comforting. much like the hissing wombnoise of tv static. radiation being the process in which energy emitted by one body travels through a medium or through space, ultimately to be absorbed by another body. this is how one might, nay should, experience the radiation line. as an act of aural osmosis. absorbing: the repeato chug and misfiring synth schzoom and vwaaah of now the clouds have meaning, that exists somewhere between earth and the aforementioned hawkwind. which builds not into doom but something approaching dionysian ecstasy, the monged stomping dance of jim morrison as a mountain of skullflower (the old stoned psyche stuff as opposed to the new harsh evil shit) topples onto him in a slo-mo death pact. there’s catharsis here, a joyous exhalation of bad shit trapped within; the random swells of planetary om, unstructured groans and moans and hissing feedback of to rot in orbit. or the equally brief in reflection of the great mirror… which condenses tangerine dreams entire output into one minute and thirty eight seconds. or the gentle throb of synth and barely twanged clean guitar, like labradford caught in an autumn breeze that is as heaven was revealed; spiral, as it brings things to a claustrophobic yet celestial climax. a minimalist jam of dial fiddling and (un)easy waves of oceanic crackle bringing to mind cemeteries, david lynch, planets, the cold dead unair of space, the kubrick monolith of 2001, that obsidian obelisk reflecting nothing yet everything.
I described their last ep here: electricity, grim and fizzing, and sparked-out dying, laid before us dangerously bare for all to experience. layering sustained om, swathes of weeping synth and machine music guitar eruptions atopatopatop zoned acoustic twang and mumbled murmurings to create a giant weighty blanket of pagan mist and ancient heaviosity. It looked to the earth. This bugger looks to the sky." ..
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Monday, November 23, 2009
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On this page, lamlash.Thanks to Simon Morris of Ceramic Hobs ( CLIK!, a most kool bunch from Blackpool that we played with on our recent journey south) for turning this fellow onto us. Here: "A Scottish outfit who, judging by the letter accompanying this, managed to dislodge a fair amount of dust during a devil-may-care gig played in a small room in a small house on small Blackpool back street. Small rooms may be the best place in which to capture their noise drone material judging by the second and longest track on here, a monster power chord drone barrage that could be the long lost cousin of a guitar laden Ramleh b-side. It’s all slowly strummed six string kachungs that set off imploding stars of epic drone against which a vibrating box of noise does the oscillating throat box bit. Not too far away from Ashtray Navigations more rocktacular works either. There’s some decent noise in the first track and the gently pulled strings picking out a delicate melody on ‘As Heaven Was Revealed’ would indicate that The Radiation Line may have been indulging in some Emeralds records. The desolate swirl and fraying synth splutters of the final track ‘Spiral’ meant that this humble CD will not be getting passed on [as recommended on the back sleeve to all those who ‘don’t dig’]."
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Friday, November 20, 2009
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Y'all will find it here, eh?"The Radiation Line are an experimental collective based in Central Scotland. I think that might contain Glasgow but I don't exactly know. What I do know is that this is a bit of a mind-boggler.
Skulls on any record cover usually suggest that evil is afoot but these guys seem more concerned with beauty, albeit a noisy sort of beauty rising out of the darkness scarred. Thirty seconds in I was ready for another drone-out but then whispered vocals and guitar appear. Hugely surprising stuff continually emerges from the murk throughout the whole thing including a full on four-to-the-floor banger (!) which dredges up memories of the heaviest nights out - when everything's an overpowering blur underpinned by thudding, there's a police siren screaming in one of your ears while someone's trying to speak into the other...it's massively disorienting. Before long it seems as if you're flying up and out of the town centre at speed. This is a consistently confounding release which still has its fair share of heavy drone, ambience and impending doom to please fans of impending doom, ambience and heavy drone but also squeezes loads of different sounds/rhythms into every available space.
Head over to the myspace and have a listen. One track on there suggests a more Earth/metal influence which wasn't immediately apparent. Who knows what the upcoming full-length will sound like? Not I. If it's as much of a trip as this EP it should be a winner."
Good blog, that.
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
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ISSUE 22
Page 57. Nice.
"From the first listen it's hard to be anything other than completely convinced. The Skull-adorned cover may give this EP the look of a straight doom metal release, but this collective are anything but. A well aware but never world-weary folk-drone psychedelic release, it's both fantastically diverse and shitting-well enjoyable; rock-noise explorations, mad travelogue remixes and leashed feedback. Open Minds, Big things."
By Scott Mckeating.
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Friday, October 09, 2009
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Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Click here to read...Our recent interview with Scott Mckeating in which we discuss EP4 and other such ventures is now up on the Foxy Digitalis website. Dig. J
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Monday, August 10, 2009
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Current mood:  voluminous
EP3 (the wan wi the Tourists and Skulls n that, eh?) is now available to buy via the At War with False Noise distro list. Cheapest pleace y'all will find it at £3 plus postage etc. Thon Al Mabon is a good guy. He puts it thus: "Stirling-based weirdo beardo duo." http://www.atwarwithfalsenoise.com/distro.htmlFar-out.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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Current mood:  breezy
Category: News and Politics
On my 22nd birthday (29th April 2009) we trekked to the top of a local mountain, planted a few nigella seeds into the soil, demanded that thee great old ones lavish us with sweet treats and then tundled off home a little disapointed in the reluctance on the part of thee old ones to ever answer our cries. Elsewhere in the country, a man stuck it into his blog that he quite liked our fifth ep. We called it EP3. http://cowsarejustfood.wordpress.com/2009/04/29/the-radiation-line-ep3/Here it is then - " Isit doom? is it folk? is it noise? is it drone? some questions my mad old mother would never ask upon hearing the radiation line. me? i hate pigeonholes and genres and labels and typecasting. so the radiation line are doom noise band specialising in sweeping drone and celestial folk… …fuck. can we start again? alright put it this way it’s not the kind of shit you play in the park on a sunny day flying kites. it’s not dinner party background twinklings. it’s not gonna be the first dance song at any weddings you go to. billy joel will never close a concert by banging out something from this ep on the piano. though the world would be a better place if these things were true… *sigh*. what it is, is sound. sound as torrential electricity, grim and fizzing, and sparked-out dying, laid before us dangerously bare for all to experience. layering sustained om swathes of weeping synth and machine music guitar eruptions atopatopatop zoned acoustic twang and mumbled murmerings to create a giant weighty blanket of pagan mist and ancient heaviosity. which is a good thing people
it does everything an ep should (and it is a beauty of an ep) by fucking, jiggering, experimenting, buggering with all the good ideas you ever had about making some compulsive, propulsive mangled folk record smothered in noise and hiss and muffled beats. reminding me at times of the damaged six strings of ben chasny and his six organs of admittance or the desert/crypt thrum of the sunno))) boris collaboration. except in the middle when tourist (part two) appears like some pounding darkwave version of arab strap. and as fucking mental as that description sounds, not only am i speaking the real true truth, but it so bloody works. i read that folks from lanterns, mills & boon and black sun (was john cromar really in a band called scrotal tunic?) have appeared disguised scooby doo villain-style. the albums mastered by kylie minoises lea cummings who apparently lives just up the road from me. a regular central/west of scotland hootenanny. anyway this comes highly recommended."
Which is nice. We've just got a new batch of these pretty wee things printed up, and they are more or less four quid.
J x
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Monday, August 25, 2008
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Current mood:  sneezy
Category: Music
Our first trek up to the city of Dundee on the 22nd august was interesting. Our set was very mellow by our usual standards, which was nice. Pete from Wildhouse played bass and Big Muff for us, Sheila battered her drums in a most tribal way. Our first since our very first gig that we've been a two piece so having Sheila and Pete helping us out was a big relief, they are lovely. The Balcony needs to get a Jukebox. With good tunes on it. Please, someone make this happen.
The Wildhouse were awesome. Swampy, murky and dirty. Waves of textural bliss. Yeah! Please play Ficca next time we see/play with you.
Grozny packed jaggy beef. They kick grooves something sexual. Lovely bunch of guys, always have some worthwhile chat, more folk need to go see them. Curious legs.
Swordmaster weren't my cup of tea. I wandered the streets for awhile, in search of a cafe where I could get myself some tea only to be bombarded by orange-peel cleavage at every turn. We headed up to kage afterwards, a little miffed to be charged to get into the place, does the bar not make enough to pay staff etc? Ye'd a thought so. Either way, got a big cuddle from Mike, who I haven't seen in well over a year and we had a thoroughly lovely time. Despite our driver refusing to dance about like a mad bastard to Mclusky, the air was not too bad.
Heading up to mike's place for a wee while, decided to split when he started offering me a guitar for one of our cds. Weirdo. Got outside, witnessed a wee scuffle. Some bloke just [I]had[/I] to comment on another bloke's lady (who turned out to be pregnant, oaft) and her apparently quite fat thighs. The police showed up and we suppered on cheesey chips whilst the police took names and statements. Good times. With the promise of a place to kip we headed off, finding a passed out fellow by the side of the road, on a flower bed. It seemed best to wake him and see him home, he didn't seem best pleased and did a runner.
What we discovered in Dundee: 1 - Curiosity Cola. Very tasty. Botanically brewed. Oh aye, 2 - There are Burning witch fans out there, like Chris from Kaddish. A nice man. and that James bloke that bought a cd off us, also a nice bloke. Looked a lot like Gary Glitter. 3 - Stirling ain't so bad.
A big thanks to the fellow that let us crash at his place. He was from Orkney. Didn't catch his name, someone tell him to get in touch, we'll send him some the remains of a shattered birdcage.
x
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Monday, August 18, 2008
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Current mood:  voluminous
Once more we are without bass player, as Paul has taken leave of us due to family commitments. If anyone is interested in taking up this (in no way cursed) position please get in touch.
For the time being we are back to being the Pet Shop Boys of drone but we dont feel dispirited and our up coming gigs will still rock like the grey slopes of Ben Nevis or something.
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Friday, July 04, 2008
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"Gentlemen, this is rumour control, here are the facts"
At the moment we are halfway through our third ep. This will feature Bella Victoria, as heard at our last few gigs and on this very myspace page. The other tunes so far are along similar lines to what we've done already, but still a progression. It looks likely to be available about mid August, perhaps maybe.
After that we'll be doing a mini album type thing of collaborations and remixes with lots of cool people we have met on this twisty musical path that we tread on. ....and then? Who can say. There has been talk of a full album, so please stay tuned.
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