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i wake up with the thunder of your typewriter, every night

 I am emerging like a wet, pink baby slithered from a womb, from the washy-drek of writing about Derrida, reading about Derrida and seizing in my sleep, to break my own rule and talk about a record that has absolutely no correlation to the Irish Music Scene whatsoever. I’ll leave it to whatever sort of beast reads this blog to flagellate, while inside my head the supposed epileptic tosses the furniture to David Koresh Superstar, the third and most ambitious album by Sussex band, The Indelicates.

I have had an obsession with cults since I was 15 years old and Mike Guard – a crumpled mole of a man hired by the governments of the UK and Ireland to assist in extracting people from the grasps of authoritarian religious sects – visited our school to blow about seven minds with his stories of kids JUST LIKE US who got caught up with the “wrong side of religion”. I won’t make this an essay on the ironies of bland and uniformed convent girls being lectured on the dangers of fundamentalism, because that would be too easy and not very interesting. Guard, however, was fascinating to those of us willing to stay awake through his white board experiments and strangely evocative discussions on how, yes, people will believe anything you tell them with enough conviction. Unlike the masses of vagina cladden teenagers with pierced tongues hanging spongy from their mouths, I was ripe for this and spent the next few months reading about Sharon Tate’s split belly, Kool-Aid spiked with cyanide and David Berg’s massive beard (actually massive).

One name that, interestingly, I didn’t come across until recently was David Koresh, dyslexic Texan and Branch Davidan sect leader that believed himself to be the prohpet and the man at the centre of a fifty one day siege at Waco, Texas. The attack on Koresh’s camp ended on April 19th, 1993 with the FBI broadcasting the elliptical, “David, you have had your fifteen minutes of fame… Vernon is no longer the messiah.” and the proceeding gas-aided gunfire that raged and killed the remaining Mount Carmel occupants at Waco, pissing all over agent Byron Sage’s promise that “this is not an assault […] we do not want to hurt anyone.” Seventy six people died in total over the course of 51 days, including sixteen children under 5, two pregnant woman and of course, Koresh, himself.

And that is the tiniest history for the massive backdrop that makes up ‘David Koresh Superstar‘, the Webberian concept record, which is, as well as history, crammed with crushing ballads (“The Woman Clothed with the Sun” and “Superstar” being those that draw most blood), theatrical and frenzied choruses and the almost lunacied conviction of Simon’s Koresh. The record also closes with a gospelly, call and response cover of “John the Revelator”, a perfect accidental for a record that rages and sooths in equal measures.

I think the thing that made me so obsessive about cults, in retrospect, was not the carnage or any degree of interest in the things these people actually believed, but rather the phenomenon that Mike Guard had told me at 15 and had with soft vowels and a slight midlandy lisp convinced me of; That these kids were just like me and that people would, and some needed to believe anything you tell them, with enough conviction. And almost every song on this album is, in that context, heart-breaking. There’s no smugness or overbearing irony, just really sad music about people who had really sad lives. Bad people, in some cases if you believe in that sort of thing, good people in others, but on a whole, pretty damaged people who lived damaged lives and were ultimately damaged by their tragic deaths. There’s a fuck bucket of politics too, and I could make BLANKET STATEMENTS about the policies of salty-bastard-Bill-Clinton, but I’m trying this thing where I don’t metamorphose into Bill Hicks at the drop of a topical conversation.

Anyway, the point of this post is that this is a delightful record. Once again I’ve failed to actually provide any critical information about how the violins are mad lovely and the vocals are, characteristically, mad lovely and how basses and drums do things I could never hope to understand so will not attempt to write about, ever. But I will do something of use now and tell you where you can get your hands on David Koresh Superstar, convinced as I’m sure you are, that it is the right thing to do. You know, fundamentally.

You can now officially order the record here and check out the tour dates on their website, here.

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I had a conversation with my roommates and other collected conservatory friends, the other day about what our very favourite things in the world are. It’s a difficult question, because although its easy to roll mundanities like “the smell of laundry” and in one strange case “Ian Wright”, off the tongue, when you absolutely have to be singular – or as much as you have to be in anything rhetorical you’ve just preceeded with the “in my pants” game – we had a tendency to stop and stare. I’ve actually spent quite a bit of time thinking on the subject. If there was one thing in the world – and I use the word ‘thing’ liberally – that I could say made me happier than anything else… what would it be? A part of me wants to choose a person. Because it’s a nice thought that your friends and family can make you feel like a more complete hunk of flesh. And it’s true, they do. But if we were looking at consistency – because people have the capabilities to also turn your world to ash – I think the thing that makes me happier than anything else is free music.

FREE MUSIC. Let me sing it to the heavens! Music, which in itself seems to have a singular ability to level my moods, suddenly appearing at my earbuds without so much as a dime lifted from my none-too-weighty purse. And I’ve said it before, this feeling of universal ill-balance, the see-saw of soaring into the air when there’s no chubby counterpart to weigh you down, might just be the best thing in the world.

Which leads me ineloquently into sharing something wondrous with you, something so wondrous that it may just turn this day of sobbing singles, chocolate overdoses and rewound video tapes – that’s right, video tapes – of Colin Firth getting out of a lake as we squint, hands in pants, trying to decide if that is the contour of a nipple, or if our willful but weighty hearts are condescending us into thinking we’re getting more than a sapping white shirt, into something entirely more bearable. And that thing is free music, in the form of a wonderful soundtrack to the original Irish film by Ian Lawton, The Other Marty.

So the film itself, starring Tommy O’Leary and Steve Wilson, is a chilly piece directed and written by former Omelette Ian Lawton set for release later this Spring . And as though it wasn’t enough to actually get some decent independent cinema coming from this country, the soundtrack, primarily featuring the work of Lawton himself as The Video Nasty, is being offered as a free download on Bandcamp from the 14th of February. As well as the beautifully eerie soundscapes written specifically for the film, the album also features two songs from the incomparable Large Mound, including the mighty “We’d Love to stay we’d play for Free” which I have been playing over and over and over and over, and some excellent re-mixes from the likes of the Mounds Anthony Mackey, Lmd64 and Colin J Morris.

Preview the album here and then go download it (FOR FREE! FREE MUSIC!) on Bandcamp

If you want to get your hands on a physical copy – I know I do – then go along to the premiere screening of the film on March 17th at the Underground Cinema showing at The Kingston Hotel, Dun Laoghaire. Tickets cost a mere fiver and the show starts at 7.30. A decent way to spend St. Patrick’s Day that does not involve drawing on your face in permanent marker and/or scooping up handfuls of sick from the pungent pool of your own lap.

And before I return to the vicious cycle of the rewind/squint and sitting on my hand until its numb enough for me to think that someone else might have their hand down my pants, it is with similar feelings of excitement, admiration and anticipation that I announce something that I meant to announce a long time ago, but haven’t until their featuring place on “The Other Marty” OST catapulted it back into my mind. And that is the absolutely wonderful new album project from Large Mound.

OK, so this is how it works. Every month, on the 25th of every month you can log on to the Large Mound Bandcamp and download a single track from the 12 piece album. Come December with the final track, we then culminate Another Year of Rock. Get it? Genius, right? Janurary’s song “Cremate Me” has obviously already gone live, and I’m pretty stoked to see the next track up on the 25th of this month. Keep an eye on the project, its an extremely exciting way to do things, and particularly from such a hard-working and dependable band.

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