Apr 19, 2011

the long awaited Extras Package to accompany Life in the Loading Bay can be obtained here

http://www.maliciousdamage.biz/shop/product_info.php?products_id=176

Hurry now..

Interview with Shrieks -in depth- http://www.nemesis.to/shriekbackinterview.htm


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Apr 14, 2011

Blog SHRIEKBACK AT THE MOVIES
Shriekback has long enjoyed a cordial, if intermittent, rapport with the film business. The reason is not hard to discern: we do seem to be good at creating 'atmosphere'. Evoking feelings; establishing a mood. I've no idea why this comes so easily but it...


Apr 13, 2011

Just to let y'all know that the long awaited Life in the Loading Bay EXTRAS package is now available from Malicious Damage Records. http://www.maliciousdamage.biz/shop/product_info.php?products_id=176

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Mar 13, 2011

As you will see below we are presently working on a promotional film for 'Flowers of Angst' from the new album: 'Life in the Loading Bay.'  To try and orientate myself again to the mores of this curious artform I had a nose around on YouTube where there are 40 (gosh!) videos related to...


Mar 9, 2011

Last week Carl Marsh and I, along with my friend performance artist Spike, capered before Mike Cole's camera in various floral ways. My son Finn provided another lense-view (more than somewhat aggrandised as our '2nd Unit').

Spike has been performing regular 'interventions' in public...


Feb 15, 2011


'Gotta Sea Theory (gonna bore my friends)

When Andy Partridge bestowed (and e-bowed) his benediction on this tune (from the 2007 album 'Cormorant') he was moved to enquire what, then, might my 'Sea Theory' be? In a government-spokesman-being-grilled-on-Newsnight...


Jan 25, 2011

It's an old cliche: we look at the dog asleep at the hearth twitching and gronffing and we say something like: 'oh he's chasing rabbits in his dreams'.


Jan 10, 2011

 

I wrote a menagerie of tunes on Roz's piano high in her Brixton tower block where, in the distance, the London Eye rose by laborious degrees. A similar elevation was occuring, more rapidly, in my own bosom so I decided to try some experiments in the studio.

My old friend...


Jan 2, 2011


My Plutonium Days Are Over


My piss is toxic waste, and none surprised: this venue has many times been host to symphonies of whiskey, á go-go and otherwise, all slinky movement, processions of chemicals, a trampling of faith and innocence religious in its intensity. Wailing,...


Dec 17, 2010
???The Painter Paints And The Writer Writes - Carl Marsh

 

I stare into infinity...

 

Skyball the endless...


Dec 5, 2010

Part 1: Mercury, Saturn and the Tuning Wrench

So there I was in the precarious but shimmering intensity of the 'Acoustic Shrieks', that thoroughly lovable, convulsively perverse aggregation of talented freaks (me, Mark Raudva, Martyn Barker and Lu Edmonds -later joined by Simon...


Nov 26, 2010

As a kid I became fascinated with Kenneth William's character Rambling Sid Rumpo on the radio show 'Round the Horne.' Rambling Sid was a parody of the earnest minstrels of the 60's who prefaced each tune with a cultural analysis using the archaic words of yesteryear. This ambiguity of course...


Nov 8, 2010

Loving Up the Thing

I felt like reclaiming my 80's electropop birthright since it was all so dam' fashionable at the time of writing but bringing to the form some of the subversive edge of it's original exponents (I was thinking Eurythmics and...


Aug 10, 2010

reflections track-by-track 1:

Simpler Machines a song about mechanical nostalgia inspired by a phrase of the architectural critic Robert Harbison (who was, you may care to know, also obliquely responsible for '50 ways of looking at a Cormorant (long story). He said: 'there is no...


Aug 10, 2010

I, Barry Andrews, shall be -er- 'blogging' here regularly, as we are assured, will be Carl Marsh and, who knows, other Shrieks-of-yore. In fact, let's call this Blog #1. About that: since I feel the world probably has more than enough fatuous babble...