p j harvey, sufjan stevens, kristin hersch, bjork, thomas truax, massive attack, the pixies, coco rosie,
Sounds Like
heartbreak towers of concrete and glass, four am fumbles with the desperately inappropriate, howling at the moon, breakdancing in cocktail dresses, brittle winter sun, swallowing love whole, looking so good in your pants that you seriously consider them as outerwear, fucking feeling and fighting, squeezing the last breath out of it all
Laura Lewis and Her Amazing Tea Dance Orchestra
L’Histoires
Lolly Cum Violencia
5’4”
Smells like Vanilla
Likes Post Punk Opera
Plays ukulele, banjo, harp, angel guitar
“Because I’m small people think they can boss me around. Also they think I’ll be a bitch because I’ve had to deal with that all my life. I like to make people think I’m fulfilling their expectations then surprise them.”
Victoria Labia
5’9”
Smells like Raspberry Punch
Likes Low Country
Plays pianola, miserichord, harpsichord, clavichord
“Back home I broke horses. The boys liked to watch. I’d wear my best petticoats and they’d get all sweaty and dusty, sometimes a little bloody. Breaking horses is like good fucking – the deed isn’t done until everybody involved is half dead and happier than they’ve ever been in their whole fucking life before.”
Manchurian Spector
6’2”
Smells like opium
Likes Apocalyptic Hip Hop
Plays melodica, bone whistle, penny whistle, decks, spray cans
“Once I jumped off a building and never hit the ground, not that I noticed anyway. People think I’m walking but if you get down on the ground and stick your nose right up close to my trainer rubber you’ll see there’s a little space in there, like between the wee bodies in an atom. I’m flying all the time baby.”
Dusty Garota
5’6”
Smells like brownies and balloons
Likes Lullabies
Plays crystal glasses, typewriters, pearls with bells on the end
“People are always talking about love as if it’s some unicorn sitting in the corner of the room in a leather armchair smoking a Cuban cigar. Have you ever opened your legs on the top of a mountain and felt the sun come down and fuck you from above? Have you ever slid your hard cock into the earth and felt what it is really like to fertilise? I’m not talking some hippie bullshit here. I’m talking about tongues and blood and the stuff that comes out of you after you die, the stuff you sing with, the stuff you love with.”
none of us have ever met this laura lewis, but she says it was all her idea
laura lewis and her amazing tea dance orchestra slunk onto the performance art scene at SiLENCiO's first birthday in January 2004.
the Tea Dance Orchestra has at various points been very lucky to have amongst its ranks: Susi Kedzierska, Nick Stewart, Tim from Big Hand, Adam Melvin AKA Melvitronica.
The tea dance orchestra are currently writing and recording in a nuclear bunker somewhere in Leith.
Laura Lewis and The Tea Dance Orchestra's Friend Space (Top 38)
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Hey check out the new video for Rachael Sage's song "Vertigo"! The banner takes you to her youtube page, leave a comment and let us know what you think! xoxo Jill @ MPress
WHEN: 23 July @ 9pm WHERE: The Voodoo Rooms, 19a West Register Street, Edinburgh. COST: £6 / 5 (Tickets available soon from Ripping Records & Avalanche)
You are invited to the acoustic gig of the year....
JL Williams (Neue Liebe) and Weaponizer unite to present an evening of enchanting music and hypnotic poetry - not to be missed!
WHEN: TONIGHT WHERE: The Voodoo Rooms, 19a West Register Street, Edinburgh. COST: £6 / 5 (Tickets available soon from Ripping
The hardest thing waking in pain Was wondering where the warmth had gone Cat in the night disappeared The room still dark, the blood all dried
In cafes everyone nonchalant She smiles and holds their calloused hands She smiles and swallows back her scream The cat in the window disappears
Who pulled back the curtain, I asked you Not to get curious golden boy What does it cost you to be an idol Everything I told you if you looked
Treacle hardens on the side of the dish She scrubs and scrubs but it won't come clean The wound won't heal unless the dirt comes out She's not drunk enough, the pain shines through
Lost sight of the cat round Wolfgang corner Maybe its best she learns to sleep on her own At least until the right key turns All her secrets rising like a flock of doves
Who pulled back the curtain, I asked you Not to get curious golden boy What does it cost you to be an idol Everything I told you if you looked
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New Found Sound Xmas Party Wed 19th Dec with THE MAGNIFICENTS, ACTION GROUP, KESER, THE DIALS, SATELLITE DUB + DJ sets from LEITH FM & NOMAD SOUL – 7.30pm – 3am / £2 btl beer or spirit/mixer
Ballboy, St Judes Infirmary & Sixpeopleaway Online tickets are sold out – still avail from Ripping & Ticket Scotland
help help help help - exams are fucking stupid. i wish i could just speak it :( or...better, sing it, or play it on a saucepan, or blow it in a melodica. bastard academia. Anyhoo - glad all your grown-up situation looks like panning yer way if ye get my jist :) xxxxxx
hmmmmm.... i love my thermos xxxxx i think i am making that end of the story poem into a song, a bit of a neeeewwwvoooo folk ballad. for christmas. xxxxx
i carry you over the sea as if i was a boat though we rock in the storm and my sides leak i keep you safe in my hold i hold you in the wooden safe of my heart i carry you through the storm as if you were a star in the night carried safe in darkness xxxxx
