Scythe Endadays - Proud, taciturn, resiliently masculine. Women want him, men want to avoid him when he's in one of his "moods". Exudes a powerful musk of sandalwood with top notes of bergamot.
Eels Only - The spine of the Red Atlas. If you hold his head between your thumbs and blow gently it makes a slight rasping noise - try it! It's fun!
Bomb Petrol - "Don’t bore us, pass the amphoras!" - Mr. Petrol is both a time traveler and a bigamist. If you follow him down his "magic alley" you'll discover a prelapsarian world of innocent, relentless nudity - with top notes of bergamot.
Martian Keta-Speed - The Latte Lad. The Atlas' resident firebrand is also their sticksman; a volatile combination! All he has to do is rub his two sticks together and the building's gutted - as are the paying audience! At the bar? His is the Molotov cocktail! Not really, he favours a virgin mojito. And don’t scrimp on the syrup!
Pierrot le Fou - No one knows the trouble he's seen - least of all him as he was drunk out of his mind! There's a strong possibility that there would have been no trouble at all if he'd put a cork in it but as he says himself that could have been anyone's rug. Does a lot of work for clarity.
Red Atlas are secretive, gnomic and rude. They jump and they shout and they stomp and they make a lot of noise. They are secondsighted seers, stranded in a Patrick Hamilton world of patched jackets, half-empty glasses, sticky carpets and permafrost blondes.
Formed in London in early 2008 from the ashes of The Blackguards, inspired by everyone from Serge Gainsbourg to Swell Maps, and pioneering a soulful soundclash of postcountry-postpunk, Red Atlas have rocked rooms from Shoreditch to Soho to Stockwell with fizzing power-pop vignettes about bitterness, loneliness, regret and moustachioed men in tube socks.
'Fabulous songs walk a tightrope between driving post-punk minimalism and beautifully crafted other worldliness...a band to be cherished and unique on a world scale not just a Liverpool one !'
' Judging by the six treats found looming on the emily& the faves' myspace it shouldn’t be long before the music press start sniffing around and professing them to be the ones to watch. Gorgeously honeycombed treats braided by all manner of lysergic jangles, cutely attractive hooks cut with a deliriously off set dizziness.....'
New track uploaded - check it out! well, old track re-done if we're honest. What's these rumours doing the rounds about a Red Sultans of Atlas FC supergroup?
Obviously, we agree with our hotheaded chums. Yet more! Your singing and twangularity hits me in a kind of Jim O'Rourke kind of way, which means you get three thumbs up from me. It also explains why I've had a scrap of paper with the words Red Atlas written on it these past few weeks. See yous there, Gack Merga.
