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We regret to announce that The Eighteenth Day of May will no longer record or
perform live together. It has been lots of fun doing so for the last
three years, but we've reached the end of the road and all good things must come to an end, etc.
We would like to thank everyone that has worked with us at any
time, particularly Andy Childs at Hannibal, Kieron Moyles at ChappleDavis and James Alderman at Freetrade.
We'd especially like to thank all the good people that bought the records and
came out to see us. It meant a lot, it really did.
Ultimately, has been an amicable split and there is nothing more
to really say on the matter other than that it was all Karl's fault.
However we've still got a bunch of songs to share with you so watch this space.
Best regards and many thanks,
Richard, Allison, Ben, Mark , Alison and Karl
The Eighteenth Day of May
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The Eighteenth Day Of May's shared love of the English folk music of Shirley Collins and
Martin Carthy, the West Coast pop of The Charlatans and The Byrds and the psychedelia
of Spacemen 3 and The Brian Jonestown Massacre results in music with a twisted beauty, not to mention some of the trippiest murder ballads you’ll ever hear.
Here's what Time Out magazine had to say about our debut album:
The psych-folk revival continues with these London acid popsters, whose
perky jangle and honeyed drone draws on the same formula as folk rock
originals Fairport Convention and Pentangle. Think Brian Jonestown
Massacre with a traditional, fingerpicking twist, some jazzy Danny
Thompson and Terry Cox-styled grooves and drawn-out space rock and you’re
almost there. Groovy man. Chris Parkin
And the NME are pretty keen on it too:
London-based collective The Eighteenth Day Of May have enchanted many people over the past year, casting their folk-rock spell at low-key gigs in and around the capital. For those people who are still scared of the ‘F’ word – and that can’t be many in these Devendra-dominated days – The Eighteenth Day Of May mix up the dulcimers with a languorous, droney sound that reveals them to be just as keen on Spacemen 3 as Steeleye Span. The end result is this beautifully bucolic album of songs about forests, twigs and trees that sounds like a musical Indian summer, guaranteed to lighten up the darkest of winter nights. Nathaniel Cramp
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