BEARD ROCK - Goat Review

The good people of Beard Rock have given their approval to Goat's 'World Music', this is what they had to say:


Way up in the remotest hills in Sweden, there lies the mouth of a creepy mountain cave, flickering with writhing bodies cavorting in front of candlelight. Inside, an unholy rhythm pounds and rattles sending the half naked revellers into a dead eyed trance. This is pretty much how I imagine Goat’s 'World Music' was recorded: part ritual, part disco, part psych freak-out.


Read the rest of the article: beardrock.com/reviews/goat

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Introducing World Music, the debut album by Goat

Swedish afro-psych-kraut-voodoo space heads GOAT are releasing their debut album WORLD MUSIC (Launch048) on Rocket on August 20th.


The track list for the album is:

01 Diarabi 
02 Goatman
03 Goathead
04 Disco fever
05 Golden Dawn
06 Let it bleed
07 Run to your mama
08 Goatlord
09 Det som aldrig förändras/Diarabi


The LP is limited to 1000 copies, 300 of those are orange and 700 are black, and both come is special die-cut sleeves. The first press of the CD is also limited to 1000 copies and also has a special die-cut slipcase, this is a sneak preview of what it looks like:

The band are doing a short tour for the album in October, the dates are:



October 19 - UK / London / The Lexington (with Teeth of the Sea and Gnod)
October 20 - UK / Newcastle / Star and Shadow Cinema
October 21 - UK / Birmingham / Supersonic Festival (with Hookworms, Carlton Melton etc)
October 26 - Sweden / Malmo / Debaser
October 27 - Sweden / Gothenburg / Truckstop Alaska (with Acid Mothers Temple)


Here are some videos of three of the tracks off the album, including the sold out 7" of GOATMAN and the sold out tape of GOATHEAD. The third video LET IT BLEED (Launch049) is being released as a download single on July 20th. And finally we have included the video of THE SUN THE MOON, which was the B-side to the GOATMAN 7" and the GOATHEAD tape:













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Nothing is... July 20th featuring rare DJ set by Plastic Crimewave

As previously reported, the psych legend that is Plastic Crimewave will be joining us at Nothing is... on Friday July 20th at our usual venue of The Alibi in Dalston.


This is the first time Plastic Crimewave has DJ'd in the UK and we are chuffed to bits his debut is with us as he is famous for his record collections and one of the worlds most highly regarded 'crate diggers'.


If you are unaware of his history, you can read all about him on Wiki here and see his website here.


The poster above was designed by the man himself


Things kick off at 9pm and finish at 3am...and as always, it is free to get in!!!


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GNOD on Tour in Portugal

GNOD are very much buzzing their bee stings off to be heading out for some shows in Portugal especially to go to..

milhoesdefesta hang out with some heads and play some heavy sounds.

Bring it.

19th July - DJ set @ Milhoes de Festa ‘warm-up’ - Barcelos

21st July - Milhoes de Festa - Barcelos

22nd July - Black Gnod (collaboration w/ Black Bombaim) Milhoes de Festa - Barcelos

25th July - Cafe au Lait- Porto

26th July - House party tba - Porto

27th July - TBA - Lamego

28th July - TBA - Lisboa

milhoesdefesta

loversandlollypops

Gostaria-mos de agredecer ao Joaquim dos Lovers & Lollypops ,aos Black Bombaim e Mario em Lisboa pela ajuda com esta pequena tournee.

Gnod Bless

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Teeth of the Sea appear on great Robot Elephant mixtape

Robot Elephant have put together a nice little mix tape that features Teeth of the Sea's Cemetery Magnus, alongside tracks by Shit and Shine, Carter Tutti Void, Cut hands...




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Goat get in the 'freak' zone

Stuart Maconie played the track Disco Fever from the forthcoming Goat album World Music on last nights Freak Zone on BBC 6 Music.

You can listen to the show for 6 days here

The album is released on August 20th, keep your eye on the blog for details about the Ltd vinyl and CD versions


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Unearthed... The Heads with Jello Biafra track

Anthroprophh (Paul Allen from The Heads) has digged out an old track The Heads did with Jello Biafra and put it up on Soundcloud.


Jello stayed in Bristol several weeks (at Hotel Hawkwind) while writing an album with The Heads which was unfortunately unfinished, here is a taster of what that album, may of sounded like.





Hopefully more tracks (and the stories) of these sessions will officially see the light of day sometime in the future.


On other Heads news, Rocket are currently shifting through hours of unseen footage of the Heads to add to the two live sets the band performed at the Cube several years ago. All this amazing footage will be released on DVD sometime in 2013.


Also, more news from Anthroprophh, his debut album which will be released on Rocket late 2012 early 2013 is nearly finished and sounds like it is going to be an absolute killer album, up there with the best of The Heads jams!!

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Teeth of the Sea remix Esben and the Witch

Teeth of the Sea were asked by Esben and the Witch to remix one of their tracks after their successful tour together..


Here are the results...lets hope they release it as this has to be heard on vinyl!!!


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'Wine women and song or two' praise Gnod

'Wine women and song or two' have some nice words to say about Gnod:


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I don’t call myself a poet because I’m not one, but I wouldn’t because I don’t like the word. There’s a deal of nostalgia in rock and roll. Just look at the cover of NME on any given fortnight, slathered with the words return, comeback and full of artists familiar twenty years ago. Rock and roll was better twenty years ago, they seem to cry, aching for a return when rock and roll was better. But rock and roll today is fucking superb! You just gotta look at Gnod to know we’re doing better than ever. To NME I say (firstly, give me a job please) write about your own times. Write about your own world. We’re here, now, and we’re livin’ it right now and there are things going on that will hit you like a twenty-foot gong and you won’t stop shaking ‘til yer firmly in the ground if you just let ‘em in. That’s why you mighta noticed I changed my angle of attack, and am writing a whole bunch more on albums that are recent. No I don’t know when recent starts, mid 2010ish. Yah I love my MC5s and my Sir Lord Baltimores just like you guys but there are bands out there sorely missing the kind of lysergic higher rock and roll criticism those bands took for granted and here at this blog we specialise in pretending we can do. Though Gnod need no assistance from us shitheads to convince you that they’re meditatively vital for the ultramodern rock and roll revolution. So our quarry today comes outta the north (though south of here) ready with red hand steady on a bloody machete, slice Jack’s… take an axe and give that motherfucker forty whacks. This spinning disk ain’t gonna stop ‘til heads roll off the cuttin’ block. So why do they seem to fuckingzen? They’ve got away with these sonic crimes for so long because nobody in authority can bring themselves to believe that such chilled out and ultimately harmless people could have so much of the werewolf in ‘em. Well the evidence is there, they’re pushing it in our faces motherfucker and dropping the kind of prolific pseudo-religious drivel that starts actual religions. I say we all just submit because there isn’t anything stopping this four-record-a-year sonic caravan, best to just give in lest we get crushed under its spinning vinyl wheels.


A song is something that walks by itself. I hate to get all fucking contemplative on y’ kiddies because it makes me look like a colossal cunt and leaves ya none the wiser but Gnod are just so far outside my normal(normal? Ya, normal) modes of expression there’s little else to do ‘cept talk like some pop-cult mans-man pseudo-psyche pill freak in slow tones and hope y’all grasp the right end of the spiritual stick and go out and avail yersels of everything Gnod are giving out, shirts, disks, downloads, anything they do is up t’ it’s neck in this thoroughly essential modern statement about the cure for what ails us. Rock and roll has always meantsomething, in the fifties it was about rebellion, in the sixties, revolution, in the seventies it was about the death of the fifties and sixties, in the eighties it was about surviving the eighties, in the nineties it was about all the previous meanings being a dirty capitalistic lie we’re all still falling for, in the naughties there was no rock and roll because everything what called itself rock and roll was a revolting saccharine chart cunt in the worst possible invocation. We’re still figuring out the teens. For me it’ll be Heliotropes, בלטה and Gnod leading a horde of Mongol warriors riding amplifiers, not horses. Of course this’ll be the first decade with true rock maestros waiting in the wings who haven’t as yet been heard to any degree. Heliotropes are NY, the heart of the syphilitic corpse of the west, so they’re poised to nail the beauty right as the whole thing comes tumbling down, בלטה are more essential because they’re right in the heart of the revolution in Palestine which may yet prove to be the end of us all as the mushroom clouds rise and בלטה’s electric fury storms across the nuclear apocalypse-wracked wastes looking for minds to blow. Gnod have a handle on something going on right now, which is nothing. We have no great conflict, we have no great task, our ‘crisis’ is ensuring the economy don’t collapse so we can still buy things that don’t matter to impress people we despise and the only people truly worried are greed heads who don’t realise that anything truly worth having can never be sold for money. While I am endeavouring to write about ma own time, Gnod are playing songs firmly rooted in the now.


Gnod drop with a firework crackle synapse-snap spacerock inadequately described as motherfucking. Cut after cut of pure heavens, stars an’ all, go into each glorious record and they’re so damn prolific. Your first Gnod record is gonna become an addiction, and after a few years of wearing the tee to threads and ruining your neighbours sleep schedules you’ll wonder what you ever saw in that first dead-eyed knockoff compared to what they’re cranking out now. The two-part Chaudelande records are the summation, the mosttogether statement yet by this band, but no doubt they’ll have a few more in place by the time this goes out. That isn’t to diminish the value of the more splintered expressions as additional salvoes to have at the ready in yer sonic armoury. Even their mosttogether statement has languid songs stretched out over ten, twenty minutes, entire side-long explorations through empty plains torn at by howling guitars and the feral cries of wolves. They paint the sort of feelings that never come again, launching into wild energetic workouts to which witnesses to Gnod live will attest. Even when the riffage on volume two of Chaudelande gets into dang heavy territory, giving the final cut from L.A.M.F. or Holy McGrail’s Shake Appeal cover some serious competition, the band never seem out of breath, even while exhaustingly battering their instruments and the listener. A Gnod album will floor you for sure, but the band are barely getting started. This is what they bring that music so badly needs. Perspective. The world is a ride, and we are all part of that ride and nobody wants to get off, so much so that they’ve forgotten that this is a ride at all and believe it all actually matters. They think the fear is real and the spite is real and the more fearful and spiteful y’ are, the more real everything is. Nothing in the world matters, least of all the things people seem to worry about the most. Just as they take a sledgehammer to the shop window of conventionalanything, reminding us that the verse-chorus-verse structure is as much a fable as anything, Gnod put things in perspective. It’s just music. It’s just money and it’s just life. It doesn’t matter and none of it is going to last forever and in two days the things you’re worrying about now will make you laugh so why not cut to the chase. The only things that matter are the things that don’t ever pass or fade from memory, love, happiness, peace, beauty. You’re all beautiful people, not because of what you look like, but because of what you can do. You can make someone’s day, without any effort; just by smiling and having a good time you’ll spread the love at the speed of sound. So why don’tcha?


What matters is that on this ride we have fun, because that’s what a ride is for. If you aren’t having fun at every minute then what’s the point of being on the ride? That’s why Gnod are the band resolutely for now. That is the cure for what ails us. What ails us is a crippling plague of seriousness and a potentally fatal case of taking life seriously, symptoms include a total lack of perspective, thinking pieces of paper are more important than human beings with feelings and the ability to love, doing things you hate to acquire pieces of paper and disregarding music, love, companionship and beauty in favour of chrome and glass and leather and numbers. Urgent prescription is to drop whatever you’re doing, and go and enjoy yerself right now. And there’s not many more enjoyable things than settling down for eight solid hours with your collection of Gnod records and letting them plaster yer brain against the back of yer skull again and again ‘til y’ realise it’s just a ride.


Written under duress by Steven.



See the piece here


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'Wine Women and Song or two' review Goat - Goathead tape

Great blog Wine Women and Song and two have reveiwed the now sold out Goat tape that came out a few months ago:


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“The roads of Scotland afford little diversion to the traveller, who seldom sees himself either encountered or overtaken, and who has nothing to contemplate but grounds that have no visible boundaries.” – Samuel Johnson.


When I first listened to this Goat EP I just laughed manically for the entire duration. I spun it again straight away and laughed all the way through again. The band I was most instantly transported to spiritually was Sir Lord Baltimore, I had a similar reaction to their Kingdom Come LP that is still 37 minutes of more frantic and orgasmic fun than any of us has any right to have. The pseudo-psyche afro-funk junk-drunk guitar workouts of the most psychedelically bizarre are just instantly and eternally exuberant. That Goat are playing shows in deepest darkest Sweden with Acid Mothers Temple ought to come as a surprise to virtually nobody as soon as they get an earful of exactly what these guys do. The songs all bounce with youth and life and make you want to do the same. More and more with each lesson their exuberant rituals embody that statement of the great Hamilton Morris, “life is but a cosmic giggle on the breath of the universe” ‘cuz that’s the mood envoked by this kind of bombastic high-energy lysergic rock and roll; the sound of a laugh at a crowded party; the sound of instantly dissipated cosmic perfection synthesised down in unconventional sound laboratories meant for innerspace exploration, not outerspace categorisation; a volume conquistador conjured to explore us in a way filled with such high energy that it positively fizzes. They’re conjuring the spirits of the still living and they come up dancing. They’re the perfect road record, perfect to watch that white line dance around in front of you as the hot nose devours the road. Hundreds of miles sucked under the spinning wheels. Burning down the highway.Heading west. Chasing our shadows in the early morning.


Yes, unless you’ve recently had brain surgery and are coming off the anaesthetic you’ve probably picked up that today was the beginning of part two (the proper part) of my Highland adventure. While this will by no means be a travel diary, the music we pick is gonna be all about what we’re doing so it’ll inevitably slip in I guess and I’m not even trying to hide from it. Today Goat have been accompanying us across the empty lands of Scotland, between Inverness and the West. The schizo-afro-funk is the trippy concoction that’s taking us across the great literal distances as well as allowing our souls free-reign over a massive sonic plain, we don’t own it, you can’t own this space. It’s a powerful cocktail of collective music-making. There’s a thrumming wah guitar and a fuzzy bass as well as drums thumping to a tribal and million-miles-an-hour beat, but there’s chanting female vocals panning left and right like acid tracers and there’s all kinds of shit. I guess if you’re in the right place at the right time and you wanna make some noise, you too can be on a Goat record because for its entire runtime this thing is just a riot. The thing is essentially structureless, without any coherent beginning, middle or end and is more of a definite trip; the oneness of the experience eclipsing all traditional methods of understanding order. A thing that kicks this musical magicianship above all others in the grand scheme (and possibly the record collection of the Great Magnet) is it’s brevity; too many psyche bands aren’t able to reign in their trips to reasonable lengths; I just took delivery of Electric Moon’s Inferno masterstroke but I’m having trouble clamping down on it with a fifty minute runtime. I know that’s testament to how cluttered my life and my mind has gotten and not a negative reflection on Electric Moon but still; I’m digging on these songs being four-minute spasms rather than twenty minute fits, is the point I’m dancing merrily around. The volume of which the stereo in the car was capable was truly terrific, and it only increased with all the windows rolled down as we let our freak flag fly with repeat following repeat of the single eight-minute span of this distilled genius as we bore down on our destination in an iron steed with fiery nostrils; ready to chill out and enjoy something, we didn’t know what. Back on Friday.


Written under duress by Steven.


See story in full here

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