Edwyn Collins
As recording studios go, to say that of Edwyn Collins was akin to a living room would be an understatement. It is tucked away on a leafy residential street in North London. Upon arrival, Edwyn’s wife Grace greets me warmly, then shoos away their teenage son, who is slumbering on the sofa in front of a video game. She gets to work on presenting coffee and biscuits, then proceeds to launch into a story about Edwyn’s drummer going missing in New York on their recent U.S. visit, her rapid Scottish brogue going 10 to the dozen. (More …)
Bo Ningen
To look at Bo Ningen, you’d guess their pre-gig preparations would involve burning kittens, perhaps some otherworldly chanting, snorting battery acid from a virgin’s buttocks, that kind of thing. After all, their riotous live shows have become a bit legendary in London. Band members toil around playing instruments with their mouths, smashing up the stage and each other. Their signature sound is a brand of visceral, reverberating, psych-rock noise. (More …)
