The Banned Reviews Takeover 10/03/13

Another great night of music!  Bands from the UK, Canada and America fell out your speakers into your ears!  There was even a twenty minute portion of Pawse’s most recent DJ set!  Our ears are still feeling happy!  Check out tonight’s show for more great Kent and underground music!  Listen anytime for independent music here.

Track Listing:

Artemis Redeemer – Something More / On Facebook

Voodoo Brother – Still Water / On Facebook

Third Place Victory – One Year Wasting / On Facebook

The Gang – Mania / On Facebook

High Tide – Home / On Facebook

Craig Sheridan – Nitewish / On Facebook

The Zolas – Escape Artist / On Facebook

Escape the Ocean – One Sided Dice / On Facebook

Insult – Young and Reckless / On Facebook

Insult – Our Money Your War

Generation Graveyard – The Empty / On Facebook

Go-Zilla – Throwdown /On Facebook

Pawse – Live at Wooly’s 03-02-2013 / On Facebook

Much love,

Banned Reviews

The Banned Reviews Takeover 24/02/13

So, last night happened.  An hour of big local music from bands across Kent and a few cheeky extras (the best kind).  We have to be honest, it did some nice things to us.  With new material from Crashgate and The Black Waterside we enjoyed it a lot.  Check out all the acts we played live, they’re all kind of awesome.

Track Listing:

Stone Kings – Psycadelic Lady / On Facebook

Tank Trap – Shot Down / On Facebook

IRIS – Long Walk to Sleep / On Facebook

Riskee and the Ridicule – King of the Dole / On Facebook

The Doctorates – Don’t Stop / On Facebook

Andy Robinson – Louder (DJ Fresh Cover)

Elle Rayenne – De-Construction / On Facebook

Thumbscrew and The Flicknife Barbers – Faceache (No Money) / On Facebook

The Black Waterside – Ole Death / On Facebook

Crashgate – As One / On Facebook

Mr Beanie (Rebirth Records) – Deep n Tech Mix / On Facebook

Pawse – Contact / On Facebook

Kilo Kish – Navy / On Facebook

Peace.

Arnold the Newt 3: The Road Trip Part 3

To catch up, read this.

Arnold was ready.  In a deep state of relaxation from Pawse he pulled out of the used car dealership and was once again cruising the streets of Bakersfield, California.  Arnold was a clever newt however and this time he was on it, he was even driving on the correct side of the road.  As he went about looking for a petrol station he remembered it was called gas over here.  After narrowly avoiding some pioneering research into organic gas he found a place.  He sauntered in like it was a bar in a western movie.  Except it wasn’t and people started giving him worried looks.  He caught himself in the mirror and adjusted the green YaMaHaRaHaRa bandanna   As his newty eyes scanned across the alarming bright Hawaiian shirt and the denim shorts he thought the obvious.  Damn I look good.

To the relief of the staff he left the gas station, crossing out the word gas and writing petrol on his way.  He had a full tank of petrol, a tent, a map, a sleeping bag, food and water.  He could begin.  He sailed over the tarmac and fell further in love with the car.  First of all it was a red soft top, Arnold’s favourite colour was red!  The freedom of no roof also did his newt need for space the world of good.  The dents did it for him to, his car was truly unique.  More than that though, the makers had been so thoughtful Arnold beamed.  There were all these fun games to play; like guess the speed or catch the flying car part.  The thing Arnold liked the most were the keep fit indicators.  You actually used your arms to signal!  He was looking forward to be being buff.  Yep, Arnold was a happy newt as he left Bakersfield and entered the sandy desolate fringes of the Mojave Desert.

It was early evening and the sun was just beginning to set.  It looked beautiful, which was a relief for Arnold because until this point there had been nothing but sand and the occasional sun bleached bone.  He was more bored than a MC on an instrumental track.  I feel that if Arnold were to tell you anything right now it would be this, just fly over it.  Then it dawned on Arnold, he had a map!  Without a second thought he swerved off the road with a satisfying tyre squeal  and went to find a more interesting route.  As Arnold explored the Mojave he saw lots of things, but mainly just more sand and cacti – but there was a crazy man rocking unstably on the floor.  “I’m ready for you death claws…I’m ready?” Matthew Angliss whispered shakily.  Needless to say Arnold drove on.  Finally it was dark so he stopped and  put up his tent in the beam of his one working headlight.  Arnold was speechless.  The car was even energy-saving!!

If Arnold had paid attention in geography he would have known that deserts are cold at night.  He went and found the sleeping Matthew Angliss and proceeded to rob him.  He took matches, tinder and an Xpress Games mug, .  Arnold huddled for warmth in his sleeping bag as he watched the fire burn and looked at the star filled sky.  He looked down at the fire and in the flickering light saw a white-robed and hooded figure coming towards him.  Instantly Arnold wished he’d also stolen the gun, he felt around for a weapon.  Ready for action he stood brandishing the Xpress Games mug, it’s strong white surface reflecting the flickering fire.  The figure approached until it was standing the other side of the fire.

“Put down the mug you crazy newt!”  The figure’s voice sounded like a gruff wise old man.

“Who are you?! Are you a death claw?” Arnold stammered, pacing from foot to foot defensively.

“What? No, they don’t exist.  I have been watching you, newt.  I would like you to come with me”.

“So you’re not a jedi? And why?!”

“No, I am a monk – but do not judge a book by its cover.  Seriously, the disappointment.  There’s beer and War of the Worlds on blu-ray”.

“Ok, I guess” conceded Arnold.

“Good, now drive me back – I can’t be arsed with the walk”.

Arnold packed up his tent and he and brother… wait a second.  Arnold! You didn’t ask him what his name was!

“So, what’s your name?” asked Arnold completely out the blue.

“My name young Arnold, is Brother John”.

They continued on for five minutes to a small hill, on which stood a large house. Ivy climbed across the bricks as two Labradors guarded the front lazily.  John and Arnold stepped in.  John disappeared into a room yelling “the beers are in the fridge”.  Engaging his newt-tastic sense of direction he walked down the hall, past a stair case and swung a left.  He was in a room.  A sofa lined the wall and the room stretched down further to a wooden table and a set of french doors.  Importantly though, there was no fridge!  Arnold spied another doorway  next to the sofa though and as he entered it was right in front of him.  It was at this point he respected the monk, hiding a fridge in plain sight right were you’d expect it – in a kitchen!  Skills.  Arnold wandered back to the front door and saw yet another door he’s not seen before next to the stairs.  Arnold entered new door, realised it was a living room and sat down next to John on a big sofa.

“So Arnold try some of this, I call it Round Boy’s Ruin”.

Arnold took a swig and blacked out.

Arnold awoke.  His eyes cracked open letting the cold morning light filter through.  He took the plunge and opened them fully.  He was back out in the desert.   The sand was scattered with big rocks, and a punch bag.  John was there sitting cross-legged and looking focused on a flat rock.  He smiled with the smile of someone that’s about to steal a mans biscuits.

“I glad you’re awake Arnold – now we shall begin.”  As john finished the sentence he levitated.

What followed was an intense training session.  First Arnold meditated, not licking his eyes took great mental strain – a little bit of wee did come out.  Then he ran jogged on the spot before doing press ups.  John like a good monk did none of this with him and just sat there, floating a meter off the ground watching his orders become reality.  It was coming up to mid-day and Arnold was finally given a break.  He was handed a refreshing pint of Guiness and ordered towards the punch bag.

“Now, smash it?” suggested John in a way that really offered no alternative. Arnold did this for an hour.  There were so many beads of sweat on his body they’d knitted themselves together into a stylish cape.  His punches were doing less damage than aggressive feather.  Arnold was on the verge of collapse when John yelled stop.

“That’s enough, sit” ordered John.

“Wha..what am I training for?” Arnold asked breathlessly.

“Oh nothing, you just puked all over my floor after the Round Boy Ruin and I was pissed.  So, you want to float like me – and more?”.

“Yeah, sure, looks like it could be useful” Arnold replied.  John’s eyes flared in anger.  John did not understand however that newts consider themselves pretty super already.

“Ok, drink this”.  John handed Arnold a small bottle.  As Arnold drank it he felt his entire body vibrate.  He wanted to run to all the places as an energy rush over took his body.  Looking down at his palms he saw the lines glow celestial blue.  John handed Arnold the bottle of Round Boy Ruin and gestured him to take a swig.

John took a few steps back as Arnold’s eyes looked in different directions and he slumped to the floor.

To be concluded, again.

David Horn

Arnold the Newt 2: The Case of the Camden Drug Dealers

Arnold the Newt 3: The Road Trip Part 1

Arnold the Newt 3: The Road Trip Part 2

Arnold the Newt 3: The Road Trip Part 2

To catch up read this.

“Oi mate, would you like to take a trip? Anywhere, any dimension – £4.78.”

“Wha..?” replied Arnold snapping back into reality.

Upset that he’d left his day-dream of sunshine, heat and Newtfest 2011 he looked about.  The car park was still as dark and dreary as it had been when he left so there was no way he could take off any of his eight layers.  This is especially bad as newts like to feel free at all times.  The loud hum emitting from the glowing orange teleport screen was beginning to do Arnold’s nut in so like all the best decisions, he made a snap one.

“Yes, I would like to take a trip – get me to America.”

“You wanna do it?  Man give me a minute – I have to find the instruction book.”

Arnold got back in his car whilst he considered the attendant’s teleport knowledge.  Safe from the cold in the mountain rescue Landrover he began to panic.  He got flashbacks; the hasty sign, the eight deaths and eight customers and the attendant who’s skill level was doubtful.  Then he hit his head on the wheel in shock.  He hadn’t turned off the light before he left!   Imagine the bill!  And a new light bulb, oh the horror!

“Bruv, you ready?  It’s your lucky day, I just learnt something new.  There’s this button you have to press to make it safe.  You said America right?  I can get you there but I don’t know where you’ll be, I slept through the training session and still got paid – mugs.  Now, that £4.78 mate.”

Arnold ventured out into the cold grasping the exact money tightly in his scaly webbed hand.  Darren took the cash and looked even more annoyed that it was in small change.  Moodily he hit some keys on the 90’s looking computer.  The teleport flickered brightly .. for two seconds.  Darren  looked about as happy as a politician on the public vote of a reality TV show as he dragged his body to the teleport.  He kicked it a few times, looked disappointed as nothing happened and kicked it some more.  Flying in the face of the Kings of Leon song fifteen kicks seemed to be the magic number as the screen blared bright orange.

“Ok, it’s good – drive through quick like.”

Arnold scurried back to the Landrover and drove through the orange.  He braced himself.  He was on the other side  somewhere.  There were roads, trees, even birds – and it was hot!  Arnold licked his eyes in joy, he’d beaten the snow and any awkward tongue stuck to eye moments.  He drove about for a while on the lonely tarmac, instantly regretting not bringing a summer ensemble. What, newts know fashion to – they just choose often to fly in the face of it.  Finally he saw someone.  He pulled up alongside him.

“Hey, I’m a bit lost – where am I?” Arnold enquired.

“You’re English!  Say ‘banana’ and ‘vitamin.”

Arnold looked blankly before remembering this film he saw one time.  Cursing it he hoped for two hot house sharing girls to turn up.  Y’know, the film owed him one good thing after this.

“Ba-narna, vit-amin.  Not helpful.”

“Dude, get liking that – it’s going to happen. A lot.  You’re in Bakersfield, California friend”.

Drunk as a Newt

Arnold rolled into town.  As he cruised down the shop lined road he basked in the gaze of onlookers.  Like a visiting hero clad in arctic levels of clothing in his four-wheel drive steed he understood why they all thought he was awesome.  It was time to park up and get some new threads though.  Mostly as Arnold was not only flying in the face of fashion like a good newt should but also the on coming traffic.  He climbed down from the Landrover and walked into a wall of heat.  Arnold then turned back and left seven of the eight layers behind.

So there he was, Arnold the Newt – conquer of snow, working a green YaMaHaRaHaRa t-shirt and some tatty jeans.  Sweaty legs, the sign its time to change your attire – and Arnold had them, bad.  He walked into a clothes shop, and gravitated instantly to the Hawaiian shirts.  Before he knew what was happening Arnold was at the till with a sunset orange shirt covered in red flowers, a pair of denim shorts and sandals.  He whipped out his credit card with urgency like a man might after handling chilies, forgetting and then going to toilet.  And boom, he was the owner of this … vibrant new outfit.  Fashioning the YaMaHaRaHaRa t-shirt into a bandanna he was ready.  Leaving the store he looked at the Landrover, saw how content it was and left.  Just in time to, he’d walked to another part of town and was chilling by the Fox Theater when he heard the bomb squad had been called in to a suspect vehicle left outside a clothes shop.  Too close.

Arnold liked driving though and needed a car.  He missed driving, so the adventure continued.  He walked round and round until he found a used car dealer.  He perused the selection with care, batting off an intensely annoying and needy salesman repeatedly.  Then he saw it.  A red soft top, it had some great character giving dents.  As he looked it was like it was speaking to him.  He just knew its name was Osmond.  He found the needy salesman who he looked to relieved to have a customer he might need to change his pants.  He spent most of his money on the car and felt good fighting the machine in nearly broke ass style.

He got in, started the engine .. four times and played some Pawse through the speakers.  Arnold was ready.

To be concluded.

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Arnold the Newt 3: The Road Trip Part 1

The Banned Reviews Takeover 20/01/13

Ahhhhhhh.  It’s good to be back!

Tonight we played some big sounding Kent music, and if we’re honest it did nice things to our inner jelly.  We can’t wait to bring you more weeks of underground and regional music.  We hope you like it, but we’re also open to suggestions!  Comment or email us on bannedrevews@live.co.uk.  Listen again on Friday 6.30 – 7.30 for a repeat!  Listen right now for awesome independent music!

Tack Listing:

YaMaHaRaHaRa – Hit Red / On Facebook

Tyrannosaurus Alan  – S.T.B feat. Jak Brown / On Facebook

Slaves – Nervous Energy / On Facebook

Wildfowl – You Tripped Me / On Facebook

Elle Rayenne – Rayguns / On Facebook

Lizzie Andrews – Rock, Paper and Scissors / On Facebook

Common Outlaw – Catalyst / On Facebook

The Rebecca Riots – Not One Step Back / On Facebook

Tank Trap – Burdened Smile / On Facebook

Pawse – I Need You / On Facebook

Krafty – The Memory of You / On Facebook

Mr Beanie, Rebirth Records – Bass and Dub Mixtape / On Facebook

Much love,

Pawse – The Contact E.P

Electronics and a soul.  This didn’t work out well with Frankenstein, and I Robot wasn’t too successful either – and then there’s sat navs.  Maybe they were doing it wrong however, one person has cracked it.  Pawse has combined the two without any monsters, violence or irate sounds.  What Pawse has done is make the Contact E.P, which fills your ears with more sounds than you thought it possible to handle.  Get comfy and stick on your chunkiest headphones, this is a bit good,

Standing Still opens the E.P with a subtle piano line, drifting through your mind like mist through a forest.  As your mind relaxes the beat kicks in joined by a host of electronic sounds.  These combine to make something effortless and serene.  Low dub vibes and high chimes make a sound both peaceful but intriguing.  You’ll be entranced until a digital spirit does a mildly evil laugh that jolts you back to your senses, only for a second.  It’s OK to admit you jumped a little or at least thought ‘what the…?’, I know I did.  This sets the standard of the Contact E.P both musically and on a production level.  The tracks are clear and sharp; letting every sound, and there are a few, shine through.

Whilst this sets the musical standard it doesn’t confine Pawse’s approach in any way.  A genius array of instruments, sounds and samples keep your ears more engaged than the banks call center all the way through.  Beyond the odd sneaky sample (the best kind) there are no words.  Even still Pawse manages to say a lot and create moods.  More than a lot of records.  Tracks such as Capsize manage to create an adventurous and curious vibe with synths, as dub sounds add a deeper layer to the track.  Cosmo Crunch has an entirely different feel to it.  Dominant dub and direct synths create something which makes itself felt, without drastically changing the the Contact E.P’s pace.  It literally makes itself felt.  Many of the sounds that climb down your ears will feel like they’re having a physical impact on your insides.  You may the urge to try and scratch the inside of you ear/brain, but they don’t make fingers long enough so enjoy the … odd sensation.

I Need You stands out on the E.P.  The use of electronic and organic sounds creates a mesmerizing track with an eastern feel.  Adding to this is the incredible use of sampling.  From breathing to the line ‘I need you’ the sampling sends shivers down your spin.  The contrast between the delivery of this line between soft and urgent vocalists only adds to the tracks magic.  It ends with your mind not entirely ready to leave that place.  The title track Contact also sticks in your mind with its glitchy delivery and smooth piano.  The track gives off a warm vibe as guitars give it yet another element.

If you let it this E.P will sink deep into your brain and do nice things along the way.  Creative and inventive the Contact E.P is yours for free, proving that the best things really are free.  When it’s over it you’ll probably be too relaxed to move.  Enjoy this.  Visit Pawse’s Bandcamp to download your own copy at .

Pawse on Bandcamp

Pawse on Facebook

Track Listing

  1. Stand Still
  2. I Need You
  3. Capsize
  4. Contact
  5. Cosmo Crunch
  6. Neurotransmissions

David Horn

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