A sit-down with the always on the move Dre of (for right now) Mount Rushmore Safari

Most or even all you reading this will know that one of the great things about getting to follow a band or musician online is that you are able to follow their progress closely while also getting to know them a little. This applies more to independent and unsigned bands as they generally run their own pages online and working as a journo/reviewer/interviewer for various online sites has given me the opportunity to capitalize on this, which has created some excellent friendships.

Some while ago now I organized a charity event in the UK to raise funds for Cancer Research UK. This proved to be a brilliant experience, although mostly due to my enthusiasm and naivety it only managed to raise about £70 after costs. I have no regrets though, I am glad to have learned from this and have every intention of running a similar event some time in the future once I get the chance to do so. The point which I am getting to is that one of the bands whom I staged was Le Cul from Denmark. I got to know Andreas (Dre) from Le Cul in my early networking days and we soon built up a good rapport. Not long after becoming hooked on the style, ethos and attitude of Le Cul, I found that this band was just a rock ’n’ roll outlet for the band’s two founding members, Dre and Maxim.

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CD Review: Wild Nothing “Gemini”

One of my favorite beverages in the summertime is Brio; a chinotto-flavored soda that boasts a faint hint of bitterness to complement the usual saccharine you’d expect from a carbonated drink of this variety. It’s a terrifically refreshing concoction, so naturally, other producers have put their ostensibly distinctive spin on it. San Pellegrino’s – the second largest purveyor in Canada, to my knowledge – is far more generous in its dosage of the citrus, drawing it to the fore and pushing a slight accent into outright acridity. When it’s too pronounced, the chinotto engenders an inescapable gustatory conflict.

Gemini suffers from San Pellegrino’s intemperance. Wild Nothing’s gauzy aura is fairly pleasant at first glance, and as virtually every publication has made note of, its debut is indeed branded with the spirit of the ’80s. Previously released single ‘Summer Holiday’ in addition to ‘O, Lilac’, and ‘Our Composition Book’ are charming ditties rehashing the bouncy, world-moving-too-quickly pop of Slumberland or Sarah Records. ‘The Witching Hour’ is maybe the album’s finest hour; romantic, clueless, and heavily indebted to The Durutti Column as sheets of lustrous guitar are bedded atop wistful vocals, which rush up a never-ending flight of stairs with no recollection of the impetus behind their ascent.