Crooked Mouth curate a Fuzzy Frontiers guest mix spanning Cymraeg Gothig, Dreampop and Scott Walker — perfect listening for Beltane and beyond. Featuring Current 93, Dead Can Dance, Cocteau Twins and ...

Another week ends, another weekend begins, and I’m back with another collection of weekly music picks. It’s been a week […]

It seems we have real confirmation of new Boards of Canada music. We, at fuzzy frontiers, are falling apart over this. Tears flowing, the whole nine yards. Apocalyptic visuals, epic strings, oodles of...

Stone Club co-founder and Moog wizard Matthew Shaw takes us on a trip through traditional and psychedelic folk — Bert Jansch, Hawkwind, Vashti Bunyan, Nick Drake, and more.

Dogpatrol drops in from Mannheim with smoked-out classics, Deutsch-infused Latin pop, braindance, and bass-heavy selections. Full tracklist inside.

Exceptional new Fugue-like business from Billy Fuller of Beak>'s forthcoming solo album, and an exceptional video from Echo Panda as well

A reverb-soaked mix from Carlow's TR One featuring The Cure, Smashing Pumpkins, Tropic of Cancer, Phil Lynott and more. Smalltown gothism at its finest.

Computer Controlled Records' Nez delivers a two-hour deep space transmission of ambient soundscapes and electronics. The first in the Gravitational Drift series.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far less apocalyptic than this one. In a time of Dionysian revelry and joy (for me at least). Long before Married at First Sight, First Dates, Celebrity SOS, or any of that other vapid, civilisation-eroding nonsense. 4Later/Channel 4 (UK) aired an eight-part programme on the tellybox that genuinely blew my tiny, impressionable mind — burrowing deep into my hippocampus like a vole.

Still no microphone, and still transmitting from a make-do studio setup. After an extended winter lie-in, Jammo returns with two hours of peaks and troughs, moving between older pieces and newer arrivals. Featuring music from Ina Moth, Harvestman, Tortoise, Jah Warrior, Tim Hecker and Death In Vegas, among others. Ina Moth - Falling (Für Immer)KMRU - Resonant SharingJune Tabor - The King of Rome…

Olá pobl! It’s Dydd Gwener, so welcome back to another rip‑roaring instalment of 5 Tewns. I haven’t done much this week, if truth be told, so I won’t harp on too much. I have, however, listened to a lot of music, so here’s my top five for the week: Cappo - HMRC HOUSES by Cappo Taken from Cappo’s excellent…

Superovo Soundsystem's debut show on Fuzzy Frontiers features a 60-minute mix of transcendental funk, rare groove, soul, and disco. The playlist includes tracks from artists such as Alphonso Johnson, Cortex, and The Gap Band.

The world is falling apart. It’s not just the bee colonies collapsing, but ours too — and maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

Ashamed to say I'd never heard of Jim Ghedi until I stumbled across his work via the ever-inspiring Stone Club Podcast . I've listened to this particular track about a gazillion times today.

I didn’t write anything about music during January or most of February. Instead, it's been near-biblical rainfall, and bouts of illness and depression have also reared their head -- as usual. If I’m honest, I didn’t really listen to much either, apart from the odd philosophy or witchcraft podcast here and there. However, the clouds have finally dispersed, the ground is drying out, and I’ve had enough mental space to dig in and find a few gems.

Film: The Thing (1982)Director: John CarpenterStarring: Kurt Russell, Keith David, Wilford Brimley, T.K. Carter, David Clennon, Richard Dysart, Charles Hallahan, Peter Maloney, Richard Masur, Donald Moffat, Joel Polis, Thomas WaitesSoundtrack: Ennio MorriconeGenre: Sci-Fi, Horror, Body Horror Over forty years since its theatrical release, John Carpenter’s Antarctic elegy to paranoia and social atomisation feels less like fiction than an omen.

Home alone on a late February Saturday night, and I'm listening to this.

It's been a complicated few weeks; I don't get as much time as I'd like to listen to music at the moment. That said, I've been fixing some small code issues on the site today and enjoying this mix from Helena Hauff. Some lovely bits on here mixed deftly by a brilliant DJ. What more can you ask?

Excited for this....

It’s been a complicated year, hasn’t it? I’m growing tired of saying that, to be honest. It feels as if the walls are forever closing in: more war, more financial insecurity, more tyrants, more tech barons and and and. It’s like standing knee-deep in someone else’s excrement. It can be really tough to keep it together, especially when faced with multiple crises, both at home and abroad.

Hiya! It’s been a pretty low week over here—a sense of impending doom hangs in the air. Pre-Christmas blues? Who knows, but as Albert Ayler said, music is the healing force of the universe, so here are my top five tewns for this deflated December week. Natural Magic - Don't Look Back II by Natural Magic Only heard this one today, but by God it’s beautiful.

Bore da pawb! I’m in the beautiful city of Braga today. I’ve got a couple of holes in my shoes, it’s pissing down, and the Christmas music blaring through the town is so distorted you’d be forgiven for thinking you were at a Merzbow gig. Nothing, however, will shake my unrelenting love for Braga. We soldier on, there are more important things to worry about.

ghost-mist glides over river rush, weathering rock to the cold Atlantic drop. They move with Mountain energy, the surge to converge. Swallows glitch over a pylon’s buzz. This place is alive. It’s all around you. She inhales; a spectral breath, the distant motorway floods her mind. She knows. She is the river. She is the transitsong. She is everything. The veil between worlds falls.

I'm a little late as i'm a bit poorly at the moment, nevertheless, here's my top five tracks for this week... Harvestman - Herne's Oak Triptych: Part Three by Harvestman This deep, meditative track from Neurosis’ Steve Von Till — under his Harvestman project — has been soundtracking my misty morning dog walks all week. There’s a real brilliance in the way a solitary kick holds everything else in a sidechained push–pull during the intro, slowly guiding you into an epic drift through dark and light.

Over the hill by Hen’s cottage is an old power line, long dead.Once it filled this place with light.As kids, under black night’s cloak, we went there just to hear it hum. Tracklist* Delia Derbyshire & Barry Bermange - The Dreams (Land) Cerys Hafana - Carol Mynyddog Captain Beefheart - Flavor Bud Living Aksak Maboul - Sophie La Bevue (Cate Le Bon Interpretation)

Jammo’s weekly picks span heady Casio-dub, fractured acid, synth-punk-wave, dub chest-rattlers, and spectral ballads. #dub #acid #synth-punk

Just woke up to this. Face-melting excellency from Demdike Stare...

Greetings, earthlings. Another week has run away from me, and the blog slipped through my fingers once again. Still, like the dependable milkman of legend, I’ve arrived at your door with five tewns to end the week. No rankings as usual — just what’s been rattling round my head. Nowe, let us all join hands and begin... Tortoise - Axial Seamount…

What a week! Hot on the heels of Samhain, and just before Magusto, the weather gods here on the Iberian Peninsula are really putting on a show. The rain is torrential, there are all manner of storm warnings, and — after 17 years in the godforsaken northern territories of Ewrop — I’m finally getting to enjoy real weather again. Watching the mountains in the distance as they disappear and reappear by the hour has made me shed a tear on multiple occasions.

Music for the Periphery.The first in an irregular series of compositions exploring the outer edges of electronic and experimental sound by North East multidisciplinary artist David Kenney. Tracklist Robert Lax, Nicolas Humbert, Carina Khorkhordina, Miki Yui - Where do I begin part 4 Dj Gilb'r & Dj Sotofett - Concrete Guajiro Roomful of Teeth - Courante Katatonic Silentio - Murmurs Beneath.

It’s been a slow week on the blog front — sorry, but I’m not paid for this. The prodigal son’s turned up from Berlin, and we’re going to wander around the mountains while he waxes lyrical about Deutschrap and rating his favourite kebab shops. I still love you though, dear reader — so here’s my tippity-top five for this week. x…

Friends, Romans, Country Fans, It’s been a stressful old week here, and I’ve not had a massive amount of time to enjoy new — or even old — music. Like any true fan, I’ve also been dedicating an awful lot of my time to basking in the light that is D’Angelo (RIP). Nonetheless, there are some other lovely bits of music I want to share with you — and, of course, a killer D’Angelo concert, which you will watch in its entirety!

Music comes and goes. There’s good music, there’s mediocre, and there’s bad. But if you live long enough, every so often something comes along that’s truly life-changing — music that shakes the foundations of who you thought you were; that drags you, kicking and screaming, downriver like an underwater current to somewhere you never imagined you’d end up. Now, I write a lot about rave culture, acid house and other related bits on this blog, but in 1995, when D’Angelo released…

Another week passes by. It’s 28ºC here, and I’m still in shorts. I’m not complaining, but it’s a little odd. I suppose, as long as Taylor Swift can fly for 14 minutes on her private jet, it’s worth it if we never see the rain again. I mean, who needs fruit? Not me — I sustain myself entirely on cake.

Going Back To The Unknown by SDK Going Back to the Unknown, released on All City, is the result of a collaboration between post-punk and experimental music pioneer Stano (The Threat), whose anthology Content to Write in I Dine Weathercraft was released on All City’s archival label Allchival in 2018, and singer-songwriter David Kitt (also known as New Jackson).

Aye aye chicken pie! Pinch punch, first Friday of the month? I dunno, here's a little rundown of my favourite bits this last week... Rafeal Toral – Measurement of Noise My absolute favourite track from Rafael Toral’s 2020 album Violence of Discovery and Calm of Acceptance: soft, undulating drones that grow strange and sinister. Violence of Discovery and Calm of Acceptance by Rafael Toral…

Read Time: 5min Originally released in 1994, the Sabres’ follow-up to the previous year’s debut, Sabresonic, reached No. 57 in the UK album charts — significantly lower than its predecessor. However, I would argue it’s the best album they ever released. Formed as a three-piece (Andrew Weatherall, Jagz Kooner, Gary Burns) in 1992, The Sabres of Paradise emerged from the Sabresonic warehouse parties.

Hello again — it’s been a long time (I shouldn’t have left you, without a dope beat to step to). So here are my five tippedy-top tunes for this week: Cerys Hafana – Carol Mynydddog Physically, I’m sitting in a town in northern Portugal, on the veranda, staring out at the Marão mountain range in the distance, tears streaming down my face.

Dydd Gwener!!!!! The weekend has landed, this chubby middle-aged man has eaten his body weight in roast fish, and the sun is blastin’. As good a reason as any to revisit some early Apocalypse Now-sampling Jungle brilliance from the mighty Tom and Jerry!

It’s Thursday afternoon, 28 °C here, and I’m baking some Laugenstangen while listening to modernist dub deeper than the Mariana Trench, courtesy of Ghost Dubs. Released last year on The Bug’s Pressure label, it’s minimal, spectral, and about as deconstructed as you can get. A phantom in my headphones.

Dydd Mercher, and it’s a stunner here: 25 °C, one cloud in the sky — “Nimbo cumulo” vibes for all you Fast Show fans (showing my age here) — and I can see all the way out to Serra do Marão. So, in that spirit, let’s enjoy a gorgeous bit of ethereal soul-jazz noodling from Bobby Lyle’s 1978 album, New Warrior.

Dydd Mawrth. It’s a beautiful day in the valley, and I’m enjoying this trancedance tape‑house belter from the inimitable Timothy J. Fairplay. Saturated drums, beautiful melodies, and darkly weirdness—what more could you ask for?

Hard to believe this one’s nearly a decade old! I remember the first time I heard it was on the dancefloor at Griessmühle (RIP). After eight years of living in Berlin at the time, words cannot express how bored I was with Berlin techno. Hearing this was like being 17 again, dropping acid-laced Mitsis at locals-only dub nights at the Commi Centre on Cowley Road, surrounded by old dudes supping Guinness and local rudeboys. A track that marries metallic industrial power with the Looney-Tunes dancehall of Mister Vegas or Vybz Kartel — and a massive breath of fresh air.

Great footage of the early computer work of Lillian F. Schwartz. There's some great incidental music in there too.