Beauties, For Only Twenty Dollars

Repetition is not an attractive trait and should as far as possible be avoided.

Progress, however, is admirable, and should be encouraged.

This I believe to be true. And to evidence this belief, a return to Team B.

Vast steps in the direction generally thought to be forward have been taken since last we met, perhaps not completely straightward, but forward nonetheless.

And the breadth of their steps has taken in subjects such as the loneliness of the long distance lorry driver, and the rise and fall of the genius as a young chessmaster.

But we are not here to repeat ourselves. Be upstanding, my friends, for Nunhead’s finest.




Team B - Midnight Forecourt




Team B - Bobby Fischer

Well Robotic

You know, like, that programme 8 Miles, which is, like, a documentary about Eminem when he was young (you can tell Eminem is young in the programme, cuz hes got, like, black hair, and Eminem has bare white hair when hes older), and in the programme, Eminem goes to these clubs in like, America or somewhere, and he has these mad battles with other MCs that think they can step up to Eminem, but they can't, cuz Eminem is like the barest rapper there has ever been, even better than Hammer, and Snow, and they iz bad.

Well, these battles that Eminem has with these other MCs, they, like, do some mad freestyle shit over some beats they never heard before, so its, like, finding out whos the barest rapper, and the one who wins is the one that disses the other one the best, and makes the other one look like a mug, and, like, thats even worse than getting bashed up, cuz everyone is watching, and everyone knows you're not as good as Eminem is. And its good, cuz, like, they ain't using guns and that, cuz guns iz bad. Brrrap, innit.

Well, In7erf3renc3 is, like, making music like MC battles, but the MCs is, like, robots or some mad shit like that, and the beats are, like, made by robots or something, and it all sounds well robotic. And the music is well sweet, innit. Not as good as Eminem, but then Eminem is, like, bare competent.

And sometimes, In7erf3renc3 sounds, like, the voices in my head, that are telling me to, like, sort myself out, and stop being such a vibrator, but I don't listen to them voices, cuz they don't know nothing.

Get more of the good shit from here, and have a look at some of this as well, its some mad stuff.

In7erf3renc3 - Grid

In7erf3renc3 - Olanzapine

Supine Howl

In a world where you can find out the pointy shoe size of the recorder player of a band that’s been in existence for eight minutes, by carrying out the simplest of internet based searches, a certain level of anonymity is a rare thing.

Go to Google or something, and search for The Mettaphysicist. I don’t think you’ll find an awful lot, and what you do find will run out pretty sharpish, leaving you none the wiser.

Now download this:

The Mettaphysicist – U Doing Well

Now listen to it. Turn it up.

Undeniably real. Undeniably epic. Undeniably hypnotic. Undeniably powerful. Undeniably beautiful.

The Mettaphysicist is undeniably all these things. But we don’t know who, we don’t know why, and that level of mystery and not knowing in this time of to-the-moment ego-inflating self-import-promoting access makes it all the more enthralling.

What little I know has been found out by talking to people, and an almost non-existent link to the Slightly Off Kilter Label and their traditionally affirming ‘zine Honest Music For Dishonest Times. Issue 5 is out now, and you can get hold of it by getting in touch with their myspace. You might want to ask them some questions as well. Like you used to.