A video film for My Queen is Dead (2013)
Thursday, 28 November 2013
Here's my bit of a joint review with eMMplekz on Electronic Beats from Mark Fisher:
'A surface joviality—a different kind of humor, much less mordant—separates Dolly Dolly from eMMplekz. Yet it’s the slippages of tone and genre, from light pastiche to intimations of mortality, the sliding of persona from gone-to-seed raconteur to charity shop mystic, from short story-teller to preening bard, that make Antimacasser such an odd jewel of a record, and Dolly so singular a performer.
The opening track, “Wattle and Daub”—a collaboration with Position Normal—is more than worth the admission price alone. Over a lysergically-smeary detuned piano (or maybe guitar), Dolly Dolly dolefully declaims a Nonsense-Shakespearean state of the nation address. “England my England… the cold mist of your fibrous trolleys stifles the sun… half-strangled uncles stuffed with crisps… your sky full of plump chintz cushions…” It’s like Tony Hancock’s melancholia has been dream-conflated with his mockery of thespian and playwright pretensions. Yet the Nonsense is disarming: “Wattle and Daub” gives us nothing less than a psychedelic-surrealist portrait of a country deprived of psychedelia and surrealism. A world without surprise, an entirely domesticated universe, banality as cosmology: “Let’s colonize the other planets, fill them with bitter and dry roasted peanuts, pigeons and oven chips.” The dead world of middle-aged Britain’s living rooms; the cheery veneer of advertising’s ever-smiling, glowing-faced families turned inside out. “I’m sick of being a man,” moans the character who narrates the closing track. Aren’t we all? But Antimacasser finds all sort of disused or temporarily abandoned doorways into other worlds, all kinds of rabbit holes in which we can escape from being a sad human animal. Old New English Library paperbacks become occult manuals, full of esoteric philosophy. It’s still possible to transform ourselves, to transport ourselves, and Dolly Dolly shows us how.'
Read the whole review HERE.
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Hello. Dolly here.
You can read the one on the INCLUDE ME OUT blog - HERE
'An antimacassar is a small cloth placed over the backs or arms of chairs, or the head or cushions of a sofa, to prevent soiling of the permanent fabric.
Crystal clear pronunciation ensures that Dolly Dolly's prose comes across crystal clear & that's a good thing because it's worth hearing.
Diverse backing tracks add to the appeal, from Free Jazz to solo piano and Replekz radiophonics the music enhances the poetry superbly.
'And the sea develops a scab of interlocking child's fingers...'
Surrealism lurks behind the twitching curtains of suburbia.
'Antimacassar and the death of Hauntology...'
T.S.Eliot meets Hans Arp?
Dark, profound, playful and damned good...'
and the other from SANTA SANGRE magazine - HERE
That is all, you can stand down now.