Spooky hooded monks chanting menacing songs is a nightmare for most people. For others, finding this album lurking about on the bargain bucket of the internet was just the best thing ever. Problem is, with few people to share it with, the amusement is self contained.
I’ve mentioned Gregorian before on the music project but not on their own. At the height of the 90’s fascination with Gregorian chant thanks to Enigma, German music producer and one time Enigma member, Frank Peterson, formed the band Gregorian, comprising
mostly of men in hoods, and did to popular music what James Last and Geoff Love did to classical music.
Dark Side is a unique album in that all the songs are “dark” in some way or other whereas Gregorian’s other work Masters of Chant are not so dark. Just silly. If, for what ever reason, be it medicinal, torture or freewill, you choose to embark on an aural journey beginning with Gregorian, then this is probably the best album to start with. The others are bobbins. Dark Side features covers of Sisters of Mercy, Aphrodite’s Child and even Kylie Minogue.

Dear God. WTF is this album supposed to be? I guess at some point, someone nipped down to Hell with a sampling machine and a moog and gave the demons down there the job of creating the most painful music ever using the ambient sounds of tortured souls and what’s left of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop.

By the time I became addicted to Morphine, it was too late. 
A man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in
A film about two well to do toffs, the kind of people that need a good old balaclava wearing slap in the woods, doing bad things to people lower down the socialite spectrum at their school. Only one of the toffs falls for the lower down socialite and ends up in a pickle.







I’ve always been the kind of person that really digs a peculiar name.
Sticking with bearded half mast corduroy wearing hipsters; there was a time in the noughties when Syd Barrett was cool. Long after the weird guy had left or been ejected from Pink Floyd, albums showcasing some of the never heard before work circulated on the internet and were snaffled by fans of both the band and the tragic genius that was Barrett.


Bryan Ferry greases his way through 42 minutes of butteresque songs.
Benny Bohm and Sylvia Ryder from sunny Los Angeles do their stuff again. We’ve met 
