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The second release in Tapete's great series of radio sessions are the collected BBC recordings of Comet Gain, the rough diamond of the international pop underground, the indie punk Monkees, the noise pop collective Numero Uno! Radio Sessions BBC 1996 - 2011 contains three John Peel sessions from 1996 and 1997 as well as a Marc Riley session from 2011. One thing is for sure: a world in which such a great, anarchic, idiosyncratic band, simply perfect in its imperfection, is invited to Abbey Road Studios for radio sessions by the country's biggest broadcaster, among others, can't be that bad. All those who are already fans of Comet Gain should have this album, and everyone else too.
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LP version. The second release in Tapete's great series of radio sessions are the collected BBC recordings of Comet Gain, the rough diamond of the international pop underground, the indie punk Monkees, the noise pop collective Numero Uno! Radio Sessions BBC 1996 - 2011 contains three John Peel sessions from 1996 and 1997 as well as a Marc Riley session from 2011. One thing is for sure: a world in which such a great, anarchic, idiosyncratic band, simply perfect in its imperfection, is invited to Abbey Road Studios for radio sessions by the country's biggest broadcaster, among others, can't be that bad. All those who are already fans of Comet Gain should have this album, and everyone else too.
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LP version. Since 1992, the collective around David Christian has been stoically producing unique noise pop. Comet Gain are Comet Gain, a band in which the Swell Maps and the Undertones shake hands in the Wigan Casino. Admittedly, a skewed picture. But as with every outstanding band, one fails to describe the sound of Comet Gain. You just have to hear it. When the Corona shit hit the fan in 2020, David Christian, who now lives in the beautiful south of France, had the leisure to dig through the considerable Comet Gain archive and presented the astonished Comet Gain community with new compilations of outtakes, demos, live recordings, and simply forgotten and never released hits every Bandcamp Friday. The Misfit Jukebox is now a compilation of these compilations, the topper-most of the popper-most from a hitherto unseen or unheard part of the CG universe. First time on CD and LP.
"... So here I am with a new Comet Gain, old friends like Jon Slade Darren Smith making demos in a London living room for whatever comes next. 'Post USA' 'Skinny Wolves' both sung by Rachel Evans are more spiky elbowed little skeletons, sometime after the jagged rock opera of a third album pop over to Phil's Highgateish flat near the shadow of suicide bridge to do some gentler songs among covers of John Cale we do 'My Time Tunnel' promptly forget it exists... when the genial sound stack Woodie Taylor arrives we embark on an expedition of EPs, LPs, 45s in a non linear gibbering slow/rush of an almost career... 'Never Die' was a Réa listes LP outtake now home on Beautiful Despair 12" EP for Kevin Pedersen. 'No Spotlite On Sometimes', 'Herbert Huncke Part 3' we somehow did in an airless east end dungeon while visiting punk guitarists stole some of the band for local pup crawls. This Herbert H was the first we did, meant for the Germs Of Youth 45 but a typical CG error meant the muckering about jam version ended up for the disc. 'Fists In The Pocket' was a softer demo I lost before the band heard and 'Weekend Dreams' was on Kiko Amat's La Doble Vida split 45 with Hello Cuca. We did this in a feral one take before the neighbors got back from work. I like it that way. By the time we got to the almost professional 'Paperback Ghosts' and 'Howl Of The Lonely Crowd' we'd lost Jon Kay Ishikawa but found Ben Phillpson, James Hornsey, Anne Laure Guillain. "Your Just Lonely" are B Sides from the records featuring friends Alasdair MacLean, Lupe Nunez on vocals. This particular tale ends with the most recent song which is about the group I've just wrote of 'Even This Could Be Beautiful' because yes even this erratic, warped, mumbling, innocent things can be. It's been fun so far. Enjoy the LP." --David
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TR 540CD
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Since 1992, the collective around David Christian has been stoically producing unique noise pop. Comet Gain are Comet Gain, a band in which the Swell Maps and the Undertones shake hands in the Wigan Casino. Admittedly, a skewed picture. But as with every outstanding band, one fails to describe the sound of Comet Gain. You just have to hear it. When the Corona shit hit the fan in 2020, David Christian, who now lives in the beautiful south of France, had the leisure to dig through the considerable Comet Gain archive and presented the astonished Comet Gain community with new compilations of outtakes, demos, live recordings, and simply forgotten and never released hits every Bandcamp Friday. The Misfit Jukebox is now a compilation of these compilations, the topper-most of the popper-most from a hitherto unseen or unheard part of the CG universe. First time on CD and LP.
"... So here I am with a new Comet Gain, old friends like Jon Slade Darren Smith making demos in a London living room for whatever comes next. 'Post USA' 'Skinny Wolves' both sung by Rachel Evans are more spiky elbowed little skeletons, sometime after the jagged rock opera of a third album pop over to Phil's Highgateish flat near the shadow of suicide bridge to do some gentler songs among covers of John Cale we do 'My Time Tunnel' promptly forget it exists... when the genial sound stack Woodie Taylor arrives we embark on an expedition of EPs, LPs, 45s in a non linear gibbering slow/rush of an almost career... 'Never Die' was a Réa listes LP outtake now home on Beautiful Despair 12" EP for Kevin Pedersen. 'No Spotlite On Sometimes', 'Herbert Huncke Part 3' we somehow did in an airless east end dungeon while visiting punk guitarists stole some of the band for local pup crawls. This Herbert H was the first we did, meant for the Germs Of Youth 45 but a typical CG error meant the muckering about jam version ended up for the disc. 'Fists In The Pocket' was a softer demo I lost before the band heard and 'Weekend Dreams' was on Kiko Amat's La Doble Vida split 45 with Hello Cuca. We did this in a feral one take before the neighbors got back from work. I like it that way. By the time we got to the almost professional 'Paperback Ghosts' and 'Howl Of The Lonely Crowd' we'd lost Jon Kay Ishikawa but found Ben Phillpson, James Hornsey, Anne Laure Guillain. "Your Just Lonely" are B Sides from the records featuring friends Alasdair MacLean, Lupe Nunez on vocals. This particular tale ends with the most recent song which is about the group I've just wrote of 'Even This Could Be Beautiful' because yes even this erratic, warped, mumbling, innocent things can be. It's been fun so far. Enjoy the LP." --David
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TR 397CD
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Here comes the beat of the broken street... "Fireraisers" as in those with flames in veins -- had enough of the never ending spiral of stupidity and hate and greed and religious/political hypocrisy --the inexorable rise of the moron mind and those sleepwalking in their lazy hives letting THEM do this to US... a modern rite to burn away all this to the ground and see what nice flowers rise up from the ground... we imagine an army of disenchanted, beaten down kids becoming modern anarchist magicians drawing dumb sgylls of dada retribution ... "if we all spit together we can drown the bastards".
The last LP was a gentler, inner, melancholic hug at 2am and perhaps we would've continued to go down a sweeter road but the state of the world has meant Comet Gain were compelled to turn the fuzz up and make something more brutal and instant. In defiance to their last LP -- now its late-night sadness turns to the angry morning. First take beats ethics. Two weeks of late afternoon 45s listening parties with The Rationals/Nerves/Messthetics/Back From The Grave garage/Fading Yellow comps/The Jam/Dead Moon --whatever had the urge. Trying to figure out how Rufus Thomas would sound if he joined the Swell Maps... condensing it all mixing and absorbing then forgetting it all and propelling the psychic mix tape into an albums worth of angry pop drops and slow howls. Recorded in a living room in North London with James Hoare (The Proper Ornaments, Ultimate Painting) with the help of Joseph Harvey-Whyte (Hanging Stars) pedal steeliest. Then turned into the record it is by drummer/producer M.J. Taylor who also produced Comet Gain's LP Realistes -- the closest cousin to this one... songs about the evil greedy mirage of world religion, Victor Jara and those poets and teachers killed for believing in love and words, about the forgotten who are blamed for everything and can't rise up from their knees to fight back, about the high street Kali-Yuga, occult terrorists with low IQ but high ESP, about the Godfrey Brothers, about Lou Reed's mourning dog on a road trip trying to bury his masters mullet somewhere in the desert, about those stuck in the glory days of their past myopic of the present and all the other usual losers and romantics the band always bang on about -- with added melody and stomp... giving no real answers but pointing fingers and prodding you in the back... in defiance of just staying silent and letting the morons win. So Comet Gain is still alive longer than we should --still trying to be a collective and an idea emerging every now and then with the same grumpy erratic sounds -- this one's louder than the last one but sometimes maybe quieter. And it's filled with love and rage. And it's about 40 minutes long which is always a good thing.
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LP version. Here comes the beat of the broken street... "Fireraisers" as in those with flames in veins -- had enough of the never ending spiral of stupidity and hate and greed and religious/political hypocrisy --the inexorable rise of the moron mind and those sleepwalking in their lazy hives letting THEM do this to US... a modern rite to burn away all this to the ground and see what nice flowers rise up from the ground... we imagine an army of disenchanted, beaten down kids becoming modern anarchist magicians drawing dumb sgylls of dada retribution ... "if we all spit together we can drown the bastards".
The last LP was a gentler, inner, melancholic hug at 2am and perhaps we would've continued to go down a sweeter road but the state of the world has meant Comet Gain were compelled to turn the fuzz up and make something more brutal and instant. In defiance to their last LP -- now its late-night sadness turns to the angry morning. First take beats ethics. Two weeks of late afternoon 45s listening parties with The Rationals/Nerves/Messthetics/Back From The Grave garage/Fading Yellow comps/The Jam/Dead Moon --whatever had the urge. Trying to figure out how Rufus Thomas would sound if he joined the Swell Maps... condensing it all mixing and absorbing then forgetting it all and propelling the psychic mix tape into an albums worth of angry pop drops and slow howls. Recorded in a living room in North London with James Hoare (The Proper Ornaments, Ultimate Painting) with the help of Joseph Harvey-Whyte (Hanging Stars) pedal steeliest. Then turned into the record it is by drummer/producer M.J. Taylor who also produced Comet Gain's LP Realistes -- the closest cousin to this one... songs about the evil greedy mirage of world religion, Victor Jara and those poets and teachers killed for believing in love and words, about the forgotten who are blamed for everything and can't rise up from their knees to fight back, about the high street Kali-Yuga, occult terrorists with low IQ but high ESP, about the Godfrey Brothers, about Lou Reed's mourning dog on a road trip trying to bury his masters mullet somewhere in the desert, about those stuck in the glory days of their past myopic of the present and all the other usual losers and romantics the band always bang on about -- with added melody and stomp... giving no real answers but pointing fingers and prodding you in the back... in defiance of just staying silent and letting the morons win. So Comet Gain is still alive longer than we should --still trying to be a collective and an idea emerging every now and then with the same grumpy erratic sounds -- this one's louder than the last one but sometimes maybe quieter. And it's filled with love and rage. And it's about 40 minutes long which is always a good thing.
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TR 426EP
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Comet Gain: "Our last LP Paperback Ghosts was a deliberate accident to make a mood; record of slower, softer, sadder songs . . . A mix of Nerves/Monkees/Buzzcocks/Remains nuggets, so we started doing that . . . Then the lovely people at Tapete came and we handed them this: a bunch of songs we intended to record fast and with feeling, accidents as important as the meant parts . . . The first volley from the sessions is the 45 of If Not Tomorrow / I Was More Of A Mess Then -- two songs from the initial short pop song LP."
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