Date: Friday, 3rd of December 2004 1102060800 (12 years 232 days ago)
Venue: The Labour Club (Website)
Event: Masters of Budvar present
Location: 95-97 Charles St Northampton England NN1 3BG
Admission: free
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Slipstream (onstage 10:15pm)

This is, of course, Mark Refoy's other band, featuring Jon Mattock and Ray Dickerty, his old colleagues from Spiritualised. Their label has landed them a showcase date at the Dublin Castle in London on Saturday 4th December, so it seemed only logical that they take the Friday slot at Masters of Budvar to give them a chance to warm up for that, while simultaneously rocking our socks off.

Admirers of the talented Miss Best, do not despair: The Sunshine Valley Dance Band will be playing for us in the New Year.

The return of Mark Refoy, Jon Mattock and Ray Dickerty. Last time these psychedelic desperados played the club, the joint was heaving with people and the mighty roar of the DREAMWEAPON was in full effect. Now on the eve of a London showcase(Saturday night at the Dublin Castle, London readers) they are back to rock the Labour Club. As you already know, these musicians have the most ludicrous pedigree, involving Spacemen 3, Damo Suzuki, Spiritualized, The Tell Tale Hearts and the Pet Shop Boys. Their skills, their inventiveness and their tireless enthusiasm make Slipstream a must-see.

The Short Wave Set (onstage 9:30pm)

Possibly the most radical act that we have presented at Masters of Budvar. Shrouded in secrecy, conspiracy, smokescreen and black misinformation, the Short Wave Set makes its world debut right here in our little nightclub. Fans of Suicide, Sonic Boom and David Voorhaus, look out. This is pure electronic avant-gardening hell in your back yard.

David Voorhaus, Ron Grainer, Marty Rev, Throbbing Gristle...your boys have taken a Hell of a beating! Here, at what is supposed to be "acoustic night" (Aaaah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!) we present the truly terrifying electronica of the Short Wave Band. An outrage against music, snare drums, all that shit, Doktor Freakbeat's nameless tide of malevolent noise will leave you slack-jawed with disbelief, disgust and maybe even some deviant delight.

Ghost Train (onstage 9:00pm)

Oh, it all looks so sweet and tranquil at nine o'clock as the much-loved lonesome cowpokes of NN1 make their way onstage for another delicious helping of country blues and campfire western swing. Come early, keep quiet. You'll be glad.

Completing a bill of rampant psychedelic mayhem we have the awesome Ghost Train. Influenced by Machine Head, Metallica and The Chambers Brothers and driven by a ferocious cocktail of DMT and PCP, they represent the most brutal, pared-down take on psych-metal since...well, since The Reverend Gary Davis. Only kidding, folks. It's that lovely lonesome prairie stuff they do. Come early and give yourself a treat.

Masters of Budvar - Free on the First Friday of every month. Top quality acts of all varieties from around the globe. There's not much point your missing it.

Reviews of Slipstream’s album Transcendental (Enraptured Records 2003)

Jason Pierce may have been the architect but Spiritualized guitarist Mark Refoy was the labourer who gave 1992’s Laser Guided Melodies its luminous sparkle. A decade on, Transcendental finds him still floating amid Velvet Underground crescendos and twinkling, richly romantic space rock ("Everything And Anything"). Graphic novel guru Alan Moore also makes a surprising cameo, reciting Edmund Blunden’s poem "Clare’s Ghost". A far-flung branch on the Spacemen 3/Spiritualized family tree definitely worth investigating.


UNCUT Magazine August 2003

This album drifts dreamily into the consciousness like a love symphony from beyond the stars equipped with the emotions of loneliness and imprisonment as burdened upon Bowie’s ‘Major Tom’, yet possessing a subtle essence of 60’s West Coast pop in its most potent and purist form. ’Transcendental’ is equally warming as it is soft to touch, depth wise it shares a common thread with the Bunnymen’s monumental ‘Ocean Rain’ for simplistic intensity and tender appeal. Weave into that elegant tapestry the insular drone nuances of Spacemen 3’s ‘Recurring’ and Spiritualized’s ‘Laser Guided Melodies’ and you have an album that flutters in a triumphant haze at every given corner.

LOSING TODAY Magazine, August 2003

Pat Says

The Labour Club was packed to bursting on Friday night, both in the room and on the stage area. Somebody walked in to see Ghost Train's array of microphones lined up across the room and, without hesitation, cried "Ah! Crosby Stills and Nash Live!" After a night of utter inaudibility at the Racehorse a week or two ago, the plucky cowpokes had decided to embrace the Great Satan of electricity, resulting in this forest of mic stands and an audience which simply chatted away over their music just a little bit louder than usual. They started with a rather gruesome high end feedback ring stalking their every note and such were my fears for their security that I found myself forced to go outside and smoke a fat one in the road. Surprising to relate, on my return to the room, The Train were sounding full, fat and utterly lovely. I trust that this had something to do with them gaining control over their sound problems, rather than the quality of my smoking mixture. Reader, I jest: they sounded lovely indeed and you're not to bury them out on the lone prairie, do you understand?

Superstar DJ Willie Carruthers entertained the swelling crowd with all manner of naughty stuff (when was the last time that you heard the "Vision On" theme in a club?) before the arrival of the Short Wave Band. Dressed in a white all-over radiation suit, sporting wraparound dark glasses and a small but powerful electric light attached to an elastic band around his baldy head, clutching a clipboard and ready for action, Curtis E. Johnson (for it was he) set in motion the second and final transmission of the Short Wave Band. Swathed in footage of dying stars on the edge of a distant galaxy, the diminiutive madman unleashed huge, savage waves of concrete sound at the assembled throng. The electronic avant-garde was subjected to the kicking of the month as E-Man manipulated his horrible Alesis Air Synths, stacked up the echo and let the punter deal with the consequences. Two young hepsters, grim-faced and desperate, promptly barged their way out of the club. Unbelievably, the vast majority remained rooted to the spot, watching open-mouthed as the sonic brutality unfolded before them. Arch electronic sound manipulator and friend of Delia Derbyshire, Sonic Boom laughed in disbelief. Welcome to acoustic night.

Superstar DJ Will cranked the music another bluesy notch as the stage was set for the return of Slipstream. With Ray Dickerty sadly unable to join them this evening, Mark Refoy and Jonny Mattock were left to deliver a stunning set of psychedelic pop soul with drums, sequencers, laptop, guitar, organ and vocal harmonies. If that sounds like a pair of flash so-and-soes showing off their dubious skills on a mess of instruments, then I've misled you by accident. These two focussed, dedicated musicians worked effortlessly and with minimal fuss to fill the room with their perfectly balanced, fascinatingly dense and melodic sounds. Their set encompassed tunes from the 2003 Enraptured album "Transcendental" as well as brand new tunes yet to be released, for example the sublime "Burn Till You Die" which somehow manages to evoke Kraftwerk, Spacemen 3 and cheery mid-seventies yob-rock all at the same time. Jon's drumming had Sonic enthusing wildly, while my eyes barely left the neck of Mark's guitar. Well, you live and learn, do you not? Inevitably, the crowd went nuts and encores were duly delivered, including an incredible version of Joy Division's "Heart and Soul" which may or may not have mutated into "Jingle Bells" somewhere along the way. No, it must be my fevered imagination. A truly magisterial set in most every way.

The evening finished up with Will spinning more sides while people got really, really twisted. A smashing night: three great acts, four ex-Spacemen and a man from Detroit in a pink satin Budgie Jacket. Masters of Budvar - all right, it doesn't make sense, but you know you need it all the same.

Next month Joe Woolley headlines with his band The Moon Children, featuring Rob Bray, Misery Wilson and Sarah Spade among others. We have a set from the ever-wonderful Big Tim Sansom and a special guest whom we hope to be announcing shortly. And it will, as ever, be free.

Yowsa and ooshty,


Karol (So called VON) dammering is PIG..... Still....!!!!! [at]-remove-*x##
People of the world

there is comink to our epipicalian church hall

in Brno one guy with a small crocodelico on a leash and he is saying of he will mak us stars

so he is kumink to our reehersull rooms there

with a small tape recorder and making the reecording of us play then ha big joke the very famouse Alan mugee is making the record with the name black egg and this music is steeling from my music THE SHORT WAVE BANNeD

so now I am come to Northampton for a weekend and I am letting go the crickets of virus to make one time only transmission of the world end.

This Pat fish is work for Karol and he is giving my tapes to the Creation record label

So Now all the music must die horrible death

Professor in thee ert


Brno 14/11/2004

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Istanbul man he come say Baldhead Like Doctor, isnt it, laughing four hours wot I bileve. Doctors. No Doctors. No no Doctors. Professor in the ERT appear soon all imposturs of Czech Republik paying hevvy and brutal prizes. Beautifull isn't it the music banned? All thing considering, manny thanks No Doctors. Thank yu.

Hempy. A frend.

Credit: ostrava (Tuesday, 16th of November 2004 - 12 years 248 days ago)
what on earth?
What are you on and where can I get some?
Credit: Carol (Thursday, 18th of November 2004 - 12 years 247 days ago)
In the Erth
Red mercury often times be-come most innfamous by Chechen horror men activity. IS NOTHING. Whot it is on is best for Jazz Butcer forum of dialektik is no RED MERCURY. Is BlAck Eg.
Credit: Cesky Budeovice (Thursday, 18th of November 2004 - 12 years 246 days ago)
black helicopters
Hey, you Czechs. Go easy on the red mercury, will ya? You're messing with my space here, guys. Peace, Randy.
Credit: First Earth Battallion (Friday, 19th of November 2004 - 12 years 246 days ago)
Anybody here wanna talk about music? I mean, if Spiritualized are the new Pink Floyd, doesn't that make Sonic Syd Barrett?
Credit: Aberdeen (Friday, 19th of November 2004 - 12 years 246 days ago)
come back slautghter joe... all is forgive bring wheel chair
It is 9:33am I have stayed up all night drinking traktor juice and I am still thinking is Sonic new syd hhhmmm I am thinking still. is he bald? no is he fat? no has he wrote songs about gnomes? no does he live with his mother? I dont know

yes you are right roddy he is

now here comes the new old pink floyd........Boards of Canada

HA so now who is syd and do you know where he lives we do

Credit: Brno (Thursday, 25th of November 2004 - 12 years 240 days ago)
Slauthcer Joe
In 1969 is finally all being finished with beatles band. No way for the music any further on accounting to personnel differentses and also intractable situation of Yoko. For times it is an Emrson Lake & Palmier world and all wear large greatcoat coming with national air force service to showing alienated state of the British youth until is reviving Small Faces of Kinks and Monkeys with Sex Pistols, starting of PUNK ROCK WARS in UK. Clash it is with pidgeons and sten guns on the roof of Nights' Bridge. Paul Weller makes a god father for mods and Toyah Wilcox horrific Andrew Lloyd Webber event in a coffin but not until 19 eihgtys is Chelsea finally world famous donkey sanctuary of Soviet oil businesses awaking protest of Nicholas Parson, Daniel Tracy, Ed Balls and Slauhgtre Joe knowing house of Sid Barnett but anger roady crew and horror punters never working again most bravely in this arena rock. Please writing to musician fan in Accra one time meeting Raquel from Slow Dive.
Credit: Accra, Ghana (Thursday, 25th of November 2004 - 12 years 239 days ago)
bored of canada
Well, I am.
Credit: Felching, Ontario (Thursday, 25th of November 2004 - 12 years 239 days ago)
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