The new Pulco album ‘Farmyard & Library’ is out now !!
The album took a year to make and was inspired by the following artists & musicians
Cabaret Voltaire, ATV, The Fall, Willem De Kooning
Penguin Café Orchestra, Can, Ty Segall, The Nurse with wound
Datblygu, David Toop , Frank Auerbach, Eno’s Obscure records
Audrey Flack, Heratius, Mark Lazenby, Richard Diebenkorn
Chrome, Robert Rauschenberg, AMM, John Cage, Fred Frith
Wire, Keith Rowe, Steve Reich, Joseph Cornell, Henry Darger
Big Black, Fast Product Records, Mars, Lynda Benglis
Ashtray Navigations, Richard Youngs, MC Mabon , Richard Brautigan
Erik Nitsche, Young marble Giants , Joy Division, The Passage
Pere Ubu, Dome, The Swell Maps, Bill Orcutt, Durutti Column
This Heat, Hans Arp, Blurt, Kurt Schwitters, John Foxx
The door and the window, Tremolo Ghosts, Radio Europa, Mark Perry
Adrian Henri, Chamberpot, Cleaners from Venus, Danny & the dressmakers, Experimentali products, Iko, Oh Peas, The 49 Americans
Howard Hodgkin, Albert Irvine, David Salle, Fiona Rae, Dada/Bauhaus,
William Burroughs, Concrete poetry, Henry Miller
Pavement, Captain Beefheart, Jandek, Lou Barlow, Sentridoh
Soft Machine, Robert Wyatt, Cy Twombly, Gorkys Zygotic Mynci, Dr Strangely Strange,
Boduf Songs, John Bunker, Renaldo & The loaf, Lemon Kittens
The T’s are hand printed on 100% cotton
If you’d like one please follow the link
For more info about FARM 0182 visit
The album is out on June 24th but can be pre ordered now over on the label Bandcamp page
‘……Etched out of dust in the cold halls and stairways of forgotten museums, this is the sound of ancient forms colliding with the buzzing urgency of technology. Ecology and music crackle under microscopes. Secretly decoding history among the twitching circuits. These songs were buried deep beneath dark soil in capsules. Waiting to be discovered by conquering life forms in far off centuries. Constantly in motion. Observing nature as it reclaims abandoned structures……’
If you’d like to hear the whole album scroll down to the player below
Here is an exclusive listen to the full Human Edwards EP. Pre order it from the link below
Human Edwards are
Benjamin Mason – benjaminmason.bandcamp.com
Pulco – pulco.bandcamp.com
Our EP was inspired by the rhythmic noises made by car indicators and contains spoken word stories about the cars themselves and the idiots that drive them.
We hear many sounds in the course of a day
The average ear is constantly being bombarded with a barrage of unrelated noise which comes at us from every direction.
A brain can seemingly filter and prioritise this sound to allow a person to function on a daily basis without going mad but unconsciously everything still passes through our ears and mixes together to soundtrack our lives and colour our thoughts.
Now if this thought became speech and noise remained unfiltered what would become of the jumbled audio mess seeping through our ears?
Would we allow this mix of thought and external sound to blur our boundary of reality? Would it drive us towards confusion and paranoia? Would it create an uneven state of consciousness where everything is ……………
TV Cut Up Poems is a new zine of cut & paste concrete poetry. The zine is accompanied by a two track 20 min sound collage CD
If you would like a copy follow the link to the Pethau Garw bandcamp page
Buy TV Cut Up Poems HERE
Social media is dead now,
Social media is gone.
It thrived for a while but now it’s all just talking and no listening.
Fragmented clicks and posts are reducing time to a brief set of images
That self-delete in seconds.
Word of mouth is all that’s left
And sound is communicated and consumed by purists
That lie beneath the thundering data stream.
There is maturity in obscurity
We feel and acknowledge this sense of place in the niche within the niche.
But we are backing ourselves into a corner
And our angered voices lay in tatters unheard in the digital mist
It’s made by machines
It’s made by machines
Do yourself a favour and get out now, run to the hills or drink yourself to death. The terror is in your radio.
Its chronically boring
And TV turns the soul to rumble
Art has no place here among these follies of sound. Music is just an excuse, part of the political landscape, something to hang the concept on.
And how insulting is that
How insulting is that!!
It’s made by machines
It’s made by machines
The terror is in your radio
And it’s made by machines
It’s always been an ambition of mine to work with my pal Ben Mason from South West Wales. His music has captivated me since the day I first heard it.
Anyhow, my dream came true !!! Ben and I (under the name HUMAN EDWARDS) have recorded and EP together that will finally see the light of day in the next month or two :0)
‘Indicators’ does what it says on the tin !! 4 songs lovingly wrapped around looped recordings of car indicators
Here is a tune for you to hear now
My aim, as was the case with previous sessions for the show, was to try to record something new, different and eclectic (pretty much like the show itself)
I started using an iPhone app called Everyday Looper to build rhythms with Ifans drum kit and household sounds and then wrote the songs to fit with the loops.
This idea also formed the basis for what I eventually ended up doing on the album ‘Clay Cutlery’
Anyhow the songs were released as the Sketchbook season EP but never found their way on to CD until now
Special mini CD versions of the EP can be purchased below and the insert contains an interview that I gave back in 2012
1 Whistle Frog Finds A Way
2 Don’t Stand Down
3 Party Started
Our developed culture & western education would instinctively lead us to say that music is the sounds we hear on an album or CD. The sound of a pop song, orchestra or our favourite band or singer.
But what actually IS music??
To find a way to answer that I think we need to break the question down and get back to basics. I’d like to suggest that really music is just organised sound. A collage of accepted noise that our brains have been trained to recognise as popular music or whatever. But in reality, sound (noise) is all around us all the time so how do you truly decide what sounds are music and which one aren’t and where music starts or stops? Very often the natural, organic ambient sounds that surround us are used by musicians to record improvised compositions with the same results that compositions are recorded using conventional instruments and structures. When you actually listen hard there are any number of complex rhythms and melodies circulating around us all the time.
So maybe then we can reasonable conclude that all sound is music or at least has the potential to be interpreted as such by our brains?
Once we become receptive to the ‘musical’ possibilities that this definition creates it has the potential to open up to us all a whole new world of sonic experience.
I have a deaf daughter and am beginning to go deaf myself in my left ear so sound in all its forms is really important and vital to me and my family. I appreciate the sounds of my kid’s voices or the howling wind outside the house with the same amount of joy and wonder that I experience from my favourite album or song because one day I may lose the ability to hear them both.
Sometimes I resist putting a CD on in the car and listen instead to the sound of the wheels on the road or the wonderfully intricate rhythm of the windscreen wipers in the rain. No two vehicles have the same sounds. Nature has a brilliant palate of sounds, all for free.
Generally though we end up taking sound (noise) for granted – of course we do!! If we were to consciously tune in to every last sound around us life would be exhausting! It makes sense that our brains filter out the sounds we don’t need to hear in favour of the ones that we do need to hear to help us get through our day.
Sometimes though I think that it is important to take a little time to tune back into all of the many beautiful vibrations and frequencies that enter our ears on a daily basis and really consider how they make us feel.
Maybe for a moment today we should all stop to appreciate our ears! Turn off the radio/CD/TV and list in our minds all of the domestic sounds that we can hear, then consider them one by one.
Draw yourself some conclusions about the experience.
Give your ears the credit they deserve.
Hopefully when you sit down and really think about it you may find that the gentle rhythm of your dishwasher or the purr of the central heating system is something that you could actually enjoy listening to on a regular basis in the same way that you listen to a CD. Who knows, you may even conclude that the experience is infinitely more pleasing and emotive than subjecting yourself to new Coldplay single? Dunno, it’s just a thought: 0)
Anyway, look after your ears folks and don’t fear the noise.
For me it began with ‘The Third Mind’
That most gloriously influential book by William Burroughs & Brion Gysin
It inspired a lot of us to get in to this
We believed that it could make things better
The Third Mind was a blue print
A book of intentions
A method of deconstruction
A way of removing the predictable and creating new options
Things had to be redefined.
I’ve tried to do it all my life through music, writing, drawing
Things have to be real and different
Things have to be cut up, rearranged.
Seen in a fresh context
Drawing upon the nearest thing to hand, whatever it takes
We have to try and obliterate cultural clichés
Now when it comes to music I raise two fingers to those who walk the safe path
Fake users of sound,
Fake bands playing the game as if nobody has ever done it before
Hanging with their self-created crowd
Promoting their own myth
There is such an aching drudgery in watching it happen again year after year
New bands, new scenes, new labels – non of them worth much of a mention
Everyone wanks each other till its dead
Then it begins again
Our world is drowning in music and culture continues to be dumbed down and ruined.
The commercial music industry is shit as it has always been.
Tv talent show contests teach us discourage equality among artists
Someone has to be eliminated, made to feel worthless, there are winners and losers
Talent, art, expression and truth have never be so institutionalised
The rest of us, serious in our intent have to hide and exist in the niche within the niche
lost within the long tail of availability
We are expected to be tech savvy.
Self-promoters following the guidelines
Building profiles and networks
Infrastructures. Cultural industries
Sitting in rooms feeding computers with hype
Keeping close with those that understand
And follow the cause
I know that nothing of what I’m saying is in any way original for fucks sake
But it feels like a punch to the gut for some like me
This is not art. It’s not what I signed up for
Social media is dead
Fuck it. Music seems dead
The internet is not to be trusted
Unlimited availability has devalued sound
Pure voices are drowned
Buried among the bright new things saying nothing
Mainstream media is obsessed with the new
The word makes me cringe
The internet has spawned a globally interconnected monster.
A sprawling production line of image obsessed blandness
Controlled by self-created taste makers
Music is squeezed out like toothpaste
Formed in identical rows
Batch after batch after batch
Year after year
I hate new band vogue
The folly of youth
And yes I have been there
People are so easily pleased
Or are they?
I won’t be part of it
But what do I know
I am comfortable in the knowledge that I have no answers
I have never been a great musician
I’ll never be widely known or acknowledged
Nor can I pronounce myself as being more relevant or important than the next
But I know my place. I have found my voice
There is maturity in obscurity
It has never let me down
Music is innocent
But I detest the way it is abused
And I feel lost