Monday, 22 December 2014

22.12.79

We've had a good do this year. Hope you have and all.
More to come in 2015 including a collection of poems by Donald 'Partially-Sighted' Pascoe compiled from his work during the late 1970s / early 1980s.
It includes this festive doozy...








Sunday, 16 November 2014

No. 1 Single..


Hard to believe it's almost 'that' time of year already.
Well it's a good 5 week off yet but the proliferation of baubles and that every time you venture into town has an intoxicating effect.

With Sir Bob, Captain Bono et al chucking their Zucchero-esque caps into the ring to challenge the festive ubiquity of Emperor Cowell and his pie-eyed minions, encouraging apathetic relatives throughout the land to concede that they don't know their grandchildren, nieces, nephews, sons, daughters and such anywhere near as much as they should, and they are directed by the notion that the charts are the solution that will free them of their avuncular / paternal / falsified notions that they care.

It goes without saying how much our previous projects (a badly photocopied social history of Burnley's failed commercial ventures // a photographic record of the time-travelling exploits of a 1970s footballer // several barrels of an entire porter available exclusively at an East Lancs Micro-Brewery) illustrate all too well how we posess a natural instinct for today's consumers and what 'the kids' want, so we figured if anyone could attempt to loosen the stranglehold these various commercial factions have on popular music, it is we. So here's what we've done;

Though completely and totally unrelated to that mop-topped fab four who still continue to sell tons of records, our pals Lipton & Jarvis have adapted a moniker of 'The Beatless' (check the speeling) in homage to classic Yuletide gift misunderstandings, with particular reference to my elderly Aunt who presented my 9 year old self with an off-white robotic 6" plastic monstrosity bubble-backed onto a 'Space Wars' card that one can only assume her cataract-ridden vision regarded said 'gift' as a Palitoy StormTrooper or something. Our relationship never recovered.
Based on extensive research into the most enjoyed contemporary pastimes and public interests in order to give this product maximum popular appeal, our musical chums have recorded a cat walking on a piano, a great deal of tapping, and what sounds like a spaceship or something and mixed it all together. And called it 'No. 1 Single'.

If all those commercial aspects weren't quite enough to assure us the coveted Yuletide top-spot, as football is still very popular with the youth of today, and in keeping with our Number One theme, our good friend Don Pascoe was recorded reading out the names of several of his favourite Burnley FC goalkeepers who all wore The Clarets Number One shirt during the latter part of the 20th century, taking in sporting luminaries who are still widely revered to this day such as Paul Crichton and Tony Woodworth. Unfortunately the tape recorder broke and he appears to be talking backwards but still..
Leaving nothing to chance and keen to make this release as commercially viable as possible we have released it solely on the most accessible format these days - The cassette single.
It retails at £1.99 so give us a shout if you want one.

Accompanying track '25/26' is a short instrumental interpretation of the melancholic feelings that prevail when you find yourself alone as Christmas Day sneaks off for another year and you're sat there with a full belly and empty pockets at midnight waiting for 'Mutiny on the Buses' to commence on BBC2.






Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Waiting for the Dots...


Nostalgia eh?.
Endearing enduring rose-tinted recall that files away the rough edges of distant memories.
Ours include:
- Winning Darth Vader with Peter Noble in a playtime game of 'Topsies'.
- Watching Andy Ruffell perform mighty horse kicks right next to our classroom.
- Beating St Johns 5-2 thanks in part to a hat-trick from a curly-haired left-winger.
- Sneaking down the park at dinner and trying to 'buck' (ie break) the rocking horse.
- Sitting cross-legged counting down the dots waiting impatiently for 'The Boy from Space'.



All these were drawn from our time at Barden so that's what we've called our ale, natch.
Brewed to perfection by our good friends at Moonstone Brewery, it's currently on sale at the ever-wonderful Ministry of Ale in that there Burnley. It's a flipping winner.



Accompanying our latest release is a fine Porter-fuelled nostalgia-laden library music fest containing several of those 'Schools TV' themes we fondly remember. FIND IT HERE...

Nostalgia eh?. It's not what it used to be - That's for sure...

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Another piece...

Last minute reminder about our do 'Jigsaw' over at the marvellous THREE WISE MONKEYS in Tod tomorrow night. Full respect to Gig and the crew there for the incredible amount of support they give to local creative folks, enabling many tip-top events to flourish.
Tomorrow, you can expect more of the same from the, ahem, "critically acclaimed" 0282 Disc Jockeys whose platters that matter will be accompanied by our pal Richard Walker's AMAZING 'White Rabbit Psychedelic Lightshow', a visual treat that would grace any venue.
Fun starts at nine though you'd do well to get down early and sample the delicious cuisine and magic selection of ales. Come and say hello; We'll be the ones stood behind the turntables, Dad-dancing and supping stout...





Sunday, 3 August 2014

Don't kid yourself you've seen it all before...

As any regular purveyor of this so-called blog will attest, writing has never been our strong point.
With that in mind, wherever possible we're more than happy to hand over the reigns to someone else in order to help fill our blank pages. Over to 'Million Mouths' then to, erm, 'explain' what the bobby is with their new MixTape thing. Catch them this Wednesday at t'Ministry of Ale in that there Burnley as they provide the soundtrack to our new book launch which will be marked by an exhibition of sorts with folks playing old arcade games and that. You heard. Over to 'Million Mouths' then...

"Yeah, so just imagine that the past was futured here to the present day and Mr Pool was still open right?, and like John Hughes was directing the film yeah??; Well this is what would be emanating from the JukeBox there ala synthesised liquid smoke. Pure classic Now-Then Wave ostensibly laced with liberal lashings of contemporary Yacht Rock and dairy-free ButterScotch Funk yeah??".

Hope that helps clear up any confusion. Listen to it RIGHT HERE and make your own minds up.







Sunday, 20 July 2014

Flippin' Typical...

Flippin' typical.
You wait ages for a considerably lacklustre, shoddily organised, poorly attended 0282-related event to arrive, then three turn up all at once. Rejoice, etc....
Firstly, there's this here book 'everybody' has been hotly anticipating regarding Peter Noble's ubiquitous presence throughout space and time (hence the title). Extremely limited in general appeal even by our wilfully esoteric standards. To help 'celebrate' this momentous occasion a small selection of original artwork used in said book will be available for sale should anyone be inebriated enough to consider such a foolhardy purchase.


Then there's the inaugural '0282 Coin-Ops League' session, offering folk the opportunity to back-up all this "I clocked Kung-Fu Master in Mr Pool" // "I clocked Trojan in Wonderland" // "I clocked Side-Arms in El Greco" // "I clocked Renegade in Goodwill Taxis" etc etc NONSENSE that's been perpetuated down the years by various parties. Come one, come all. Put up or shut up.

And if the thought of all that doesn't make you delirious with anticipation, we also herald the return of 'Million Mouths' after a hiatus of several years. Hence all proceedings will be soundtracked by 'Musics Post-75' by various selectors.



As Danny Boone quite understandably proclaimed; "It's all happening...".

Monday, 14 July 2014

A brief explanation of our new book...




As teenagers, we first encountered Peter Noble on Burnley market circa 1985 while trying to locate Nike windcheaters. It goes without saying how he subsequently became an integral part of our lives.

There were other local places to buy clobber of course, though all had their own pitfalls;

-- Roy Marlor didn't really want us there although they were happy to take our birthday money in return for over-priced Lacoste polo shirts.

-- Malcolm Yardley was over-zealous in his attempts to sell us over-elaborate tracksuits.

-- We couldn't find the so-called 'Kappa Warehouse' reputedly located in Mill Hill.

-- There was always too much Hi-Tec gear in Cocker's. Well too much.

-- Sportak could never really get their heads round what we wanted hiking boots and Luhta ski jackets for when we spent most of our time in Wonderland.

-- Even Jolly Garments, located up Queensgate out of the way, flush with their altruistic approach at letting us splurge our entire school uniform grants on Pringle knitwear and sandy Farahs in order to unwittingly dress like Kenny Lynch, didn't tick all our boxes.

Enter Peter. No qualms at letting you try Samba on even if he knew you were skint, while generously regaling you with his countless tales regarding everyone and everything.
He had time for us, that was the thing really. It meant a lot then. It still does.

                                                                     Friends of Peter Noble.   Briercliffe, 2014