SpaceManAntics

Jan
17
posted by tommy

Bit of an interesting name is old SpaceManAntics. I mean it’s probably not as good as SpaceManAntiques, at least conceptually, but it still rolls off the tongue quite smoothly. SpaceManAntics, come on readership, say it with me. They’re fresh out of Freo (as in, fresh enough that their manager’s mobile phone number is freely available on their facebook) but it’s not stopping them from angling straight for an LP by February 1st. The debut song is called ‘A Man Is A Ghost Of Peter Pan’ which is probably insinuating that in growing up we die. That’s what I take from it anyway and my blog = my rules. Plenty of lovely delays and pedalled out guitar tones. It sounds like the spawn of Bearhug and an early Band of Horses and by my numbers that’s a two from two so now I’m rather keen to hear the record. I was mid-way through writing this when I came upon the bio on their Unearthed profile which is a far more entertaining read than any of my emotional livejournal spoutings here. Please see below.

The debut album Puraede’s Parade sees these sounds crafted and sculpted into a 10 track journey surrounding the tragic life of Bloomsbury Puraede-an extra terrestrial figure who is slightly more advanced and developed in his senses, skills and appearance than the average human. His home planet has began to devour itself in a global breakdown of society, partly caused by the corrupt prophet who lives amongst the waves of the sea. Bloomsbury flees to earth before the evil of his home planet consumes him. In a desperate attempt to survive he reveals himself to the world, but to his disappointment, is shocked at the extent to which his abilities are blown out of proportion. Soon enough the people of Earth consider him a God due to his evolved abilities and appearance, and Bloomsbury is forced to flee again before he is condemned for selfish negligence regarding his apparent ‘powers’. Once again Bloomsbury Puraede is alone, singing songs of corruption and close mindedness in search of a new home. Alls in all; come for the explosion party of kraut-glam-psych explorations and stay to fall in love with Bloomsbury and his cosmic adventure.




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