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Horseplay CD/Ouija Board

£12.00

‘Horseplay’ is a collision between incendiary prime mover and vocalist Joe Coles of The Guillotines and producer The Clerkenwell Kid of The Real Tuesday Weld.

This limited edition CD comes with its own operational Ouija board, Planchet and instructions. Use at your discretion.  

Independent Review **** Coates stitches together jazz samples, wailing bluesharp, wheexing squeezebox and scarified guitar, while Coles leaps in with off-the-cuff vocals that test the boundaries of propriety, delivered in a snarling croak akin to Tom Waits.

Uncut *** Deranged gypsy pop meets Tom Waits on this oddball dark delight

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Lazarus and The Plane Crash’s ‘Horseplay’ is a collision between incendiary prime mover and vocalist Joe Coles of The Guillotines and producer The Clerkenwell Kid of The Real Tuesday Weld.

The limited edition CD designed by Catherine Anyango, comes with its own operational Ouija board, Planchet and instructions.
Use at your discretion. We have been using it to work out what will happen to the music industry and it has told us that Joe Coles will become a star..
If you want to see why and are in London, join us at the album launch on January 14th.

The Kid says: “These songs mix garage rock, gypsy jazz, cut-and-paste sampling, sexual over-excitement, violence and torch song pathos under spontaneous versifying. It was put together in a studio by the Thames rather like Doctor Frankenstein and Igor assembling a bricolage of musical body parts from borrowed bits and pieces. Joe would arrive, usually late, and tanked and cranked up after bad wine and tobacco, we’d pull the lever until the current arced across the room and the twitching started. Usually single takes and a subsequent laborious stitching process were all that were needed.”

Joe says: “The words to the songs were all written as they’re sung, its important to me that the sub-concious is allowed to puke out whatever it wants to and that is why I try to avoid a pen and paper. I believe a song should sing itself and any slow thinking that goes into the words will only weaken what’s trying to be expressed. There’s lots in these songs about sex, animals and about a wired, ecstatic feeling like a JG Ballard story, where the pilot of a stolen plane crashes into Shepperton and becomes this pagan demigod fucking everything and teaching the locals how to fly.“  

Independent Review **** Coates stitches together jazz samples, wailing bluesharp, wheexing squeezebox and scarified guitar, while Coles leaps in with off-the-cuff vocals that test the boundaries of propriety, delivered in a snarling croak akin to Tom Waits.

Uncut *** Deranged gypsy pop meets Tom Waits on this oddball dark delight