The Independent Sunday 8 January 2012
Lazarus and the Plane Crash
Horseplay
by Simon Price
****


Lazarus and the Plane Crash is a project fronted by Joe Coles of defunct berserkers The Guillotines and Stephen Coates, aka The Real Tuesday Weld aka The Clerkenwell Kid. Horseplay, whose oversized packaging folds out into a Ouija board, is a peripatetic, eclectic magpie’s nest of styles, with Coles alternating between a badass Beef-heartian blues rasp and a more courtly Cole Porter diction, while Coates provides an alluring cut-and-past backing of vintage found sounds.

The Independent 6 January 2012
Lazarus and the Plane Crash
Horseplay
by Andy Gill
****

In their determination to go out on any limb, regardless of taste or safety, Lazarus and the Plane Crash – a collaboration between Guillotines singer Joe Coles and Stephen Coates, grey eminence behind The Real Tuesday Weld – display the kind of risk-taking absent from The Maccabees’ album. Coates stitches together jazz samples, wailing bluesharp, wheezing 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. It’s the id-monster having a party, coming on outrageously to anything that walks, with no mind for civility and a healthy regard for mortatlity; “This fleshy cage, it’s all the rage/You dance around for a bit, then they chuck you in an earthy pit.”

Uncut January 2012
Lazarus and The Plane Crash
Horseplay
by Peter Watts
***

Deranged gypsy pop meets Tom Waits on this oddball dark delight


Seemingly influenced evenly by Waits, black magic and The Cramps, this appealing curio features Joe Coles of The Guillotines working with The Clerkenwell Kid, producer of the kaleidoscopic The Real Tuesday Weld. It’s a suitably weird stew, mixing brothel creepers like “Two Frankfurters” with gypsy pop like “Mating Dance” and gleeful psychobilly brawlers like “Nasty And Naked” with Waitsian bawlers like “Violent Men”. The fact it is packaged in a simulacra of an Ouija board and references mythical London monster Spring-Heeled Jack only adds to the sense of bewildering charm.

Article written by Ged M


Like I, Lucifer before it, The Last Werewolf is inspired by a novel by Mancunian author Glen Duncan who stated in interview that The Real Tuesday Weld has “the depressing knack of getting into three verses and a chorus what I’ve just spent 100,000 words on”. The themes on the record are transformation and the loss of what you love (werewolves being such inconsiderate lovers), and it has the right degree of violence, debauchery and decadence, suffused with film noir atmospherics.

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INTERVIEW: The Real Tuesday Weld
By Aug Stone


The Last Werewolf by The Real Tuesday Weld is rapidly becoming my favourite album of the year, with their “You’re Gonna Live” the best song released this year and “Tear Us Apart” not far behind. I first became aware of the songwriting genius of Mr. Stephen Coates ten years ago when I was running the….


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Literate, jazzy art-pop/cabaret practitioners headline this rather special event, by performing from their new album, ‘The Last Werewolf’ which is a soundtrack to the book of the same name by horror merchant Glen Duncan, who will here be reading extracts. Also features a set from TMR, whose new record is based around ghost stories, and performance poet Alabaster de Plume. Plus pumpkin carving, face-painting and cake, with a free gift for all those who come in suitably creepy fancy dress.

Jonathan Aird
Sunday, 23 October 2011
The Real Tuesday Weld “Songs for The Last Werewolf”
Crammed discs, 2011


Bad Moon Rising
Is this the way of the future, a multi-media listening and reading experience? “Songs for The Last Werewolf” is an album of music inspired by Glen Duncan’s book of the same title. It sits somewhere between the soundtrack of a non-existent movie, adding atmosphere to the unfilmed scenes, and with the mixture of music and snatches of spoken word – presumably dialogue from the novel – a musical interpretation of the novel. Here though the music tells the story arc by itself that it could stand alone well enough without these additional narrative hints.
It’s an intoxicating blend of Bohemian jazz, twenties crooning, electronica and more, which creates a fantastic realm of mist filled streets haunted by the full moon. The world it creates for the narrative is part burlesque club and part Bladerunner; there’s a dash of Beefheartian blues thrown in on the howling “Wolfman” and the gorgeous nocturne of “The Lupine Waltz” conjuring up a turn of the nineteenth century decadence.


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The Real Tuesday Weld
Songs For The Last Werewolf


Perfect and dazzling latest release from the Clerkenwell Kid and his band of Merry Men – The Real Tuesday Weld – return with part-theatrical retelling of the Glen Duncan Book THE LAST WEREWOLF and part mythical Musical mystery tour through genres and rabbit-holes eternal…

10/10


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The Real Tuesday Weld (I Always Kill) The Things I Love


From album Songs For The Last Werewolf out 10 October.


We love a madly ambitious art project. On this album, Stephen Coates’ art-jazz ensemble provides mistletoe-free music and lycanthropic lyrics to accompany Glen Duncan’s self-explanatory novel The Last Werewolf. Its quite brilliant. Oh, and Piney Gir guests on the album. How circular.

British sonic adventurer Stephen Coates once had a dream about an American film star Tuesday Weld and subsequently named his band after her.

He deals in the retro sounds he calls “antique beat” and draws on cabaret, jazz and classical music while adding minimal electronica for a sophisticated modern twist.

Coates’ latest project serves as a soundtrack to a werewolf book by Glen Duncan yet comes across as an enthralling, nerve-shredding and coherent set piece in its own right.

The rabid blues of Wolfman is a striking departure though elsewhere the music hall atmosphere returns with fine guest vocals from The Puppini Sisters, Piney Gir and Pinkie Maclure. Aahhoo!