The Pamela Peanut Kitchen Sessions
Tom Boogizm pulls deeper into his thing on a new double album of scuzzed blooz and late night drifters, his second Rat Heart album this year, deployed in highly personalised formations recalling the arcane wonders of Arthur Russell, Labradford and Vini Reilly, shot thru a haze of smoke.
We’ve said it countless times, but if you ain’t paying attention to Tom Boogizm’s output, you really should be. Most of you know the deal by now; he ain’t married to a style, or sound, or era, equally at home playing punk, drill, grindcore, Jungle, folkways - whatever. Rat Heart has been home to his most loose and rewarding endeavours over the last couple of years, culminating in a pair of Rat Heart Ensemble albums that properly knocked us sideways - our album of the year last year ”A Blues”, and a stunning followup ‘Northern Luv Songs 4 Wen Ur Life’s A Mess’, released at the start of spring this year.
For ‘The Pamela Peanut Kitchen Sessions’ he reconvenes, Peanuts in tow, for an album of opposing energies, from electric blues to transcendent drift, all uppercase, wry-lipped track titles, with an emotionally melted core. Using pretty much just electric guitar, pedals and his voice, the songs here wind around the aesthetic progressions of Arthur Russell, manc style, running deep into the red with bare emotion. In fact, IT WAS A JOINT EFFORT SO I HAD TO DO IT ALL and HERE WE ARE (LAAAAAA) sound like Russell following up World Of Echo with an album of electric pop dirges, they’re that good.
And then things take a turn, halfway thru, with a trio of songs that clock in at almost 40 minutes between them, arcing from a sort of urban desert blues to properly smudged slowcore and into iridescent ambient, shot through with visions of manc backstreets filmed in the glow of night. There’s nowt mannered or urbane to see here, just pure expression, from one of the low key greats of our time.
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Tom Boogizm pulls deeper into his thing on a new double album of scuzzed blooz and late night drifters, his second Rat Heart album this year, deployed in highly personalised formations recalling the arcane wonders of Arthur Russell, Labradford and Vini Reilly, shot thru a haze of smoke.
We’ve said it countless times, but if you ain’t paying attention to Tom Boogizm’s output, you really should be. Most of you know the deal by now; he ain’t married to a style, or sound, or era, equally at home playing punk, drill, grindcore, Jungle, folkways - whatever. Rat Heart has been home to his most loose and rewarding endeavours over the last couple of years, culminating in a pair of Rat Heart Ensemble albums that properly knocked us sideways - our album of the year last year ”A Blues”, and a stunning followup ‘Northern Luv Songs 4 Wen Ur Life’s A Mess’, released at the start of spring this year.
For ‘The Pamela Peanut Kitchen Sessions’ he reconvenes, Peanuts in tow, for an album of opposing energies, from electric blues to transcendent drift, all uppercase, wry-lipped track titles, with an emotionally melted core. Using pretty much just electric guitar, pedals and his voice, the songs here wind around the aesthetic progressions of Arthur Russell, manc style, running deep into the red with bare emotion. In fact, IT WAS A JOINT EFFORT SO I HAD TO DO IT ALL and HERE WE ARE (LAAAAAA) sound like Russell following up World Of Echo with an album of electric pop dirges, they’re that good.
And then things take a turn, halfway thru, with a trio of songs that clock in at almost 40 minutes between them, arcing from a sort of urban desert blues to properly smudged slowcore and into iridescent ambient, shot through with visions of manc backstreets filmed in the glow of night. There’s nowt mannered or urbane to see here, just pure expression, from one of the low key greats of our time.
Tom Boogizm pulls deeper into his thing on a new double album of scuzzed blooz and late night drifters, his second Rat Heart album this year, deployed in highly personalised formations recalling the arcane wonders of Arthur Russell, Labradford and Vini Reilly, shot thru a haze of smoke.
We’ve said it countless times, but if you ain’t paying attention to Tom Boogizm’s output, you really should be. Most of you know the deal by now; he ain’t married to a style, or sound, or era, equally at home playing punk, drill, grindcore, Jungle, folkways - whatever. Rat Heart has been home to his most loose and rewarding endeavours over the last couple of years, culminating in a pair of Rat Heart Ensemble albums that properly knocked us sideways - our album of the year last year ”A Blues”, and a stunning followup ‘Northern Luv Songs 4 Wen Ur Life’s A Mess’, released at the start of spring this year.
For ‘The Pamela Peanut Kitchen Sessions’ he reconvenes, Peanuts in tow, for an album of opposing energies, from electric blues to transcendent drift, all uppercase, wry-lipped track titles, with an emotionally melted core. Using pretty much just electric guitar, pedals and his voice, the songs here wind around the aesthetic progressions of Arthur Russell, manc style, running deep into the red with bare emotion. In fact, IT WAS A JOINT EFFORT SO I HAD TO DO IT ALL and HERE WE ARE (LAAAAAA) sound like Russell following up World Of Echo with an album of electric pop dirges, they’re that good.
And then things take a turn, halfway thru, with a trio of songs that clock in at almost 40 minutes between them, arcing from a sort of urban desert blues to properly smudged slowcore and into iridescent ambient, shot through with visions of manc backstreets filmed in the glow of night. There’s nowt mannered or urbane to see here, just pure expression, from one of the low key greats of our time.
Tom Boogizm pulls deeper into his thing on a new double album of scuzzed blooz and late night drifters, his second Rat Heart album this year, deployed in highly personalised formations recalling the arcane wonders of Arthur Russell, Labradford and Vini Reilly, shot thru a haze of smoke.
We’ve said it countless times, but if you ain’t paying attention to Tom Boogizm’s output, you really should be. Most of you know the deal by now; he ain’t married to a style, or sound, or era, equally at home playing punk, drill, grindcore, Jungle, folkways - whatever. Rat Heart has been home to his most loose and rewarding endeavours over the last couple of years, culminating in a pair of Rat Heart Ensemble albums that properly knocked us sideways - our album of the year last year ”A Blues”, and a stunning followup ‘Northern Luv Songs 4 Wen Ur Life’s A Mess’, released at the start of spring this year.
For ‘The Pamela Peanut Kitchen Sessions’ he reconvenes, Peanuts in tow, for an album of opposing energies, from electric blues to transcendent drift, all uppercase, wry-lipped track titles, with an emotionally melted core. Using pretty much just electric guitar, pedals and his voice, the songs here wind around the aesthetic progressions of Arthur Russell, manc style, running deep into the red with bare emotion. In fact, IT WAS A JOINT EFFORT SO I HAD TO DO IT ALL and HERE WE ARE (LAAAAAA) sound like Russell following up World Of Echo with an album of electric pop dirges, they’re that good.
And then things take a turn, halfway thru, with a trio of songs that clock in at almost 40 minutes between them, arcing from a sort of urban desert blues to properly smudged slowcore and into iridescent ambient, shot through with visions of manc backstreets filmed in the glow of night. There’s nowt mannered or urbane to see here, just pure expression, from one of the low key greats of our time.
Edition of 500 copies, pressed on white vinyl, includes a download of the album dropped to your account. Mastered by Miles.
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Tom Boogizm pulls deeper into his thing on a new double album of scuzzed blooz and late night drifters, his second Rat Heart album this year, deployed in highly personalised formations recalling the arcane wonders of Arthur Russell, Labradford and Vini Reilly, shot thru a haze of smoke.
We’ve said it countless times, but if you ain’t paying attention to Tom Boogizm’s output, you really should be. Most of you know the deal by now; he ain’t married to a style, or sound, or era, equally at home playing punk, drill, grindcore, Jungle, folkways - whatever. Rat Heart has been home to his most loose and rewarding endeavours over the last couple of years, culminating in a pair of Rat Heart Ensemble albums that properly knocked us sideways - our album of the year last year ”A Blues”, and a stunning followup ‘Northern Luv Songs 4 Wen Ur Life’s A Mess’, released at the start of spring this year.
For ‘The Pamela Peanut Kitchen Sessions’ he reconvenes, Peanuts in tow, for an album of opposing energies, from electric blues to transcendent drift, all uppercase, wry-lipped track titles, with an emotionally melted core. Using pretty much just electric guitar, pedals and his voice, the songs here wind around the aesthetic progressions of Arthur Russell, manc style, running deep into the red with bare emotion. In fact, IT WAS A JOINT EFFORT SO I HAD TO DO IT ALL and HERE WE ARE (LAAAAAA) sound like Russell following up World Of Echo with an album of electric pop dirges, they’re that good.
And then things take a turn, halfway thru, with a trio of songs that clock in at almost 40 minutes between them, arcing from a sort of urban desert blues to properly smudged slowcore and into iridescent ambient, shot through with visions of manc backstreets filmed in the glow of night. There’s nowt mannered or urbane to see here, just pure expression, from one of the low key greats of our time.