Showing posts with label King Creosote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label King Creosote. Show all posts
Saturday, 11 February 2012
My Favourite Girl
Scott over at Spools Paradise on Monday posted a review of the King Creosote and Jon Hopkins gig at the Celtic Connections the first of a few that I will inevitably regret not getting off my arse and getting tickets in time for.
From Scott's review it sounds that the gig was a belter . The duo finished with My Favourite Girl one of Kenny Anderson' s and also my favourite songs of his. I have this on a rather lovely packaged 10" ep released in August 2005.
Watch out for when the accordion comes in at just before the three minute mark, it is quite, quite beautiful which is something I'm not in a habit of saying.
King Creosote - My Favourite Girl
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Locked Together
Something nice and soothing for a Sunday.
If you don't already know who King Creosote is you really need to get a grip and sort yourself out.
It is hard to pick a favourite KC album but, for me, I think the album K.C. Rules OK where this track comes from just edges it.
King Creosote - Locked Together
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Sunday, 19 September 2010
Marguerita Red
Some more beautiful mellow music from the east coast of Scotland this Sunday. This week the tune comes from the bard of the East Neuk, Kenny Anderson better known as King Creosote.
The track comes from the 2005 album KC Rules OK
King Creosote - Marguerita Red.
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Saturday Half Rant
I started off in a really good mood this morning, got up early. pottered about, ripped a load of old northern vinyl and a few new techno twelves that I purchased recently to mp3. I then started to sort out the singles which I had taken to the Flying Duck and put them all back in the correct boxes. All of this before anyone else in the house stirred.
L went out got the paper and rustled together breakfast which I eagerly tucked into and I turned to the Comment section of the Guardian when after reading Polly Toynbee's article my mood started to change. By the time I had read Ian McMillan's excellent piece I had become thoroughly depressed.
For the past couple of weeks the feeling of foreboding has been growing in me over the policies being unveiled by the Coalition of the social climbers and the power hungry. The idea of any clown with enough money being able to open a school and set the curriculum makes me feel very sorry for parents south of the border, Education being a devolved matter means that this will not apply to Scotland and in my opinion would never have a snowball in hell's chance of being brought into statute if ever seriously proposed here.
The projects which were scrapped during the week such as the proposed hospital in Hartlepool and the withdrawal of the loan to Forgemasters in Sheffield reek of the punitive measures Thatcher used to heap on Scotland for not voting Tory. Remember the Poll Tax? It was introduced here first.
Another sight which made me want to retch this week was that muppet Osbourne in his finery, talking bollocks about fairness to all those other gits at the Lord Mayor's dinner. None of whom will be affected by library closures, public sector job losses, cuts in benefits and the rest of the painful but necessary measures that will be implemented next week.
On Tuesday we will find out to what extent that "we are all in it together" and I would be more inclined to bet on England winning the World Cup than on the chances of even the slightest of tax rises for those who can most afford it.
And you know what, Clegg and his cronies will not even have the decency to be ashamed of sharing the same benches as the Bullingdon Boys.
I will stop now, as I'm beginning to get even more depressed and if you are now more pissed of than you were before reading this then I apologise.
King Creosote - Not One Bit Ashamed
L went out got the paper and rustled together breakfast which I eagerly tucked into and I turned to the Comment section of the Guardian when after reading Polly Toynbee's article my mood started to change. By the time I had read Ian McMillan's excellent piece I had become thoroughly depressed.
For the past couple of weeks the feeling of foreboding has been growing in me over the policies being unveiled by the Coalition of the social climbers and the power hungry. The idea of any clown with enough money being able to open a school and set the curriculum makes me feel very sorry for parents south of the border, Education being a devolved matter means that this will not apply to Scotland and in my opinion would never have a snowball in hell's chance of being brought into statute if ever seriously proposed here.
The projects which were scrapped during the week such as the proposed hospital in Hartlepool and the withdrawal of the loan to Forgemasters in Sheffield reek of the punitive measures Thatcher used to heap on Scotland for not voting Tory. Remember the Poll Tax? It was introduced here first.
Another sight which made me want to retch this week was that muppet Osbourne in his finery, talking bollocks about fairness to all those other gits at the Lord Mayor's dinner. None of whom will be affected by library closures, public sector job losses, cuts in benefits and the rest of the painful but necessary measures that will be implemented next week.
On Tuesday we will find out to what extent that "we are all in it together" and I would be more inclined to bet on England winning the World Cup than on the chances of even the slightest of tax rises for those who can most afford it.
And you know what, Clegg and his cronies will not even have the decency to be ashamed of sharing the same benches as the Bullingdon Boys.
I will stop now, as I'm beginning to get even more depressed and if you are now more pissed of than you were before reading this then I apologise.
King Creosote - Not One Bit Ashamed
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Monday, 24 May 2010
Sunday, 21 June 2009
And The Racket They Made.

This is just the thing for a lazy Sunday morning, all brooding and introspective.
And the Racket They Made is taken from the 4th official King Creosote album - Bombshell made during his foray into major label territory.
For those of you not familiar with the King (Kenny Anderson) he is the founder and most prolific member of the Fence Collective , a group of like minded artists who reside mainly in the East Neuk of Fife and produce some of the best, most original music around.
If you get the chance you should visit the East Neuk, as it is a beautiful part of the country and when there go to Anstruther, home of the Fence Collective, where there are 2 chippys serving possibly the best fish suppers in the world. You could then wash it down with a pint in the Ship Tavern where Anderson and his brothers would regularly play on a Sunday night.
King Creosote - And The Racket They Made
As a bonus here is the Withered Hand original of the Meursault track posted a couple of weeks ago. This can be found on the ep You're Not Alone on which King Creosote helps out and which can be purchased from Fence here.
Withered Hand - Oldsmobile Car
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