Dagobah

Dagobah – members of whom you may have seen moonlighting in Freak by Wire, Spitting Blood, The Vootubes, Carnivala! or (if you’re old enough) Spudgun and The Mildreds – were formed in the legendary North Devon music scene of the twentieth century’s dying throes, but have, miraculously, barring one or two line-up changes (some of which were just members swapping instruments) been together ever since. Okay, so there may have been the odd ten-to-fifteen-year gap between gigs, and they may not all live in the same city anymore, but nobody ever suggested the band didn’t exist at any point (ignore all the reunion gigs).

Some of the two-minute brutalist punk anthems of their early days remain a part of their live shows, but over the last decade their music has veered closer to the bastard child of Mogwai and Can, with ethereal soundscapes (that still sometimes fall over the edge back to that brutalist punk sound of the nineties) being painted beneath spoken-word samples. This new sound has been captured on their debut EP, which we are here tonight to release into the world, the band having spent the last year recording it, mixing it, losing the files, finding them again, remixing it again, and then arguing about whose guitar should be louder while being quietly ignored by the technical wizards who’ve made it sound good enough for Dagobah to finally put out a record (many others have been recorded over the decades, but this is the first to make it through the barricades). Enjoy.


Stickler


Stickler are an alternative rock band forged in the bowels of the Forest of Dean. They write songs about life, love, pain and the human condition.