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New tracks from Fool’s Gold, Cloud Control and She Keeps Bees!

On The BCB Sessions (Wed 27 July), we served up new tunes, archive sessions and west Yorkshire bands…hope it took your fancy.

If you missed the show – you can listen via BCB’s listen again service: www.bcbradio.co.uk

Fool’s Gold – Wild window
Belle and Sebastian – Write about love
Mini Mansions – Monk
She Keeps Bees – Vulture
Scars on 45 (BCB Session) – Heart on fire
The Pains of Being Pure at Heart – The body
Hannah Trigwell – Come home soon
Bibio – Take your shirt off
Warpaint – Undertow
Cloud Control – Gold canary (Cymbals remix)
Gui Boratto – The verdict
Pete and the Pirates – Half moon street
Cold Cave – Youth and lust
The Mexanines – Give you love

I’m back next Wednesday night at 9pm on 106.6fm in Bradford and www.bcbradio.co.uk (where you can listen live and listen again).

If you’re in a band or you’re a solo artist and you’d like to get your music on the show then get in touch: laura.rawlings@bcbradio.co.uk

It doesn’t matter if it’s your first or fiftieth session we’d love to hear from you. You can also send tracks to: Laura Rawlings, The BCB Sessions, BCB Radio, 11 Rawson Road, Bradford BD1 3SH.


ATP Festival curated by Matt Groening – Day 1

The first thing that hits you when you walk in to the All Tomorrow’s Parties festival is the contrast between the ultra mainstream surroundings of Butlins and the heartening array of freaks who attend. This is demonstrated in microcosm within 5 minutes by a painfully thin young Japanese man wearing a surgical mask and lime green leggings draping himself with impressive languor against a wall featuring a poster for “The Peter Andre Weekend” – three nights at Butlins and a concert featuring the impressively pectoralled housewives’ favourite for a mere £98.


Broadcast - noise, or music?

We will return to bare chested doyens of entertainment in a moment, but our first foray was to see Broadcast, a male/female duo beloved of the hip and the trying-to-be, who amble shyly onto the stage and proceed to stand at two elevated box like contraptions and wrestle out half an hour’s worth of whirrs, drones and howls whist having experimental films “broadcast” (did you see what I did there? ) on top of them. The result is very much an ATP archetype: challenging, startling and beautiful at the same time. The effect is only diluted mid-way through the set when they resort to boring old actual songs. That’s not noise, that’s just music.

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