photo by chromaticism at Fuzz Club Records Festival

Throw Down Bones are, Frankie Frankie, (so cool they named him twice!) : Guitar/Synth/Vocal/Effect, Dave Cocks: Bass/Percussion and James Aparicio: Producer. Throw Down Bones is “Noise Militia, Amnesia haze kraut and Philosophical drone”.

Risen, phoenix-like from the ashes of Piatcions, “THROW DOWN BONES is the answer, a personal therapy, a rehab from life, an artistic space without structures where we can let music flow naturally.”

For certain, these guys kick collective ass live. I consider myself extremely fortunate, to have witnessed the Throw Down Bones performance, as part of the recent Fuzz Club Records Festival. Frankie and Dave brought their raw, elemental DIY ethos to the mixing desk, and summarily wowed the faithful with their blistering set.

By my reckoning, this is something like my 23rd post in connection with Fuzz Club Records.

For those of you familiar with this blog, this will come as no surprise. To those fledgling acolytes, I would urge you to seek out that which will make you whole again – just as Fuzz Club did for me, back in 2013.

Fuzz Club Records have become synonymous with what it means to be a champion of, “independent, experimental rock n roll, influenced by psychedelia, shoegaze, noise, garage, blues, folk and experimentation”.

That this, “record label, record store and production company”, can muster 14 prime movers within the current “scene”, over two magickal nights in London tells you all you need to know about their pedigree.

Only 10 more sleeps to go, only 10 more sleeps to go, only 10 more sleeps to go…

My 3rd and final teaser for the historic, mould-breaking Fuzz Club Festival at London Fields Brewhouse on the 13th & 14th of November, featuring THE KVB, CAMERA, THE TELESCOPES, 10,000 RUSSOS, NEW CANDYS, THROW DOWN BONES, THE MYRRORS , LOLA COLT , SONIC JESUS, MUGSTAR, THE CULT OF DOM KELLER, RADAR MEN FROM THE MOON, THE JANITORS, THE ORANGE REVIVAL, DEAD RABBITS, I hereby present the remaining five bands on this most illustrious of billings.

Of this concluding brood of acts, I have been humbled by the sensory overloading delectation, of all in the flesh bar The Orange Revival, whose recent ‘Futurecent‘ LP had me flapping at the prospect of beholding their live performance. ( In fairness to both The Cult Of Dom Keller and Dead Rabbits, my exposure to their delights were all too fleetingly brief at Eindhoven Psych Lab, and will be remedied in London).