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Seattle Weekly: What becomes a Legendary Pink Dot most?

Seattle Weekly, November 19, 1998

At a recent show in Dallas, Texas, Legendary Pink Dots front man Edward Ka-Spel (a.k.a. the Prophet Qa’Sepel) was chased around by an unstable votary who hollered, “I know you’ve got the key to the tower!” This makes one wonder: Has anyone burrowed their way into his home, like David Letterman’s late stalker, claiming to be Mrs. Ka-Spel? Sitting downstairs at New York’s Wetlands, eyes behind tinted eyeglasses, a smile across his mug, he says, “We have a few loons like that, indeed–but they haven’t gone that far!

Legendary Pink Dots

Showbox, Wednesday, November 25

The Dots themselves are finally arriving, so to speak, from even recent days as an import-only, $3,000-a-year band to become a domestically distributed, reasonable-income-earning, successful tour phenomenon. Laughing, Ka-Spel acknowledges that the Dots have been “a band that went so long without having any success–that’s dogged persistence for you.”

Formed in 1980 in London, the Dots (of which the only remaining founding members are Ka-Spel and Phil “the Silverman” Knight) released a slew of mostly difficult-to-procure albums, spawned side projects aplenty (the Tear Garden most famously), relocated to Holland by 1985, and continue today with a decent American label (Soleilmoon) and an assortment of revolving members.

Sometimes abruptly detouring into completely different musical territory, Ka-Spel’s peculiar ditties aren’t traditional musical fodder. For one, his voice is more distinctive than Sporty Spice’s any day. A gentle, softly slurred affair (think a flattering version of Elmer Fudd), it glides from therapist-worthy serenade into strained, tortured croon.

As for the Legendary Pink Dots’ recorded catalog–circa 40 albums–songs vary from grating electronic jaunts laced with psychedelic, irreverent lyrics (“Jello man cuts corners/creeps unseen between the sheets/he’s laying eggs . . . you should see him play the organ”) to accessible pop tunes. “They’re not drug-induced rants,” Ka-Spel says of the noisier efforts, “because I really don’t touch the old chemicals anymore. They’re absolutely serious to me. I mean, some of them are rants off the top of my head, something I really like to do night by night–songs which are just open and go where they go.”

With their latest record, Nemesis Online (Soleilmoon), a well-produced menu, the Dots maintain enough typical Dots style to satisfy old-schoolers and create enough non-irritating numbers to ensnare newbies. Opener “Dissonance,” for instance, is a dubby trip, “Abracadabra” boasts nightmarish chanting over break beats, while “Zoo” ranks as a danceable zinger. And “Fate’s Faithful Punchline,” with its mellow horn solo, is damn beauteous.

“It’s a genre of our own,” insists Ka-Spel of the Dots’ hard-to-categorize work. “We’re trying to create our own all-encompassing little Pink Dots universe, which rather like the complexity of a human being is a very complex thing in itself. . . . I want people to laugh, cry, feel the little tingle of fear with it. Release with it, it should all be there. You say genre-hopping, but I think the Pink Dots is its own genre: ‘unclassifiable.'”

“The new album is very much fixated on this time we live in,” he explains, “and the significance of the computer on this planet. It seems a kind of analogy. Man’s relationship with the computer is little bit analogous to man’s relationship with the sun in that the computer is our big friend and the more it develops, the more we rely upon it, and it seems to almost run our lives. Then there’s this millennium bug. . . . What it could mean is technically a collapse on such an enormous scale it’s hard to conceive it. Like the nemesis behind the sun.”

As for his own relationship with online existence, Ka-Spel confesses: “To be honest, I have a real love/hate relationship with the computer. I tend to use it more for e-mail–my computer is very primitive. But I do notice that it can spark a kind of addictive tendency within me which I don’t like… The actual title of the album came from an e-mail from a guy who called himself ‘nemesis@aol.com,’ or something. I thought, whoa, I’ve got Nemesis online here!”

Considering that Seattle was the first US city Ka-Spel played (solo, in 1986), it’s close to his heart, and the Dots’ “Pre-Millennial Spectacular” tour should be a bit legendary itself. Dots bassist Ryan Moore’s solo offshoot, the Twilight Circus Dub System, kicks things off. Moore, whose infatuation with Jamaican dub is as subtle as, say, napalm, contorts his face into zany configurations while hopping from instrument to instrument.

During select shows, Ka-Spel follows with an hour of solo material, after which the entire band takes the stage for more than two hours of trippy delights. As Ka-Spel points out: “That’s almost three and a half hours, and that’s quite a ride.”

 

Ptolemaic Terrascope- Edward and Phil

Ptolemaic Terrascope, Issue 7, September 1991

The essence of The Legendary Pink Dots, those hard to pin down, quasi-political day-glo anarchistic psychedelic punkeroos with more albums to their name than tour dates and more ex-members than an amputator’s refrigerator, can be distilled down to two main characters, vocalist and keyboard player Edward Ka-spel (sometimes a.k.a. Qa-Sepel} and keyboard maestro Phil Knight (a.k.a. The Silver Man). We spoke to them both at length in an attempt to find out more about this fascinating band who were once an integral part of the burgeoning English underground scene, fled in a shock wave of horror and apathy to Holland got themselves onto a Belgian record label and then toured the world triumphantly poking two fingers in the faces of the Establishment.

The Legendary Pink Dots got kissed into life at Stonehenge in 1980, or so the legend goes. Edward, Phil and April, the lost founder member. were crashed out in their tents one night when they were woken up by the sound of a mysterious band playing. The three of them walked down to a misty field where a band was playing complete with a full light show, and stood there alone gaping at the dreamscape in front of them. Quite how that led to the inception of the Legendary Pink Dots wasn’t made clear, but if you understood that alright you shouldn’t have too many problems with the rest of this article.

Edward: “We still don’t know what the name of the band was that we saw. When we got back to our squat, I bought myself a cheap synthesiser and we already had a drum machine and piano, so we decided to give it a go ourselves. We just jammed away, sometimes right through the night. Then a fourth member joined, Nick, on guitars, but it was still totally improvised right down to the lyrics.’

So here we have an embryonic Legendary Pink Dots, sometime in late 198O, jamming away in a well appointed squat in Ilford (I mean, how many squats have you come across with a piano in?). What was it though that helped them make the transition from just jamming to something more serious?

Edward again: ‘They were interesting times, there were a lot of bands making cassettes and then selling them the next day. I was interested in finding out about new music, especially the weird stuff: the first bands I’d been into were Faust and Can, for instance. To be honest, most of the cassettes I got were terrible, people banging dustbin lids and screaming. We thought that even what we were doing was better than that, so we considered doing cassettes ourselves and just exchanging them with other bands. We did our first one, ‘Only Dreaming’, which had a hand-made pop-up cover. and sent it to different bands and suddenly we were getting offers to release it. Dave Barker was doing his ‘Wonderful World Of Glass’ compilation and heard one of our cassettes which he liked and wanted a track to go on there, but it came at the same time as an offer from another label that wanted to sign us – Car Crash International. They disappeared without trace. Then InPhase signed us (and ripped us off badly) – the result being that we had a record label before we’d even started properly. We had only done a few live appearances at folk clubs and at a CND festival, our first real gig was in Cologne in 1983. We were terribly nervous, we’d never rehearsed for playing live and there we were – top of the bill in front of 400 people.’

The Pink Dots’ first album was ‘Brighter Now’ (TKOO1 LP & CD, 1982), based on recordings which were originally released as a cassette by the band. Douglas Peet (from Death In June/Current 93) was working for Rough Trade: he heard the tape and liked it, and was willing to pay the pressing costs on behalf of InPhase who were in a distinctly dodgy state at the time. 1000 copies were made, and enough interest was shown for InPhase to press a second album (‘Curse’, TK002 LP & CD, 1983) – the recordings for which were originally intended to be the band’s first album, had the cassette not been vinylised the year before.

The following year saw a further two albums released, ‘The Tower’ (TK003 LP & CD, 1984) and ‘Faces In The Fire’ (BIAS 1, LP & CD, 1984), the latter of which was the first release on the highly regarded Play It Again Sam label in Belgium.

Edward: ”The Tower’ was an interesting one, a political future-shock album – the Tories had just got back into power and I was screaming with outrage, wrote a whole album about the political trends in England. I put my heart and soul into that one, it got really acclaimed in Holland and France – but not in the country it was written for’. What prompted the move abroad? ‘I had a Dutch girlfriend, and I finally left England and went to Holland to live’.

An event which would have spelled the end for many a band, with their mentor moving away to live in another country. A further year was to pass before Phil and other members of the band were to emigrate, although violinist Patrick found it impossible and effectively retired.

Welcoming them with open arms, Dutch State Radio promoted an album by the band called ‘The Lovers’ (Torso 33007, 1985), and the following year the Pink Dots released ‘Asylum’ (BIAS 12, LP & CD, 1985) which is generally considered to be a milestone in the band’s career. The first album to be recorded with Edward living in Holland and the rest of the band in England however, was ‘Island Of Jewels’ (BIAS 41, LP & CD, 1986), which is a strange and sometimes difficult album to get into. Were they pleased with the results themselves?

Edward: ‘It was a strange album ‘Island of Jewels’. I find it very difficult to listen to it now. Any track taken in isolation doesn’t sound so bad, but put together as an album it sounds so schizophrenic. Some of our best and worst moments are on that album We got it together the following year, ‘Any Day Now’ is one of our best in many ways. We’d also begun doing tours across Europe by then.’

‘Any Day Now’ (BIAS 80, LP & CD, 1987) was their eighth album and their most successful, selling around 15,000 copies, mostly in Europe. Those European tours mentioned above took in Greece, Italy, France, Belgium, Holland, Germany and Scandinavia, and an American tour was lined up for immediately after which was cancelled as the band splintered into fragments once again. The remnants recorded a bleak and emotional album called ‘The Golden Age’ (BIAS 103, LP & CD, 1988) and some songs which were to become a mini-album called ‘Greetings 9’ (MASO 70009, 1988). A fair old mixture of record labels – but wouldn’t the Dots rather be on a major lab el, with all the distribution power that would bring?

Edward: ‘Basically, we just want to survive at what we do. If you love what you’re doing and can live on it, then that’s tremendous, we’re not millionaires, but we can live off it. We actually earn far less than we could get on the dole in Holland! But I’m not against big labels particularly, if you look at all the great records of the past they were all on big labels. It’s just that we don’t stand on any artistic interference whatsoever. Besides, we’re with a good label, Play It Again Sam. We’ve grown together over the years.’

Grown, true, although the band has been splitting at the seams. With so many different line-up changes, isn’t it inevitable that the sound will change? Who’s in the band at the moment anyway apart from Edward and Phil?

Edward: We’ve got a really good sitar/guitar player, Bob Pistoor (a.k.a. Father Pastorius). a real veteran who was playing psychedelic stuff in the early 7O’s. Joining the Pink Dots was like opening a Pandora’s box for him, it was exactly what he was looking for. The fourth member, Niels Van Hoornblower plays sax and flute and bass. There are no drums, we use loops or hand percussion on our new album.’

Phil: ‘We’ve only played with a drummer once or twice, and I guess it’s been our bad luck but we always seemed to hit upon bad ones. One stopped in the middle of a gig because he wanted to light a cigarette, told us to carry on without him. The other was a psychotic, he was supposed to be one of Holland’s top drummers but he couldn’t even keep time. It could have been because of the macrobiotic food he kept trying to cook in the back of the van… anyway, he didn’t last long either, maybe 3 weeks. Now we’re in a bit of a dilemma, because none of us like drum machines either, especially the new ones. The old ones that chug along and actually sound like a drum machine are alright. We still use a lot of the old technology, like ring modulators. We’ve always had two sides to us, we like good melodies – we write songs with good melodies – but we also like really weird sounds. That’s always been the essence of the Pink Dots, bringing those two opposites together. With the last album, Crushed Velvet Apocaly pse, we hit a new level where it almost becomes sound pictures.’

‘The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse (BIAS 149, LP & CD. 1990) is indeed a superb album, and was the one that for me instigated this article. The band have just released their new album ‘The Maria Dimension’ (BIAS 184. LP and CD) – see Steve Prescott’s review elsewhere – which closes with a corker of a track entitled ‘Evolution’ that certainly continues the trend described above. The CD version incidentally features an additional 5 tracks on a 3″ CD single with the first 3000 copies.

Let’s leave the last words to Edward and Phil:

‘There’s never been a master plan behind the Pink Dots – all our releases are part of one huge story, a spiralling tapestry without end.’

‘It’ll end only with Edward’s last breath . . .

The Legendary Pink Dots were interviewed by Nick in January 1991. This article was banged out by McMuff a month or so later … thanks go to all concerned.

 

 

 

The Victoria Dimension (freq-org.uk: Edward Ka-Spel)

mt268This has got to be Edward Ka-Spel‘s most introspective album to date; some would say business as usual, another party political broadcast from the inside of Edward’s head. Words held in tea-stained sepia and dust-choked webs, hints of jaded melody creeping out of the inky gloom, like threadbare playthings that have seen better days. Yep — definitely business as usual, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Limburgia” eases you in with the soft canter of bongos and a slip-disc of key strokes, all chip-wrapping a monologue concerning some mining accident that frays into festering unrealities that sound fatigued, stonewashed. To which “Red Highway” ups the anxiety in industrial tensiles and a visceral thrashing of cane against aluminium railings that gets you all unnecessary while Ka-Spel’s vocals start losing it in the ever-tightening mincer of calamity chased by the local police. Beautiful stuff that; “The Border of Beyond” follows on in a nursery-like afterburn, his slender drool accompanied by hand-cranked tinkering, shivers of glassy automata, doubles ingested purring inside their cages as your eyes are caught in the swing of a lightbulb’s shadow. A serpentine curve menacing the masonry as gentle musical spasms further highlight a troubled mind.

oozes a decaying decadence you can almost smell

“Night Terrors”, with its talc-caked harpsichord and powdered wigs, oozes a decaying decadence you can almost smell as the candle wax’s wane holds audience over the narration… “‘What if the world stopped turning? What if the sun did not rise? If I sit here paralysed, night after night…” capturing a strong sense of the narrator swaying back and forth, easing in doubt like a dripping tap. “You say bad dreams, you say bad dreams”, he adds in a dimensionally-detached hush: “Bad, bad baaaaddddd“, he repeats, as the fear engines take control and an interlocking lushness of cutlery bounces off glass eyes, an apex finally sucked in a convulsion of treacly reverses.

The harpsichord vibe bleeds into “Victoria”, a purely instrumental interlude leaking its resonant betweens, whetting your appetite for “Shine and Bones” — a spectacular 14 minute journey that escalates the disquiet so far generated with a delicious obsessiveness of stuttering delay and swept symphonics. A factory-spurting monotony that becomes surprisingly danceworthy until it careers off psychedelically in filtrated scars of otherness, then ebbs and flows into an aviary of insectrial rubs, forest chirrups, declining into some sinister owl-like ambience, the odd piano note clinging to Ka-Spel’s concentrated wordplay like greasy spoons. A narration about killing rare bloffy birds, audibly honking from amongst the bulrushes and spannered electronics. “Dry Bones, the back bones, the funny bones and all the rest of the bones”, repeats a Fifties voice caught on a brief fervour of xylophonics, hooking into a more saturnalia perspective as our protagonist economically brews a notion of some atrocity from very little. “The 3 o’clock scream from somewhere“, he adds, giving out a vague precision to the chill he’s already generated.

tongue-rolling the tempo beautifully, the pulsing rhythm held attentively to every passage

Two tracks follow, both lengthy excursions gently prodding things with further curiosity, the first “I’ll Come to You _ Continuo” in splashy locomotives and vortexing vox, some whispering phantom in your subconsciousness: “May I be a grain of sand that rubs against your eye, as you’re lying on your sunbed, trying hard to sleep, counting all your money like you count those lousy sheep, I’ll come to yoooouuuuuu…” His words tongue-rolling the tempo beautifully, the pulsing rhythm held attentively to every passage, later adding the final coffin nail, “When you are feeling solemn, I’ll make sure you do not fake those tears…” The music nearing a station stop, piano macabra punching the tickets of blurring impressions, an artificial womb of criss-crossed choral keys, thrashed corn and a pleasing proliferation of fleeting sketchbook distractions. Something the final track “Conclusion” holds dear as its vascular thumps are transformed, specturised, thrown into a satisfying array of pleasures accompanying the pessimistic ponderence. A matter on which D’Archangelnever disappoints, swinging the aperture to the swirling exhales of cold January nights.

Source: http://freq.org.uk/reviews/edward-ka-spel-the-victoria-dimension/

A Ripple on the Richter Scale

This recently released recording, found on Un Festin Sagital’s Bandcamp page, is based on an improvised session from November 2008, recorded in Chile. Richter Scale participants include Edward Ka-Spel, Phil Knight and Barry Gray of The Legendary Pink Dots and Un Festin Sagital.

 

 


 

10 To The Power Of 9 (Progarchives.com)

Core members Edward Ka-Spel und Phil Knight are representing the LEGENDARY PINK DOTS first and foremost. They are from the United Kingdom, originally constituted the band, or project if you will, over there – however meanwhile having settled down in the Netherlands. Their musical legacy, since the early 1980’s up to now, is comprised of a huge amount of albums, which in general deliver experimental, avantgarde oriented psychedelic/space/kraut stuff. Now it was about time, ’10 To The Power Of 9′ – released on Italian label Rustblade Records – is my first attempt to review one of their recordings.

This album appears in three incarnations so to say. There’s a standard compact disc and vinyl release given with differing tracks, and additionally a CD deluxe version which includes another second disc. Who might expect rock music as such should be on the watch here, as the tracks are featuring more dark ambient and trancendental soundscapes all the way through. Well, what is required to get in touch? An open-minded approach as it is not easy getting access to. The tracks definitely need time and concentration, you should be in a good mood also, preferably have your headphones at hand …

… and then the PINK DOTS – who are truly legendary in the meanwhile – will send you on a gripping trip which is spiritual, weird, beautiful … eh, different at all events. Synths, minimalistic halting beats, guitars and Kaspels characteristic voice, that is needed to produce such a cinematic exploration when it comes to the ingredients. Just in order to name some extraordinary examples, the short new wave infected Your Humble Servant is nested by two amazing spacey trips named Primordial Soup and Freak Flag featuring synth loops, soaring guitars managed by Erik Drost. This is effectively designed overall, here and there reminds me of David Sylvian.

While taking more than 17 minutes the broadly conceived The Elevator is finally closing this new LPD chapter. When listening to this I felt like being on sight and insight, relaxed without having fear at all, buried in a capsule spinning around traversing outer space with ease, offering a fantastic view on spiral galaxies aso, plus extraterrestrial voices repectively sounds coming from the aether. Wow, they obviously know how to give us space cadets a treat. So here we have an album with easy-going chill though not simple-minded approach at all, assuming a lot of experience to make it in this successful way.

source: http://www.progarchives.com/Review.asp?id=1325487

12 Steps Off the Path (popmatters.com)

12stepsThe Legendary Pink Dots’ discography is so expansive that it’s difficult to say something about their music with full authority. The Dots’ founding members—Edward Ka-Spel and Phil Knight—may not even know for themselves how many albums they have released by this point, although it’s safe to say the number of studio records exceeds 40. In 2014 alone, the band released one LP—10 to the Power of 9—two live albums and two compilations. One of those compilations, 12 Steps Off the Path, appeared in my inbox to review. Although there’s no knowing why 12 Steps Off the Path arose as the victor among the Legendary Pink Dots’ 2014 output, it does highlight the things that can be said about the band’s music—namely, it’s dark and filled with esoteric mystique, it’s loud, it’s psychedelic, it’s synthy, it’s gothy, and it’s still more thrilling today than many of the most hotly praised albums of the year.

12 Steps Off the Path was compiled and released in an effort to restore some of the Dots’ back catalogue that has, for one reason or another, disappeared over the years. As with many Legendary Pink Dots compilations, it proves that even the band’s rarities are better than studio releases from a number of bands that acquire similar themes and sounds and run mindlessly with them. Ka-Spel’s lyrics can be hard to grasp for the layman, but the overall feel of the music is forever giving a sense of looking under the carpet of this surface world and uncovering some ancient evil. Even a sing-songy number like “A Moustache on the Mona Lisa and Other Things You May Find in the Trash” has almost the same vaudeville-gone-nightmare feel as the “Singin’ in the Rain” scene in A Clockwork Orange.

Other songs raise the drama in unexpected ways. “Citadel”, originally appearing on 1995’s From Here You’ll Watch the World Go By and one of a number of live songs on this compilation, starts with a meandering synth line and easy brass. It is not long, though, until Ka-Spel’s vocals blast off from his standard pitch and run rampant through the second half of the song, erupting at song’s end in a ferocious “Come to Daddy daddy daddy” while the horns take a similarly chaotic turn.

If you haven’t already guessed, the Legendary Pink Dots’ music certainly doesn’t make for easy listening. Selections like “A Japanese Manual for a Broken Wheel” are customarily noisy. Quieter moments like “Goldilocks” will employ suspenseful pulses and throbs that work to cushion Ka Spel’s terrifying missives. “I confess I’ve never had a hobby / Except you / And me” has never sounded so threatening. Yet, there are also moments on 12 Steps Off the Path that showcase the beauty behind the Dots’ music, such as the almost tranquil Eastern-tinged closer “Out There Part 2”.

Seeing as press on the Legendary Pink Dots, in this day and age, is comparatively minimal to their output, it can be troubling to think of their music—compilation or not—lost among the clutter and clatter of Bandcamp and other online music distribution sites. Even one critic telling one curious music listener that something—anything—in the Legendary Pink Dots’ discography is worth their time is the most minuscule drop in a gigantic, ever-changing pond, but then again, enlightenment isn’t the easiest thing to find. Ultimately, there is actually too much to say about the Legendary Pink Dots, but most of it is still worth hearing out.

source: http://bit.ly/1G8l0MA