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Monsters n Mirages

Steve Kilbey boxed set! All six albums, with extra tracks etc.


The Church - Untitled #23
...five stars in Rolling Stone

No Certainty Attached: Steve Kilbey and The Church

A biography by site-friend Robert Lurie!

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The Time Being | Steve Kilbey
  • a teacup in a storm
    wind whipped droplets tiara crested hawklike hailstoned in a hidden house carousing with some bird i knock at the bass drum as if a heartbeat small voices escape from it like sighs and whispers in the backwoods symphony of autumn that falls my wandy stick emanating mana oh my tremble feather tree topping hills in 1950s rain i look out from my branch deep in the may emporium in my white and ruffled room like tabby ochre kitty claude all nailed damasked and frozen inner sky i under land the plain half human fuller gain black dove on white sky my arrows arcs towards it on the fly i apprehend your pain as waves thru a devices membrane in the bolero readings of my spanish uke fluking a wail i sing of summergone days    
  • triumphant herald
    i dreamt i was a tiny man acorn born under gods bluest sky i lie in gilded lily light harnessed to the clouds i drift over asia minor proudly or burrow beneath the firm and fruitful soil narrowly daisy framed in seed and nut i am that little sprite a flightless wingless thing inklings of egret i read the mind of a bird see from its eye high above the rolling steps to the sea dive falcon falling stalling in thin air over just over there i am that selfish elf that dwells in winter in warm room dug beneath the tomb of a saint i am that earthy spirit in the black graped wine of another china i pine for the fir cracked by cruel axe a naiad bride who lays on her side in my rivery bed twin daughters in gold i am told they cannot be seen except by the very young or by the very old identical voices untrammelled  in youth one is life one is truth warming sun come down when they are around hawthorn hag and brambled blackberry a little factory producing sweet flower bees humming languidly i am free to attend on thee in my dream i was finning it with a childs story fish i rode a great carp and my harp was fashioned from india and ceylon and even beyond dale and dell all tell the same tale mannikin errant i cant even remember my name      
  • new deluge
    i have transferred into the abstract where fear is tempered by this storm outside the rattling doors the rolling deepest groans the rain is incessantly persistent the gardens underwater like sunken cities old dark blood throbs in my main vein in my tree i am the pots and pans of evergreen water i am the silvered bits of star glimmered in puddled mirrors i am the fury of age undermined by a terrible rust the wind shrieks tormenting idiots grovel their huts and villages vanquished yes i am blown away my mercy all used up when midnight sank my canoe the blinded flash of bats in camera off line in slimy bark the tautened twisted spidered threads as the orb hangs dead nothing frightens me in my hurricanes or typhoon lashed by whips of the spur studded drops my steed carries me into allegro nights where emptiness transfusions as chasm oh my nasty procedure now i am saw now i am herd now i am glistened to on ferrari quartz crystal thingies now i am returned unto my old lucky-pants bed snugly ugly in the down of morning yet to come i will awake unintimidated by badly dreamt people who hound me all through my falling night until the horizon crackles like a dim spark and my palms lay hammered flat by rat and love  
  • #4 or what martin and i did next
    the story so-far in early 2000s hedonistic drug addled twin spitting singer never meets up with quiet reserved musician a few good years his junior instead they create first album virtually by post long distance !st album is a very promising electro-ambient affair with some slightly rocky moments and some spiritualistic stirrings second album is more poppy tho although it contained some good songs in of themselves it was a slight misstep perhaps sometimes it feels too smart for its own damn good but still a devilishly fine record and make no mistake… then came the 3rd record and here we kinda hit some whole new level suddenly we are looking at a big picture here god and love and life and death and all that the music has totally grown there is a seriousness and gravitas like um.. pink floyd or something i guess we didnt see that coming at the beginning did we..? but that third album is pretty damn good and even the british press give it 4 star good reviews yeah its a brilliant record alright and i cannot bring myself to write that this new album is better than that one but i can affirm that it is as at least as good and that it contains a few bona fide classic songs that will tug on your brain strings and make your heart think again martin has come into his own even more as an instrumentalist some of his playing definitely conjures up earlier church songs you never heard before both on guitar on bass there are churchy moments absolutely he has enlisted a primary school choir who chime in unexpectedly his own daughter hollie makes an impressive vocal debut on a few numbers mirroring miranda kilbeys vocal debut on the first album she also appears […]

Marty's Site

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Countdown magazine talks to Richard and Marty
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Countdown magazine talks to Richard and Marty in 1986, as Already Yesterday is being overlooked for radio airplay.

 

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Jack Frost was going to include Neil Finn and Paul Kelly
Thursday, 06 March 2014

Grant McLennan conceived Jack Frost as a four-man supergroup, according to this interview, originally published at this link

 

 

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Nice and techy Tim Powles interview
Sunday, 03 March 2013

Originally published at Spire Focus. Tim talks about the work he's done for the band and some of the other acts that he works with. Busy guy!

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Tim talks to dbMagazine about the 2011 FPP tour
Friday, 21 December 2012

Nice to see the amazing Tim Powles getting interviewed! Originally at dbMagazine.

 

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Robert Lurie's review of 2nd Isidore album
Saturday, 03 March 2012

It's always a treat to see Robert's writing. Here he reviews the 2nd and long-awaited Isidore album "Life Somewhere Else". This is from BlurtOnline

 

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Steve on the bands resurgent popularity
Saturday, 03 March 2012

Steve talks to Max Easton on the band being rediscovered by the mainstream around their 30th anniversary. Originally published in Brag magazine.

 

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Peter Koppes talks to Beat magazine about
Saturday, 03 March 2012

Interesting look back to P=A with Peter's perspective.

 

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