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The Church - Untitled #23
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No Certainty Attached: Steve Kilbey and The Church

A biography by site-friend Robert Lurie!

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The Time Being | Steve Kilbey
  • thermocline
    in aquatic pattern reefed and ribbed i ascend in bubbles upward towards the dark night overhead the sea away from the light of the submarine city which pulses in dull throbbing glow many many fathoms below in the element of water rising into aether lives within a dream dreams within and over lives i have been everyone and everything there was always a me behind all of them the liquid law of all jungles the precision of a beat in the heart of a symphony the grumbling thunder that wakes me suddenly the sea at night is a lonely place in the hooded shadow of the choppy waves a dim beacon the fresh and sweet water rain on the salt skin the rubber suit like a sleek seal gills of a man lie within my head set in the fiery trail of andromeda in eastward skies a living rising star burst from the nothingness a cold new seraphim now guarding over our eden eyes of blank marble fixed over the orchards the land is so much faster i ride glaciers through palaces and minarets making incision in poppy watch the treacle ooze out in wildest vision webbed fingers pull me in where the shoulder fits into the chest mind has settled spears rip through peaceful island dusk with a soft whirr the moonlight on the surface in tiger striped black and glare i remember the way you moved beneath the lightning sheets the confident sinking into the floor then you were gone in treacherous caves half flooded with sunset and drowned doomed villages subsidence in lake little fishes swim through the drawing rooms and serpents hide like eels in the roots of a white undersea mountain      
  • hey kids…wanna read the future damn right every time?
    the story so far weird art mystic hippie kp buk deep in the vermontian wilderness first heard steve kilbey sing in the school canteen where his water turned into wine something about that stuff old kilbo was singing made buk stop and think and for years the percolation of the lyrics and then much later the art going round and round the search for meaning the struggle for implications to grow in the dense canopy of the present mysterious words like sacred cannons blasting  holes in the blackness of nescience all of it reaching out into the unknown into other pasts and futures things not or not yet happened scrying the angels in the crystallised dust of a Charn courtyard fossicking through ninevehs memory sticks stoned to the gills the words the music the painting signifying what did it fucking signify? buk began to experiment a divination? notes from an occult diary what did the spirits and the magnets want? interviews with dead marines and children beyond tomorrow soon it was conceived in a ten year rush the titanic deck fell into place modern idiosyncratic intuitive every thing you ever wanted to know about the future but were afraid to ask well here it is in pictures and in lyrics and in buks very cool interpretations every card charged with mojo and a book explaining how you will divine the future too win horse races? sweep the pools? break the stock market? lovers on the horizon? no sweat! the tarot of the time being knows the score and spits out more revelations per read  than yer average al crowley deck each card will hold the secret of the future in its glossy E-Z slip finish totb cards are used by more shamans witches freaks and weirdos than the nearest most […]
  • jumble sail
    on the vast high seas beyond the limit of worlds we groaned and were whipped by lash of talon black rain fell upon the great green rocks in the rivers mouth timbers shuddering like a thief betrayed we sank down but not on our knees… an island loomed out of nowhere suddenly sanctuary wild blossom jungled jangled with birdsong a god strode in those sacred groves of wales a new god in an old land we fell upon the grape fallen by the fire peering into the fearful mists by pelican shore or forays into the maze of the studded woods forest facade where grew sweet thyme and lily of the valley distant castles brooded in crags upon foggy peaks the double headed eagle in black on a blood red square the moonlight upon the luminescent sands of our youth the gold was all gone in tombs stripped by ghosted script the crypt of the high king desecrated by the playful little breezes the chamberlain whisper the poison wing words in days gone by a spring drinking in summer effervescent life caravan nights in silk sheets drum of love beats love like a hit in the guts you sprawl then you crawl the subject changes as a strangest angel alights more monster than man the thing can sure fly on board the arc the darkness was suffocating i’m sure the market would be flooded with deluges but subterfuge reigned therein i am brambled and ivied envied and i rambled into the scrub my double vision was decision enough mendicant wind fill my subtle sail i am beached on a shoal in the rippling rushing sea another sun another moon beside tide filled estuaries the cenotaphs and monasteries        
  • pianissimo
    inside where it was soft i was playing an old sad distant song croaky voice cracking on the words inside my rooms the echo lingered on strangely in the vertical climb of the strings the sudden fall of the bassoon the prescient bark of the winged harpist in the dim droning hammers and the cagey crunch of crash legato found sound i have summoned a song from the other song the second song is standing behind me in my thoughts a female song with its rushing little hands leans forward to kiss my spine tingling gliss glossy lipped song its wrong of you to be here your notes and chords are frayed i cant read them the wind blows through your verses and random shouts of chorus are lost in the jungle man that song belongs out there not in here for appearances sake i trim the hymnal hem of the love song beyond enchantment with pleasure crafted the unique many melodies my fingers find another mind behind music my lady song going all silent as her last notes fade away i begin again at the ancient keys to cities whose throbbing wriggling songs escape from their time signature of star has faded from the neck and the bridge my feet beat out the time as i bleat out the metre of the yard its hard being special but euphonia blast is fast backwards quite quick i’m sick of the bells she sells as sea shells i’m sure my suit is my drug is my soul is my suit the white notes are good the black notes are evil between them lies chasms with tiny monsters within i keep on singing but its bringing me no peace to have this new lease on my song the lady song with the curvy […]

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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