A New Band A Day 2008-2018

Welcome to ANBAD, which celebrated ten years online in April 2018, and is now “resting.” (I’m still jabbering on about music on my radio show and discussing new bands like, oh, I dunno, The Chats, on Twitter.)

However, ANBAD also has over 1200 posts featuring about 1500 artists. Most are buried deeeeep in the blog, rarely seen by human eyes. This seemed a bit unfair, so I randomised the posts and the ones you see below are yanked arbitrarily from the archive for you to explore.

As with anything this old on the internet, some music plugins, hyperlinks, images, formatting – and, frankly, the writing itself – is broken. But even I will begrudgingly admit that randomly looking at ten years of once-new bands is a fascinating glimpse into a very specific time capsule.

I’m as surprised as anyone that this ridiculous and utterly niche music blog has stumbled around online for a decade, surviving all of my attempts to break it, render it defunct, or let it wither on the vine.  So scroll down and read on – and maybe you’ll find some long-forgotten band from 2009 that you’ll love.


Breton: Indecisive, Massive, Attack

Name changes really affect a band, don’t they? Just ask Viva Brother (or whatever band they’re all in now). Breton – now there’s a decent band name, and all the better after their decision to change from BretonLABS, which made them sound like a denim manufacturer. All the same, you’re not likely to find them popping up on the Radio 1 A playlist, or lurking on too many iPods, but it’s a start.

If Massive Attack decided to make indie-films, produce videos for other bands and replace the hey-who-turned-off-the-lights vocals, you’d be left with something that vaguely resembles Breton.

Thus Breton are more than just a band – they’re more of an Andy Warhol’s Factory collective. After forming in -where else? – south-east London last year, Breton dropped the ‘LABS’ from their name. It paid off.

Breton haven’t been resting on their laurels in the past year either, having already produced a trilogy of EPs; titled Practical, Counter Balance, and Sharing Notes.

It says a lot about them that the early copies of these EPs came mounted on a handmade circuit board, alongside a list of components and instructions which allows you to create a fully working synth.

The band very rarely step out of their BretonLABS HQ, living lives of seclusion we’ve come to expect from this artistic breed of musician. You’re probably not going to spy them buying chipolata sausages or picking up pink fuzzy iPod accessories in Tesco.

On the few occasions that they do leave the LABS, it’s to perform secret shows shrouded in black hoods. Breton’s eerie sound, awash with dubstep-scented basslines and chopped rhythms, is pretty gripping.

Their debut album won’t be available until February 2012. Fine. In the meantime their latest single, The Commission, is available now as a free download.

MORE: bretonbretonbreton.blogspot.com

Darwin Tunes: Music Beyond Humanity / Always Looking For Mistakes

I have long postulated that we have crossed an irreversible threshold in music creation.

The laptop and associated technology has freed individuals from the social constraints of being in a band, constantly compromising individual ideals for the good of the group.

Now anyone can make the exact music they want; as imagined by them, as controlled by them, as produced/promoted/distributed by them.

This has resulted in a veritable glut of terrific, dazzlingly original and gorgeously  individual music: just cast your attention towards ANBAD alumni Mmoths, D/R/U/G/S, Mujuice et al.

Life, however, works to a pattern as predictable as the ticking of a clock. Everything refines itself to the nth degree eventually.

And now, we have left even the individual behind, and are entering the realm of musician-less music; the new-band-less new band of the day.

Darwin Tunes is part musical project, part scientific experiment set in motion by two professors: Doctor Bob and Professor Armand, from the Imperial College London.

The idea is simple: an algorithm randomly generates electronic noises. They are voted upon by anonymous listeners. The pleasant sounds survive and mutate with other sounds (to form other, more pleasant loops of sound), and the unpleasant sounds wither and die out.


So what begins as slightly atonal muddled noodling at 150 generations of evolution becomes a sprightly pop nugget at 900 generations, and ends up as a full-blown, carefully paced, near-modernist electronic jabbering at 3520 generations.

Throw in some reverb or other FX and it could sit alongside any number of new electronic tracks I receive every day.


My art teacher used to tell me to “look for mistakes” when painting – the rationale being that within errors lies the randomness of natural beauty that the conscious mind is unable to bring to art. Darwin Music is the same idea, writ large.

Don’t even try to resist. This is the future, like it or not. And it’s surprisingly beautiful.

MORE: Join in and help evolve music here



You’ve possibly noticed that I don’t blog every day any more. (The smart-arses amongst you will note that I never have done.)

It’s not the end, merely a lobotomy. Here’s why: terelinck.com/why-i-almost-killed-my-music-blog

There will still be new bands on here. Just not as many. But that’s the point :)

Here’s to the next six years of ANBAD!

Abraços, Joe x

>ANBAD Band Clear-Out Special Day Two! (Or is it three? Not sure)

>Good grief. I hope you recovered from the shock of all those bands on Tuesday. Assuming you did, here’s Part Two of the snappily-titled Great A New Band A Day Bands Stockpile Clearout! (See Tuesday’s post if you’re none the wiser)

And today, in semi-reference to the South By South West festival taking place, all the bands are from the USA! Thematic-tastic! Hey! Ho! Let’s Go!

The Steps – Not the hellish late-90’s novelty disco-pop-gone-bad multi-million selling quintet, but the gusty rock behemoth-to-be from Austin, Texas. They grind out dinosaur-wrestlin’ rawk songs that will punch you in the face, steal your wallet and then invite you to join them in a round of drinks bought with the money. And you’d say yes.

Leisure Pills
– Dreamy, easy-going, driving, rock (Note: not Driving Rock, which is an altogether different, awful, beast). You can actually hear that they’re from the west coast of America. The audio equivalent of lying on your back and looking up at the clouds.

Kill Cupid – Almost entirely made of demented rock crashing noise, Kill Cupid are brash, loud and excitable. Their songs might not deal with one’s inner turmoil, or ruminate on humanity’s place in the universe, but they can, like, totally produce some ace riff-o-rama songs that demand heads to banged and pits to be moshed.

Shenandoah Davis – The antidote to the masculine, testosterone-drenched excess of the previous bands, Shenandoah Davis writes gentle, uncoiling, happy songs that engage, delight and swoon. Songs like Up And Over are soaring, twinkling gems; beautiful, fragile and calm. Bold and sweet, her songs tell intriguing stories, or fragmented tales, or whispers from inside her mind. Highly recommended.

Phew! Four more bands – that’s nine this week now. Have a nice lie down now. You deserve it. We know we do. Remember – things’ll return to normal on Monday when we get back from sunning ourselves abroad. See you next week!


Finding out via a band’s email blurb that they began life in San Francisco but now reside in the hinterland that is London and Sweden allows me to haul out this old chestnut: how inconvenient must their practice sessions be?

Thus, I’m guessing that either Treasureseason spend a lot of time on North Sea ferries shuttling to and from the two places, or that one of these locations is now a virtual band outpost.

Or maybe they choose the woozy isolation of that North Sea ferry to write their woozy, isolated songs. See what I did there?

The most pleasing aspect of Secrets is, remarkably, not its de rigueur yet hugely soothing use of chopped and dropped vocal samples, it’s breathy feel, or even its bold, slow beat: it’s the sharp, glossy keyboard stabs that propel this song from potential cheese-fest to gloriously widescreen epic-pop.

Honest, comely and weirdly organic.


>June New Bands Roundup!

>Frankly, it was a minor miracle that any new bands got written about during June. A New Band A Day towers was massively preoccupied with Euro 2008, and thus was very busy with the important tasks of watching football all day, drinking beer to accompany the football and filling in the wallchart so that we would know exactly how hard France were tanking.

Still, confounding expectations is always fun, and what actually happened was the most exciting month on A.N.B.A.D….. EVER! Great new bands slopped out of our bucket almost non-stop, and here’s a round up of the great and the good:

Q Without U were an early bright light, and we said this:

Q Without U meld super-tuneful guitar rock with whizzy synths into punchy pop songs”

and we were right. Following soon after was the great ERRORS, and:

If we were mildly cretinous, we’d make a poor joke about how there is nothing erroneous about their music, because it’s fantastic.”

But we didn’t, ‘cos we’re dead clever, like. Then, during an ill-though-out “Roadtrip” gimmick, we got all excited about Envelopes, who are really, really ace, and from Sweden. Or Paris. we weren’t totally sure. But, we said that:

Their fabulous song Sister In Love somehow straddles the late 80’s and early 90’s, whilst luckily missing Shoegaze altogether – no mean feat.”

And guess what, they almost were BAND OF THE MONTH, but were just pipped at the post by the mind-bogglingly good Paul Hawkins and Thee Awkward Silences. We raved like idiots at their song The Battle Is Over, gushing maniacally:

“Make no mistake, this is the best song you’ll have heard for a long, long time – since, frankly, All the Rage by the Royal We. If you only listen to one new song this week, it should be this one – it’s truly, brilliantly, wonderfully fantastic. Song of the year so far, easily.”

Mmmm, nice to see we kept our ‘calm-and-detached’ integrity there. So well done, Paul Hawkins et al, BAND OF THE MONTH. Anyway, check all of these bands out, because they’re the creme de la creme of a really good bunch. Bring on July!

>Today’s New Band – From Saturn PLUS! Theology!

>It’s the 200th anniversary of Charles Darwin‘s birth. His theory is being debated as furiously now as it has ever been – perhaps even more so. Most people broadly accept evolution as a sound explanation for life’s progress – it’s just that the crazed and dissenting minority are more tooth-rattlingly, mouth-foamingly vocal than ever.

What I enjoy hearing the most is not the mentally disturbed rantings of Creationists, but those who are trying to reconcile their centuries-old religions with a 150-year old scientific theory, a bit like how David Bowie jumped on the Drum ‘n’ Bass bandwagon in the mid 90’s. Hilariously, the Vatican claim that St Augustine and St Thomas Aquinas actually got there first, and so if you think about it, evolution is actually all to do with God, yeah?

People love clinging onto their beliefs, especially ones that are specifically meaningful to them alone. Music means different things to different people, and rabid followers of bands are particularly befuddled individuals. I was once stuck on a ferry to Belgium with, apparently, the Queen fanclub, and they all had matching double-denim jackets ‘n’ jeans with Queen badges and patches all over them. They looked like particularly grumpy, beardy children’s entertainers and/or real ale fanatics.

You can be a crap band, but summon emotions way beyond the feasible. Today’s New Band, From Saturn, definitely aren’t crap, but may eventually conjure similarly fanatical tendencies. They’re from Sweden – which bands aren’t these days? – and make songs that sound as if they’ve been recorded in the bottom of a well filled with dry ice and guitar effect pedals.

Sometimes smashes softly, like the dense mist at the foot of a waterfall, and is appropriately welcoming, calming and dangerous all at once. There is so much guitar fuzz in the song that it even seems to have leeched into the vocals’ nihilistic drone. Buddies is hyped on uppers and, peering through a woozy fug, lurches forward, having too good a night for its own well being.

From Saturn have found what they like – fuzz, echo and wispy confusion – and they pound each song into submission with their ideals. The songs bend to their will, and not the other way around. I’m not sure if there’s a religious parallel to be drawn here or not. I am sure that you should listen to their songs, right here.

_+_; Lasers, Computer Love, and Frantic Asininity

If you ever wanted any more proof that there’s no accounting for taste, here’s a new fun game that will both pass the time and cause palms to be vigorously slapped against foreheads the world over.

Visit a website that streams music, and then go to the page of your favourite band – or your least favourite band. I picked Primal Scream, because of their maddening ability to occupy both those polar opposites simultaneously.

Then cast a lazy eye over the list of their most popular songs, as played by the general public, and prepare to commence the afore-mentioned forehead slapping.

Primal Scream‘s top three most-played songs on Spotify are Rocks, Country Girl and Jailbird. Not the brilliantly acid-flecked Loaded. Not the amphetamine-crazed ACCELERATOR. Oh no.

Not even the frantically asinine Swastika Eyes – the ones that people prefer are the most generically Stones-lite, most barrel-scraping moments in their career. Durrrr.

For the artist, performing this test might have an extra element of surprise – that track they always hated is the one the record buying* public like the most. So _+_ might simply hate his song Laser Beam, but I love it, so there.

_+_ // Laser Beam

If Laser Beam was a machine, it would be cut from a single pristine piece of mirror-shine aluminium. It’s that kind of song, reducing description to mindless hyperbole – such is the white-heat shimmer of the mechanical beats and the fuzzy keyboard washes.

_+_‘s website looks like it has been designed by a hyperactive, sentient robot. The music is made by someone all-too human, trapped in love with computerisation and rigidity. A calm, precise, trickle of crimson blood.


*OK, ‘mp3-illegal-downloading’

Bite Marks, Rabbit Stews/Aural Stews

Mancunian photographer/all-round-good-guy Gareth Hacking got in touch to point out that, after discovering a flurry of pop star/cookery cross-over projects (see post and subsequent comments), the joker in the pack has been found in the form of Luke Haines, skewed pop star extraordinaire.

Luke describes the making of his rabbit stew thusly:

“If you we’re making this stew for Hawkwind (underrated), as opposed to just grooving to Hawkwind whilst you heat shit up, then it would be better if you used magic mushrooms.

Cooking for rock stars is a theme restaurant waiting to happen. Read the rest here.

How, then, do Bite Marks fit into all of this? More adroitly than you may think, assuming stews are your starting point. For Bite Marks‘ sound is a stew, or a brew, or – indeed – a mélange; the result of hours of steeping and filtering.

Swarm clings and sloshes like a daytime drunk having too blissful a time to care about his appearance. It’s a song that shoves drowsy skank into drone-pop, angsty, dreamy and distant.

It must be hard to write songs that really do preclude easy description, but Bite Marks has almost pulled it off. If this is what happens when you absorb too many diverse sounds, and then try to squeeze them into one being, then we will all be better off.

MORE: soundcloud.com/bite-marks-1

>EP Island: Bands Are Like, Soooo, 2009

And so it’s come to pass: we’ve done post-punk and post-rock! Now the logical conclusion to all this posting has come to pass: the Post-Band. So puzzle over EP Island, a ‘recording project’, a ‘non-band band’,

So who’s (not) in this (non) band? Well, blame LL Schulz, Lyn Heinemann and Melanie Covey for all this genre-warping. Tired of band practices, gigging and all the other distractions that fill a musician’s time, they struck on the idea of a band that forms only when they want it to, and only writes and records in this time too.

It’s a clever side-step back to basics – revisting the reason people form bands in the first place: togetherness defined by intense creative bursts. And the results are similarly retrograde – a satisfyingly gnarled sound, the sense of urgency, the spirit of creative outpouring, and, in Broken Social Smoker, a corker of a song.

EP Island – Broken Social Smoker

John Lennon once said that the best songs were written, recorded and released within a week. He was on to something. Broken Social Smoker bears all the hallmarks of sudden craft, quick thinking and melodies from the depths. Perhaps it’s just Christmas cheer, but surely this is a lovely song, from lovely sources, with lovely sentiment.

Having sampled the delights of the post-band, it’s time to pause and reflect on where things will go now. Any pleasures that will be derived from (hopefully) an inundation of quickly-written, recorded and released records might be dampened by rebellious post-post-bands, who try to slick their production up to Duran Duran standards. Who knows?

But this will be the last new (kinda-) band of the year – inevitable End Of Year Lists will appear tomorrow! Celebrate! Or Flee!