A New Band A Day 2008-2018

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

However, ANBAD also has over 1200 posts featuring about 1500 artists. Most are buried deep 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 of the music players, hyperlinks, images, formatting – and, frankly, the writing itself – are 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. I’ll post something longer soon, probably around the Official ANBAD 10th Birthday in April; but for now, scroll down and read on – and maybe you’ll find some long-forgotten band from 2009 that you’ll love.


MIDWEEK MIXTAPE // 18th May 2011

Last week was, like, all about those zany Super-Injuctions. Thankfully, we’ve all moved our collective LUST FOR GOSSIP on from such celebrity tittle-tattle.

It’s safe to say that we no longer care who’s been doing illicit deeds and then using their millions to hide knowledge of them from the public, which is why this week, in an entirely unconnected set of circumstances, Lt Drebin is pondering an Annie Lennox album. “Diva”, indeed.


FIRST! Prescription Description is a spin-off band (aren’t they all?) from one of last year’s better bands, B-Lock and the Girl. All the music is played with a loop pedal by one man, which results in exactly the kind of off-kilter, frayed-at-the-edges, cracked-in-the-middle music that I love. It’s even easier to get this kind of music hopelessly wrong than it is to get it half-way right, and so it’s a particular thrill to hear songs like Toast The Moon getting it spot on. Great.

SECOND! Continuing the trend of obtuse-sounding experi-sounds, Petrels, in After Francis Danby, have created a low-key mini-epic of burbling radio bloops, echo-drenched twangs and sweeps of glistening noise. Like a radio broadcast from a doomed future. Terrifyingly soft.

THIRD! Sigmund Frued is recording and releasing one new song every month for the next six months. These Challenge Anneka-style stunts are very welcome chez ANBAD, if only because, in the internet age where nothing is savoured for more than 30 seocnds, gimmicks are a sure-fire way to keep ’em hooked. Thankfully, Sigmund Frued serves up mounds of gleefully chopped-up tunes that can’t fail to satisfy. Delicious.

FOURTH! Calling yourself Boy Genius is a bold move. There’s, you know, a certain level of expectation of geniuses. These songs aren’t comparable with the Theory of General Relativity, but they are straight-up, straight-down blasts of power-punk-pop that dally with the ridiculous but still emerge on top. It’s not genius, but it’s still impressive.

FINALLY! Generationals are boogie. There’s a word I’ve never used on ANBAD before. Boogie. Yep. Sounds good, feels good too. Boogie. Not enough bands have it, I think. But Generationals do – oh yes. Boogie down, my friend. Great stuff.

Swimming In Mist, and For Sale: Sony Ericsson W880i (casing has minor teeth-marks and bloody streaks)

Swimming In Mist: A Literal Interpretation

How to induce a technologically-assisted breakdown in a zillion easy steps:

The process begins with breaking your phone by dropping it in a strip club that you never even wanted to be in in the first place, and then ends with you finally managing to fix the phone after a full ten days of hassle.

But only assuming you’ve ordered a special cable, special software, and spent hours tinkering with the computer, and stifled a sob upon realising that all of your contacts’ phone numbers have vanished, and you have no way of retrieving them other than asking each person individually on Facebook, which you hate even more than fixing mobile phones.

And to top it all, halfway through this process, you went out and bought a new phone in frustration, and now you’ve got two phones, when you only really need one, and thinking about it now, you don’t really want the hassle of even one phone any more.

If you do know that specific series of unfortunate events, the you too will find relief, comfort and maybe even the glimmerings of inner calm in the synthetic/organic warmth of Swimming In Mist‘s eponymous song.

Swimming In Mist- Swimming In Mist

Swimming In Mist is rough ‘n’ ready in its rapid and judicious use of flat, bluntly sampled sounds and beats, and herein lies the charm. The song meanders and yet has four-square rigidity, in warm but metallic, sounds cushion-soft but prickly.

If yesterday’s band glinted manically with all the facets of naive exuberance, then Swimming In Mist is just plain naive, having racked up a grand total of 200 views on Myspace at time of writing. So here’s an artist’s first tentative steps, just and like a stumbling baby, any clumsiness is masked by novelty, surprised delight and beauty.


Blouse: Floaty, Gossamer, Billowy

Whilst ANBAD’s mutation from Quasi-Respected New Music Portal into Band-Name-Obsessed Daily Word-Splurge may be mildly embarrassing, one fact remains: band names do actually matter – just probably not quite as much as I think they do.

‘Blouse’, for instance, may well instinctively sound like the name of a hopeless tailcoat-riding Britpop band from 1995, but if that instant association was to put you off, you’d be missing a genuine treat.

Moreover, Blouse suits this band simply perfectly: floaty, gossamer, billowy and slightly sexy.


Videotapes could, in fact, be one of the most truly excellent songs so far this year. That it could easily soundtrack a thousand shockingly expensive car TV adverts is of no fault of the band itself – more a confirmation of their talents.

Because buried deep within its warped synths, clobbering drums and breathy vocals lies a pristine and simple 4-square pop song; hooks, choruses and progressions all in the right place, at the right time.

Much of Blouse’s music was recorded in an old warehouse. There’s something unspeakably seedy about a band called Blouse recording a song like Videotapes in a location like that. Excellent.

MORE: blouseblouse.com

YUCK – BOLD CAPS, Exclamation Marks: Unnecessary Yet Helpful

There was no need for me to write the band’s name in BLOCK CAPS up there in the title. But if one band  demanded the depression of the message-board shouter’s favourite button, YUCK were it. Hell, I’m going to throw in an exclamation mark next time I mention them too. Rampant recklessness abounds.

YUCK! is such a great band name that initially I felt like dancing a small, celebratory jig, and then I realised that a band with that good a name would probably write songs that were brilliant enough to coax uninhibited dancing anyway.

And heckfire, I was right: just listen to the sludgy, fuzz-bucket excellence contained within the stupendous Georgia.

YUCK! // Georgia

Coupling such sweet, dreamy and lovely vocals with such grimy guitar grumbling is a stroke of unexpected genius. Georgia is a truly delicious song: one listen will never satisfy. Each play supplies a zip of pure satisfaction that strums up and down your spine like a lover’s playful hand.

This is a song that conjures visceral mental images. All the best songs do. And this song dredges up flashes of orange-hued summer days of sweltering heat, cooling dips in rivers, fun, love and happiness. And cider. But that last bit’s probably just me. Lovely, brilliant, and lovely (again).


>The ANBAD Time Machine – August ’08!

>It’s funny – you can form opinions on something based on the best decisions, intentions and intellect, and then the the fullness of time will slap you in the face with your real feelings.

Today we’re zipping back to August last year – and one of this Top 5 made possibly the catchiest song that’s ever popped up on ANBAD. The song was The Little Patton by The Seedy Seeds, will stick in your head for ever – and we didn’t even make them band of the month. Durr.

So come back to August ’08, chuckle at our ineptitude and get to grips with the catchiest song ever – and more- here!

Junk Culture – Twinkling Distractions, Iron Will

It’s a wonder any electronic songs get made at all. As anyone who has tried to make computer-based music knows, danger lurks within your laptop.

Like all the most troublesome dangers, it’s characterised by its allure and temptation. The problem hides in the vast, glittering array of endlessly-tweakable options. Any sound can be altered in infinitesimal, bewildering number of ways, and it’s easy – no, almost obligatory – to get bogged down in honing an individual sound rather than forming an actual song.

Some people can ignore these twinkling distractions, and manage to get on with the task at hand: making simple, blissfully good pop songs.

Aptly named, Junk Culture recycles and re-appropriates familiar sounds, churning them until new noises, sweet and buttery, appear. How else could the appearance of sleigh bells on Weird Teenage Vibes be explained?

Junk Culture // Weird Teenage Vibes

This is a song of deceptive weight. It sounds dense, wide, multi-faceted – and its only as the song is ending do we realise that, in fact, Weird Teenage Vibes is as slight as can be. As a lesson in how a deftly-applied smattering of synths, clicks (and those jangling bells) are all you really need not only to make a song, but really flesh one out, it’s an eye-opener.

Junk Culture is a man of either iron will, bravely ignoring the welter of knob-twiddling options available to him, or simply doesn’t know about them. I imagine the former is true, but it doesn’t really matter. The point is that here is a man who can make a song out of the flimsiest of materials and make it shine.


>A New Band A Day Is In A Tent… Again


So, after refusing to learn from our last, chastening experience at a music festival in this summer-less country, the intrepid A.N.B.A.D. team is at another one, this time about as far south as you can go in the UK, in the vain hope that the weather’s better there. It won’t be.

We’ll be sheltering from the rain, wind and stupefying frustration of 30,000 damp people at the lovely Bestival, on the Isle of Wight. The line-up might just make the inevitable rain worthwhile, comprising as it does of super-music-types like My Bloody Valentine, George Clinton, Aphex Twin and a whole BUCKET LOAD more.

So, there’ll be a reduced service here at A New Band A Day until Monday, but we promise to return refreshed*, happy** and with a brain full of ace bands to yap excitedly about***.

In the mean time, why not have a good old scroll around the column on the right and see if any of the old bands of the day you might have missed tickle your fancy?


Joe and the ANBAD gang

**desperate for warmth
***this bit’s probably true

MIDWEEK MIXTAPE // 28th September 2011

ANBAD has returned from a break in Barcelona, Europe’s Most Hash-Scented City™, where the supposed relaxation was punctured with the realisation that Barcelona’s pop music is a truly soul-shaking blend of Depeche Mode and happy-clappy moron-o-dance.

Note that this mixture of music is not in the same song – yet. Surely the creation of such a bowel-loosening monstrosity will only be a matter of time.

Now that the ANBAD Midweek Mixtape is the official Alex James Cheese Resource, here’s a picture of him getting into the Catalan spirit with his ‘Spudsworth melting cheese’.


FIRST: Hey, what do you think of the burgeoning Slovakian music scene? What do you mean, you haven’t heard any Slov-pop? In that case, Odd Logic can be your primary port of call, with burbling and discombobulating clicky dance music to make your head spin and nod all at once.


SECOND: First They Took Manhattan classify themselves as Doom Pop. Do not confuse this with Doom Metal, which is something entirely (and ludicrously) different. Their songs are indeed a bit gloomy, but wholly pleasant all the same. Life’s a bit like that.


THIRD: Sneak Peek have set themselves up for a fall, haven’t they? When they’re seven albums in to their globe-straddling career and playing Wembley Stadium, their songs won’t be a sneak peek of anything any more. Time does that to songs. Still, while the songs are still green and new, enjoy what are literally sneak peeks into Sneak Peek: lullabies with fuzzy guitars.


FINALLY: Washington Irving have a band name that is surely a lawsuit waiting to happen. So before the writ is served, get stuck into the delightfully – and here’s a word I usually try to avoid – heartfelt songs in their canon. Mmm, jangly.

Shells: Crushingly Gentle

Here in ANBAD Towers, we have nothing better to do with our time, and so we’re endlessly debating the pros and cons of home-made, laptop-derived music.

On one hand, having a Complete Recording Solution at your fingertips is wonderful, freeing artists from the shackles of a physical studio; and on the other, it has produced a slew of anonymous musical dirge from anonymous, lazy knob-twiddlers.

The true beauty in music made this way is, in fact, tied up in both of these extremes. The anonymity is a result of recording music in your own space – your own bedroom, garage, spare room – and so the music becomes pure, diluted escapism.

Thus, Shells‘ music is what made its creator, Khalid Rafique, happy at the time. This in turn makes me happy, because a song like Pastels is so deft in its depiction of the beautiful environs it creates that time drags and stumbles as the song plays.

Pastels is so soft, calm and crushingly gentle that it ought to be available on prescription for people with anger management issues. It’s cunningly composed, with attention and guile – tiny loops of lovely sounds creep in and scuttle away before you’ve fully admired them.

It’s a cliché to say that music which has a bit of echo and reverb is ‘dreamlike’ – and incorrect too, as the last dream I can remember was entirely echo-free and involved David Hasselhoff howling at the moon, and he is conspicuous by his (allegedly) lupine absence in Shells’ music.

But dreams are present in Shells’ songs – the kind of dreams that only lovely music can lend shape, colour and form too. And when we listen to those songs, we can form our own. Trippy, man.

MORE: shells.bandcamp.com

MIDWEEK MIXTAPE // 2nd March 2011

Hate them or simply loathe them, Liam Gallagher’s Beady Eye can’t help but gain plaudits for their fully committed attempt to recreate every element of the Beatles’ career.

Well, everything except the music, obviously. Every single Beady Eye song is exactly the kind of plodding pub-rock you’d write if  a gun was held to your head and were told that you had two minutes to write a three-minute rock song.

One of their songs is called Beatles and Stones. I mean, really. Perhaps, as Louis Barabbas of The Bedlam Six suggested, they ought to be called Lazy Eye.

Drebin looks as confused as I am by all of this, so before he gives the album a spin, get stuck into this Mixtape, sharpish:

FIRST! Jordan Bolton makes the kind of music that makes me feel directly connected to his cerebral cortex, because his sweetly building songs like Lull sound like they’re being recorded live in the next room. Winsome and warm. Good stuff.

SECOND! Left Step Band are impossible to dislike. How’s that for an opening line? Of course, it doesn’t mean you’ll like them, just not dislike them. But their songs are so bouncy, up-front and full of life that you’ll probably be won over pretty much instantly.

THIRD! A Clean Kitchen Is A Happy Kitchen are living, breathing lifestyle advice as much as they are deliberately obtuse noise-rock craftsmen. That said, try doing a little light cleaning to the sound of this happy racket:

FOURTH! Cornelia has managed to perform the rarest of tricks: making the radio-friendly pop song clearly designed to be sung by hyper 12-year old girls and yet is still quirky enough to entertain the more choosy types who would faint at the idea of humming along to Miley Cyrus. Smart.

FINALLY! Funnily enough, Raised By Tigers were actually brought up by an altruistic pride of lions. But that didn’t stop them from making clobbering, widescreen Indie songs, presumably whilst stalking zebras and gorging on raw meat.