#appendix out

I haven't listened to this band in many years, since my Alasdair Roberts fixation, until I got a good deal on this disc the other day. It is startling to compare the masterful assuredness and polished aspect of his later solo albums with this earlier, spindlier effort. I have often thought of the AO/AR continuum as a sort of Scottish mirror to the Will Oldham/Palace/Bonnie "Prince" Billy one, both starting out with raggedy band identities and evolving into a much more stately and refined vision; a neat album but not gonna get listened to again before any of the above-mentioned AR albums.

Seagulls, Belts from Appendix Out’s The Rye Bears a Poison, and latterly from Alasdair’s The Songs of My Boyhood. Recorded for Backseat Mafia, as explained here.

The Songs of My Boyhood by Alasdair Roberts

If you enjoy the performance, please donate. At the time of writing they are £650 short of the £5,000 target

Cripes, a performance from twenty years ago, featuring a 22-year-old Alasdair playing solo in Chicago.

I hope this is accurate - I heard it from Alasdair himself, after a drink and during another drink - but I believe the EP only came about because Alasdair was grounded in the USA in the air travel moratorium that followed 9/11.

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