I can�t relate to the world enough how much respect I hold for this guy in Sid � THE man when it comes to gleaming advice for breaking into the underground music and poetry scene. He�s helped me no-end, and countless others. Once the guitarist in subculture pop-punk heroes Inter who came to an abrupt demise in 2001, he�s now playing in the Aldershot-based Wherewithal band, all the while writing his wicked �popart� fanzine, organising & promoting gigs there at da West End Centre and releasing a series of vinyl-only, punk-inspired compilation albums. Oh, and in his spare-time he�s a poet who deserves to be listened to, and a good friend to the equally-as-talented Colin Cross. Similar to Steve Juxta (AKA myself!) in his ways, here he�s set three short poems in a squalid lo-fi mould, with �Part One, Part Two� pasting his robotic, surreally-effected words over murky guitar and a be-bop beat. Produced at home on his 4-track recorder, �Surrealism Begins At Wasp� is yet darker and more sinister via its effective use of a church organised melody and vocal echo, so while much of the actual poetry remains indecipherable, a menacingly involving atmosphere pervades and draws you startlingly into my fave track, �Suddenly.� I frantically dived for my phone, but it was the clever ring-tone intro that threw me, as Sid tell of his distaste for drink and all those people who worship it with broody Mogwai-buffered beauty. This short-but-neat selection is bit of a one-off and recordable by prior arrangement only from the master himself, but Sir Stovold says he�s in the mood for making more so wait with baited breath y�all. And if not for his poetic interludes, get in touch with this guy for a whole host of invaluable �underground� contacts should they so be desired. (STEVE RUDD)
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