Three Decades after London fell, the airwaves in the cavernous neath were thin and empty and silent. This all changed when a creatively derranged citizen of the Neath took it upon himself to change all that. Funded by Never-cold brass periously borrowed from the Brass Embassy he purchased a pair of phonographs and enough wirless telegraphy aparratus to build his dream. Few know the exact location of the commodore's hidden parlor, but from somewhere in the city his pirate signal broadcasts tirelessly. He endeavours to deliver only the finest in recorded sounds to his fellow the citizens of the Fifth city. *** Tune us in: http://blip.fm/CommodoreCreazil Follow on twitter: http://twitter.com/CreazilRadioEBZ Audition our recorded mixes:: http://www.mixcloud.com/CommodoreCreazil/ Join us down in Fallen London: http://echobazaar.failbettergames.com

In response to the Finders Keepers/Twisted Nerve/Bird/Battered Ormnaments stock loss in the PIAS warehouse fires caused by rioting on August 8th a few of our close label mates have come together to compile some of their favourite moments from the Finders Keepers family discography. A series of limited edition CD and MP3 compilations curated by the likes of Jarvis Cocker, Demdike Stare, David Holmes and Gruff Rhys including some exclusive and unreleased tracks, are now ready to order directly from the website and like minded retailers in a bid to ease us back onto our feet releasing phantastic obscure and obsolete music as soon as possible.

I like music made by artists who live in their own weird little worlds. I like: spectral folk, murderous americana, doom balladry, dustbowl country, fin de siecle cabaret...

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Henry David Thoreau "You fucking broke my sitar, motherfucker!" - Anton Alfred Newcombe

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When he sings, he makes me melt like a popsicle on the fourth of july.

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“I had the misfortune to be nourished by the dreams and visions of great Americans—the poets and seers. Some other breed of man has won out. This world which is in the making fills me with dread. I have seen it germinate; I can read it like a blue-print. It is not a world I want to live in. It is a world suited for monomaniacs obsessed with the idea of progress—a false progress, a progress which stinks. It is a world cluttered with useless objects which men and women, in order to be exploited and degraded, are taught to regard as useful. The dreamer whose dreams are non-utilitarian has no place in this world. Whatever does not lend itself to being bought and sold, whether in the realm of things, ideas, principles, dreams or hopes, is debarred. In this world the poet is anathema, the thinker a fool, the artist an escapist, the man of vision a criminal.” Henry Miller Member of the Wasted Time Appreciation Circle: http://8tracks.com/w_t_a_c_

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Future mediator between you and your robot overlords.

Hi. My name is Robin. I like music.