Lazy Summer Compiled by Chris Coco (2010)

4th August 2010

[description]Lazy Summer – A compilation by Chris Coco – out now on Cool D:Vision Records. What to play for this oh so special day? Well, if it’s that lazy summer feeling, that time stretching, super relaxing, everything is fine feeling that you are after, then the choice is simple. [/description]




Acoustic Chill – Compiled by Chris Coco (2009)

3rd August 2010

[description]Compiled by Chris Coco – relax and chill.[/description]



Sunday Service

2nd August 2010

The beginning of August is sweaty and steamy and overcast, aircon weather, jittery flying ant days. I’m taking the Overgroud, over the river and way out west, for a rehearsal for Mavis in East Acton. The show is next Sunday and I am as nervous as those ants, suddenly sprouting wings and learning to fly.

A little lost in the trading estate I am looking for signs to get me there.

Do I take the stairs and go through door 10D for Pleasure?

Or stay outside with the angels?

Feel Free Live Good – Out Now

2nd August 2010

Feel Free Live Good is the new album from Chris Coco, out now on Big Chill Recordings.

Get your CD from Rough Trade shops

Here is his presentation of the key tracks from the new release.


Chris Coco – Feel Free Live Good Chris Coco – Summertime Chris Coco – My Beach House Chris Coco – Butterfly Heart Chris Coco – 8808 Chris Coco – Anonymiser Chris Coco – City Knows Your Name Chris Coco – Washing Machine Chris Coco – Fizz Chris Coco – Beards Of Paradise Chris Coco – Riviera Chris Coco – Fragile Beauty

Field Day

31st July 2010

A little field can grow good corn says the screen print art slogan on the twirly washing line in the village fete field. East London’s coolest boys and girls sit on bails of hay in their colourful plastic shades and short jeans, discussing the day’s timetable and whether to enter the boys vs girls tug of war or go for a cup cake and a cup of tea in the Independent tent.

This is Field Day, a day festival in a park, not a field, with enough nerdy twiddles and thoughtful young men to fill a trainspotter’s little red book to overflowing.

Actually, the crowd in Victoria Park are less nerdy than expected, the sun is out, intermittently, the shades are on and the day ahead looks fabulous so most crack open a can, spark up and get on with the traditional festival pursuits of wandering from one big to tent to another in search of the next thrill, phoning mates to find out if they are having a better time than you and taking pictures of each other making shapes with that distinctive photo face that only ever comes out when there’s a lens pointed at it.

On to the music and the highlights for me were, in order of strength of emotional impact:

Atlas Sound in the Adventures In The Beetroot Field tent, one man, a guitar and a box of pedals making an extraordinary sound with delay and layers of beats and vocals. He’s long and gangly and incredibly geeky but the voice is beautiful and the looped vocals hit home – what do you want to be when you grow up?

Caribou, on the main stage, perhaps not as powerful as expected, losing the impact of the album by playing with a quite traditional live line-up, drum, bass, guitar, keyboards; a little lost in the bright sunlight on the big stage without a band front man to take the focus of all those eyes; but redeemed by a stellar version of Sun, surely the tune of the summer.

Phoenix, on the main stage, so tight, so tuneful, a proper band for a festival, being brave and playing everything from the last album.

The Fall, Mark E Smith owning the stage, with total disdain for the audience and his band, turning down the guitarist half way through a song, looking like the scary, angry old man he has always sounded like, he’s still got that edgy energy and twisted verve that characterised music of the late 70s, and so much character and personality. Love them or hate them The Fall are unmistakable, the dude is a legend and it’s great to have seen an incarnation of his band. Silver Apples, one man and some crazy synths, like some crackpot professor doing karaoke in a parallel universe, it’s crazy and compelling.

Ramadanman on the main stage, even though he was too quiet and hidden in the corner.

And some boys with hoodies and laptops and some others with decks, arms aloft, doing what DJs do. Some we’re good, some not so good. Many hard to distinguish without a programme to hand. Overall though, the Field Day was a real winner, sun, dust, great music, friendly folk; I’ll definitely be doing this one again.