The Last Beat with Dick McBride

At 79, Dick McBride has lived long enough to realise he is no longer young but young enough to know he will never be truly old. Rather than the Last Beat Poet, he prefers to be known as the only maverick poet.

Matthew Devenish, Ian Jenkins (Celluloid) and Usama Dafaalla have a long way to go before McBride catches up with them. Join us in the experience of a lifetime.

Wild and sometimes happy or sweetly surreal - words and music - the happening creates a sound seldom heard, if ever. Not jazz, not rock and roll, not punk or whatever - more like the explosion of the sun sinking into a big black hole, glowing like the birth of a rose. Then when you think you've heard everything you realise it hasn't even started. Hold on to your hats, ladies and gentlemen, here we come. And if there's time we can talk about the good times gone, reminisce about what is yet to come. Words and sound sometimes joined, sometimes separated by adlib, solo stories and dreams, tall tales and outright lies.

Happy days are here again - they never really left. It's showtime, folks!

The Beat goes on.

When Summer Comes

Vacancy

Spiders

Metronome

The Ballad Of Wheat

Celluloid is not a collaboration but a collision of visions - but one that has been slowed down before impact. That in essence, is the Celluloid sound - you know you're about to be torn apart but you can't help thinking how beautiful those shards of glass are before they strike.
They are one of those few bands who seem to have discovered that hallowed ground where accessible and experimental music co-exist. Eminently listenable, killer hooks and post-rock overtones are embedded into unsettling electronica soundscapes and at the heart of it all are deeply personal human songs full of pain and wonder.