This is the back cover of our 45. It looks even better in your hands. On Goner Records Distro in the US. Click the picture to get it for yourself.  Also available overseas in The Netherlands, Germany, Czech Republic and Spain.   Love, The Glow

This is the back cover of our 45. It looks even better in your hands. On Goner Records Distro in the US. Click the picture to get it for yourself.  Also available overseas in The Netherlands, Germany, Czech Republic and Spain.   Love, The Glow

This is from the decadent Mandate of Heaven Birthday Party show we did Williamsburg, Brooklyn NY.  This was a really dreamy nite. 
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Another way to get the good on what is really going on with The Glow

Sounds like this Brooklyn trio (or perhaps duet?) have never heard or at least haven’t retained any punk or rock for that matter of the last 35 years. A pristine palette – juvenile without the instrumental ineptitude. Total musical naivete in its simplicity. For example, I love how half-assed the whistling on “That Kind of Feeling” is, and that they included it anyways. Fits to a tee The Glow’s bizarre brand of lo-fi soul characterized by refreshingly reduced Dictators-esque riffs and vocal arrangement cues taken from 13th Floor Elevators as in the verse of “Rock n Roll” – very “Don’t Fall Down”-ish, rolled in some R&B batter if you ask me. And you did ask me, no? I stand by those comparisons, as much as it pains me to say this slab of often annoying vocal forks-in-the-face, kind of cool but begging a simultaneous what-the-fuck-is-this head scratch, sounds by any stretch like anything that came out of Handsome Dick’s mouth, the abyss of Roky’s cerebellum or, for that matter, the bowels of Tommy Hall’s electric jug. It’s not even derivative as much as it merely hits a streak of good luck in the unintentional cherry-picking of the ,recognizable and very good, aspects of said groups – all portrayed in a very childlike way. Very simple and very pure and very fucking weird. (BG) TERMINAL BOREDOM FALL REVIEW 2008-

Sounds like this Brooklyn trio (or perhaps duet?) have never heard or at least haven’t retained any punk or rock for that matter of the last 35 years. A pristine palette – juvenile without the instrumental ineptitude. Total musical naivete in its simplicity. For example, I love how half-assed the whistling on “That Kind of Feeling” is, and that they included it anyways. Fits to a tee The Glow’s bizarre brand of lo-fi soul characterized by refreshingly reduced Dictators-esque riffs and vocal arrangement cues taken from 13th Floor Elevators as in the verse of “Rock n Roll” – very “Don’t Fall Down”-ish, rolled in some R&B batter if you ask me. And you did ask me, no? I stand by those comparisons, as much as it pains me to say this slab of often annoying vocal forks-in-the-face, kind of cool but begging a simultaneous what-the-fuck-is-this head scratch, sounds by any stretch like anything that came out of Handsome Dick’s mouth, the abyss of Roky’s cerebellum or, for that matter, the bowels of Tommy Hall’s electric jug. It’s not even derivative as much as it merely hits a streak of good luck in the unintentional cherry-picking of the ,recognizable and very good, aspects of said groups – all portrayed in a very childlike way. Very simple and very pure and very fucking weird. (BG)
TERMINAL BOREDOM FALL REVIEW 2008-

Review from indie label “A Fistful of Records”

Always wondered what the new breed of cosmic children sounds like? The Glow - consisting of Simon and Nakia Black from Bedford-Stuyvesant, NYC- give you a glimpse. The Glow mould influences like The Seeds, Arthur Lee’s Love, and Buffallo Springfield into a hectic 21st century mix of weird, trippy garage / rocknroll, which makes them really something else. It’s like Nick Lowe sang in that defiant late 70’s no-punk anthem: ‘What’s so funny about love, peace and understanding ???’

http://www.afistfulofrecords.nl/html/release_11.html

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We present to you ‘Rock n Roll’.  Here is one of the songs from our 45 released in the Netherlands by A Fistful of Records.

Check it out and let us know what you think.  We are just reeling these out now because  soon we shall have lots of new demos recorded with our new compadres on organ and drums.

Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart. If we could just remember this, I think there would be a lot more compassion and tolerance in the world.
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Hello…Is this thing on??

Hello…Is this thing on??

A short story by Oscar Wilde ‘The Devoted Friend’

THE GLOW declares you to love yourself!!!

This is what i (Simon and Nakia) feel like happens alot when you bend over backwards to please a society or some sort of authority figure that has a seeming material advantage over you and they want back from you much more than they are giving when in actuality it is they who need you, i.e. the corporations and bullshit jobs that muck you up and around and say you should be grateful since they are paying you minimum wage or whatever wage, no price is worth the happiness of knowing you are treating yourself fairly and/by doing what you should be doing (what you love) and giving any service you have to offer with love and selflessness and a worldly wisdom not because you are obligated due to the survival that seems to be only offered by those who seem to have financial and material opportunities to offer, i.e. corporations, jobs, landlords, so-called friends, parents, pseuido-philanthropists etc when in actuality if you don’t stand up for yourselves and listen to your heart instead of layed out moral codes of conduct, you too will be left for dead in the cold on a long dark road to please the unpleasable.

PLEASE TAKE THE PLEASURE TO READ THE ENTIRE STORY TOLD IN THE WAY THAT ONLY OSCAR WILDE COULD

Title:     The Devoted Friend
Author: Oscar Wilde [More Titles by Wilde]

One morning the old Water-rat put his head out of his hole. He had bright beady eyes and stiff grey whiskers and his tail was like a long bit of black india-rubber. The little ducks were swimming about in the pond, looking just like a lot of yellow canaries, and their mother, who was pure white with real red legs, was trying to teach them how to stand on their heads in the water.

“You will never be in the best society unless you can stand on your heads,” she kept saying to them; and every now and then she showed them how it was done. But the little ducks paid no attention to her. They were so young that they did not know what an advantage it is to be in society at all.

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This is us at a Birthday Party for Mandate of Heaven in Williamsburg, BK.  We had a great time and so did the folks.

This is us at a Birthday Party for Mandate of Heaven in Williamsburg, BK.  We had a great time and so did the folks.

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This is the title song of our 45 released in the Netherlands by Fistful of Records.

Here is Anthem no. 1