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ashley reaks

Dark pop

About Me

I reluctantly left my mum’s womb on a cold winter’s evening in 1966 in Harrogate, a small town in North Yorkshire in England.I attended prep school where I excelled at Latin and was a promising cricketer.From a young age I began to spend a lot of time imagining I was someone else.In 1978 I went to the local all-boys public school, which was to play a crucial part in my lack of emotional developmentI fell in love with the ‘Do-It-Yourself’ ethos of punk rock , and began to make art and music without any semblance of ability.I found my spiritual home in The Ramones’ world of cretins, geeks, weirdos and pinheads.I borrowed my dad’s bass guitar and formed a band, appropriately called 'No Reality'.I got an admirable 0% in my art exam for ignoring the set questions and tracing the sleeve of the first Ruts album instead.Left school at 16 and practiced being socially inept.Moved to London.Made a valiant attempt at normality, wearing a tie and working for the Civil Service.In 1990 I returned to Harrogate just in time to suffer a breakdown.Whilst convalescing I wrote songs and made collages.I sent my bank manager some of my dark poetry He took me to court.The early part of the 90's was taken up listening to Steely Dan, sleeping, skinning up, playing gigs, eating, breakdancing and talking to Schmen, my cat.In 1994 I somehow ended up joining Francis Dunnery on tour, playing acoustic guitar and performing my surreal poetry to bemused audiences across the world, culminating in a live album 'One Night in Sauchiehall Street'.Spurred on by a short-lived belief in my abilities I formed dark-pop band YY28's , signed a major record deal and thought I could be the new Elvis.One year and one album late we lost the record deal. I returned to Yorkshire to hibernate, get depressed, listen to dub and Steve Reich and mutated into the chief mollusc .There then followed a frenzy of creativity. I produced over 100 collages, which I subsequently dumped at the tip for no apparent reason, I recorded and toured a collection of dark poetry, comic songs and primal noises, ominously called itchy circus odour . At this time I was often to be found performing on various stages in the UK wearing a sheeps mask and making moaning noises. In an attempt to re-capture the innocence of childhood I got together with some old musician friends in 2003 to record Children Rule! , an album of melodic and melancholy pop songs. I run an alternative open mic night in Harrogate called Click Clack and have recently recorded a new album of sprawling poetry/comedy/death rattles called A Conglomeration Of Jockstraps . For more please see www.ashleyreaks.com I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)

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Member Since: 12/29/2005
Band Website: ashleyreaks.com
Band Members: on these songs...me, Rob Bentley, Thom Bentley, Simon Cooper, Lucy Mizen, Ian Peak, Rachel Goodwin, Victoria Dalgleish, Liz Woolnough, Mark Woolnough (I think that's it)...
Influences: Nick Cave, The Ruts, Prefab Sprout, The Stranglers, Joni Mitchell, Magazine, The Ramones, Bob Dylan, John Shuttleworth, Sex Pistols, Marvin Gaye, Steve Reich, Captain Beefheart, Steely Dan, The Clash, Paul Simon, Velvet Underground, The Beatles, SLF, John Lennon, Del Amitri, The Cure, PIL, The Jam, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Joy Division, Lou Reed, Ivor Cutler, Nick Drake, Gang of Four, The Beatles, Killing Joke, Sisters of Mercy...
Sounds Like: My new dark comedy/poetry album 'A Conglomeration Of Jockstraps' is available now for £5 inc p&p by clicking on the album sleeve below or by messaging me...

Type of Label: None

My Blog

Click Clack Alternative Open Mic

Every Monday I'm hosting an alternative open mic night called Click Clack. It takes place at The Iron Duke, Cold Bath Road, Harrogate, HG2 0NA Entry is FREE and sign-up for performers starts around 8....
Posted by ashley reaks on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 10:26:00 PST

Poetry....

Iceman of the sheep   A man in a coffin is nestling in the hills beside my bed. His skin dangles across a mourner's honeymoon. He sings playfully like an eerie splash box. He looks like a ...
Posted by ashley reaks on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 05:02:00 PST