Marezine (2024)

28/10/2024

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MAREZINE OCT 24’ taken at by fairy queen .maier 🧚🏼‍♀️

28/10/2024

~ ALL HALLOWS EVE ~

Be perfect, make it otherwise.
Yesterday is torn in shreds.
Lightning’s thousand sulfur eyes
Rip apart the breathing beds.
Hear bones crack and pulverize.
Doom creeps in on rubber treads.
Countless overwrought housewives,
Minds unraveling like threads,
Try lipstick shades to tranquilize
Fears of age and general dreads.
Sit tight, be perfect, swat the spies,
Don’t take faucets for fountainheads.
Drink tasty antidotes. Otherwise
You and the werewolf: newlyweds.

DOROTHEA TANNING (2011)

Artwork by Roberto Ferri

27/10/2024

ELENWEN | Marezine Oct’ 24 edition 🦋

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18/10/2024

* EXTRA TICKETS ADDED* Tonight with + plus 3 magical poets ✨

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16/10/2024

LESS THAN 10 TICKETS LEFT FOR FRIDAY …

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15/10/2024

⭐️ SOUNDCHECK & SET TIMES FOR FRIDAY ⭐️

::: SOUNDCHECK :::

4:30pm : Lola
5:15pm : Elenwen
6:30pm : Ain’t

::: SET TIMES :::

7pm : DOORS
7:30pm : Poets
8:15pm : Elenwen
9pm: Ain’t
10:15pm : Lola

See you there!

Marezine 🥀

Artwork - Maria Magdalena by Jusepe de Ribera (1623)

07/10/2024

Beyond thrilled to have join us next week at on Friday 18th October ❤️‍🔥 we are blown away by these photos by at their last show and had to share.

Shining through a black tinted-glass lens of ‘90s guitar music recalling the likes of The Breeders and Smashing Pumpkins, Ain’t takes the most nostalgic elements of post-punk, alt-rock and shoegaze from all corners of the globe and transmutes it into melodiously poetic, fearless and fresh soundscapes.

Tickets are flying as predicted so get there early to avoid disappointment!

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27/09/2024

‘Autumn’ ~ Herbert James Draper (1863-1920)

AUTUMN DAY

After the summer’s yield, Lord, it is time
to let your shadow lengthen on the sundials
and in the pastures let the rough winds fly.

As for the final fruits, coax them to roundness.
Direct on them two days of warmer light
to hale them golden toward their term, and harry
the last few drops of sweetness through the wine.

Whoever’s homeless now, will build no shelter;
who lives alone will live indefinitely so,
waking up to read a little, draft long letters,
and, along the city’s avenues,
fitfully wander, when the wild leaves loosen.

RAINER MARIA RILKE

18/09/2024

🧚🏼‍♀️ FRIDAY SET TIMES 🧚🏼‍♀️

::: SOUNDCHECK :::

4:30pm : Plutoz Beach
5:15pm : Sofia and the Antoinettes
7pm : Half Star

Parking is free on Jubilee Street from 5:30pm so just need to find a space to park.

::: SET TIMES :::

7pm : DOORS
7:30pm : Poets
8:15pm : Half Star
9pm: Sofia and the Antoinettes
10:15pm : Plutoz Beach

Marezine x

14/09/2024

🥂 NEXT FRIDAY 🥂 we return to for another night of merriment, jubilation and whimsy. is headlining so you already know it’s going be iconic. At this particular show at back in March we had quite a few people approaching us asking WHO she is, puzzled as to how she isn’t signed yet. Since then, Jazz’s latest single ‘Nobody Loves Me’ has pushed her into the spotlight. By no means a shrinking violet or anyone’s muse or marionette, Jazz is ready to take on the world.

Jazz has played the most shows with us in total and there’s a very good reason why. Also this is the first marezine headline so this is definitely a cause for celebration 🧜🏼‍♀️

Limited £6.50 tickets on dice. £10 OTD!

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05/09/2024

More gorgeous shots of .y by from our July anniversary show at 🌹

We can’t wait to return for another round in 2 weeks time at 💥 going to be another divine evening, so don’t miss out.

Link to tickets in our bio ❤️

27/08/2024

shot by .maier MAREZINE JUNE 24’ EDITION 7/6/24

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12/08/2024

‘And She Never Returned’ ~ Alfonso Simonetti (1840-1892)

THE NIGHT IS DARKENING ROUND ME

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.

Emily Brönte (1837)

21/07/2024

More .web magic ✨ we are still getting over the wonderful time we had at The Victoria! What was your favourite part of the night? 🧚🏼‍♀️

We return on the 20th September at our beloved 🧚🏻

Shots by

21/07/2024

The Rabbit Catcher

It was a place of force—
The wind gagging my mouth with my own blown hair,
Tearing off my voice, and the sea
Blinding me with its lights, the lives of the dead
Unreeling in it, spreading like oil.

I tasted the malignity of the gorse,
Its black spikes,
The extreme unction of its yellow candle-flowers.
They had an efficiency, a great beauty,
And were extravagant, like torture.

There was only one place to get to.
Simmering, perfumed,
The paths narrowed into the hollow.
And the snares almost effaced themselves—
Zeros, shutting on nothing,

Set close, like birth pangs.
The absence of shrieks
Made a hole in the hot day, a vacancy.
The glassy light was a clear wall,
The thickets quiet.

I felt a still busyness, an intent.
I felt hands round a tea mug, dull, blunt,
Ringing the white china.
How they awaited him, those little deaths!
They waited like sweethearts. They excited him.

And we, too, had a relationship—
Tight wires between us,
Pegs too deep to uproot, and a mind like a ring
Sliding shut on some quick thing,
The constriction killing me also.

SYLVIA PLATH (1962)

15/07/2024

SIENNA BO****LO live at Marezine July 24’ 🧜🏼‍♀️ Sienna always blows us away and Friday was no exception.

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13/07/2024

‘The Plaid Skirt’ ~ Richard E Miller (1875-1942)

SOLITUDE

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX (1883)

09/07/2024

for our 4th birthday party last Friday 💚 we think everyone needs to experience this for themselves, it’s mind blowing and we couldn’t stop ourselves from dancing along.

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09/07/2024

MERMAIDS

Once Mermaids mocked your ships
With wet and scarlet lips
And fish-dark difficult hips, Conquistador;
Then Ondines danced with Sirens on the shore,
Then from his cloudy stall, you heard the Kraken call,
And, mad with twisting flame, the Firedrake roar.
Such old-established Ladies
No mariner eyed askance,
But, coming on deck, would swivel his neck
To watch the darlings dance,
Or in the gulping dark of nights
Would cast his tranquil eyes
On singular kinds of Hermaphrodites
Without the least surprise.
Then portulano maps were scrolled
With compass-roses, green and gold,
That fired the stiff old Needle with their dyes
And wagged their petals over parchment skies.
Then seas were full of Dolphins’ fins,
Full of swept bones and flying Jinns,
Beaches were filled with Anthropophagi
And Antient Africa with Palanquins.
Then sailors, with a flaked and rice-pale flesh
Staring from maps in sweet and poisoned places,
Diced the old Skeleton afresh
In brigs no bigger than their moon-bunched faces.
Those well-known and respected Harpies
Dance no more on the shore to and fro;
All that has ended long ago;
Nor do they sing outside the captain’s porthole,
A proceeding fiercely reprehended
By the governors of the P. & O.
Nor do they tumble in the sponges of the moon For the benefit of tourists in the First Saloon,
Nor fork their foaming lily-fins below the side
On the ranges of the ale-clear tide.
And scientists now, with binocular-eyes,
Remark in a tone of complacent surprise:
“Those pisciform mammals—pure Spectres, I fear—
Must be Doctor Gerbrandus’s Mermaids, my dear!”
But before they can cause the philosopher trouble,
They are GONE like the cracking of a bubble.

KENNETH SLESSOR (1930)

Artwork by

08/07/2024

‘Maud Muller’ ~ George Elgar Hicks [1824-1914] (1882)

The Gypsy Woman

The Gypsy Woman
Lives on the moor,
She sleeps in a tent
With a curtained door.

Low is her dwelling
And hard her bed,
But the stars at night
Are a crown for her head.

Rough is her greeting
From all that’s human,
But the morning smiles
At the gypsy woman.

The wind is her harper
And brings from far
His songs of wooing
And shouts of war.

On the printed page
She need never look,
The changing sky
Is her Holy Book.

She knows not the call
Of church-bells ringing,
The falling rain
Makes sweeter singing.

And the voice of the lark
At morn and even
Is a key to open
The gate of heaven.

From: Songs Of Dreams by Ethel Clifford, Published by John Lane, The Bodley Head, 1903.

05/07/2024

🌺 TONIGHT 🌺

Also joining us once again for our very special 4th anniversary celebrations is the one and only Sienna Bo****lo of 🌹

Sienna has played for us before, however, she has recently been developing a truly sublime solo project alongside some familiar faces in London. We can’t wait for you to hear her new material ♥️ a word of warning, it is absolutely DIVINE.

Not many tickets left, go grab yours before they all go.

£7.50 ADV / £10 OTD

MAREZINE X

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05/07/2024

‘Ritual of the boar’ ~ Katie Whittle (est. 2020-2024)

Katie is a Liverpool based artist known for her strikingly coloured illustrations. Her work deals with themes of loss, death and life and often explores both the natural and the fantastical world. Katie’s keen interest in nature and biology play a huge part in the work she creates as well as her background in philosophy, these interests have resulted in Katie creating works such as her ‘Pidgeonary’ book (part of a series of nature zines) which not only plays with colours and traditional depictions of pigeons, but also encourages the reader to see these birds in a new light. Katie’s desire to raise awareness and portray subjects in an unusual light also spreads to her more fantastical works, often illustrations with darker fantasy elements with gothic influences, Katie tries to evoke messages and meaning through her art as well as the colour choices and compositions she uses.

Cited from Katie Whittle Illustration Online [Archive]

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