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July 30 Let's blow this fascist popsicle stand!Hello everyone,
If you're wondering why I've not been posting much as of late, it's because I'm moving to sexier, sunnier climes (Blogger) and I'm currently readying the new page for launch, so to speak. As soon as it is ready, I'll make an announcement on here and then start posting over there.
Speak to you all soon,
JMx
Update: The new blog is live.
Update yer bookmarks, blogrolls, whatever. Sharpen yer knives too, if you so wish.
Goodbye cruel MSN!!! July 24 "What's in it for me? Find an allegory."Hi kids!
It's the start of a new week on Yer Mam!, so you know what that means. Yup, it means we're going to take a look at the many singular delights that got born and stuff today. In other words, here's what we think of today's new singles...
SINGLE OF THE WEEK
THE KNIFE - WE SHARE OUR MOTHER'S HEALTH (Brille/Rabid)
![]() Although it feels as old as the hills now (music moves so fast these days) 'We Share Our Mother's Health' is still the bollocks. It still pings its way around your skull for its duration and no matter how many times I hear that it's Olaf who does the super-deep bassy vocal ("Say you like iiiiiiit, say you need iiiiiiiiit when you don't"), I still want to believe that it's actually Karin's voice treated to the point where she sounds like Cutty Ranks. Superb stuff bolstered by the usually classy remixes, this time from Trentemoller, who does his typical stretch-out/build/breakdown/fireworks schtick to dazzling effect, and Matt Edwards in his Radioslave guise who gives the track a down-and-dirty, skittering vibe that manages to be almost as menacing as the original, but with the pop edge toned down. Whizzer!
Watch the video. There's worse ways to spend four minutes.
CHRISTINA AGUILERA - AIN'T NO OTHER MAN (BMG)
Ran The Knife close for the title of this week's top dog (that's no way to refer to our Xtina), this is by no means a major deviation from the Aguilera blueprint, but with the added class of DJ Premier behind the boards, bringing the parping horns and the fat beats and also, it seems, telling Chrissy to, y'know, just reign in the warbling a little. Fonkee!
BONNIE "PRINCE" BILLY - CURSED SLEEP (Domino)
Heralding the third album from Will Oldham in two years, 'Cursed Sleep' bodes well for The Letting Go as I can actually envisage this getting some radio play. The fragile voice is present and correct and the pervy/murderous lyrics, but there's an immediacy of melody here that may surprise a few. Also, the usual rough edges have been sanded off and replaced by some strings that can only be described as 'luscious'.
FORWARD, RUSSIA! - EIGHTEEN (Dance To The Radio)
Inconsequential punk-funk shouty bollocks that, while it doesn't have much to recommend it, it's hard to even work up the ire to feel angry about its crapness. Yawn!
KASABIAN - EMPIRE (Columbia)
I haven't even heard this yet, but I bet it's shite. If their murdering of 'Heroes' for ITV's World Cup coverage was anything to go by, and it's on the b-side here, they've gotten even worse than they were last time around.
SNOW PATROL - CHASING CARS (Polydor)
The natural reaction when faced with the whey-faced torpor of Snow Patrol for most hacks is to treat them with the contempt that they deserve. I'm going to buck that trend and give them more contempt than they probably deserve. This is trad, po-faced, miserable, stadium-rocking, cynical and has about as much emotional depth as a fucking postage stamp. Actually, no, because a postage stamp may remind you of a loved-one who has moved to sunnier climes or something. No, this is as affecting as staring into a bucket full of giraffe shit for seven hours on end. The fact that Gary Lightbody is one of the most self-absorbed fuckfaces in indie is one of music's best-kept secrets. In fact, there was a propaganda piece in The Mirror just the other day about how he is "The nicest guy in rock", when there are many, many more valid stories to the contrary. Just avoid, at all fucking costs.
THE STROKES - YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE (Rough Trade)
Finally, The Strokes get around to releasing one of the few highlights from the almost irredeemably shit First Impressions Of Earth album. It's all about the riff and the rim-tapping drums here, as The Strokes summon up both Blondie and (cough) Queen, but they manage to make a tune that's better than that sounds. Point deducted for the cacky video featuring three major music video no-nos; white denim, submerging the band in water (exception to the rule - 'No Surprises') and wilful, water-based destruction of some pretty decent equipment. For shame.
TEKI LATEX - DISCO DANCE WITH YOU (Virgin France)
Perfectly summery, unabashedly retro (80s soul) CHOON!!! from TTC rapper, Teki Latex. On import for now, expect it to get a big release over here around October time when it sounds completely out of sync with the weather and therefore, better.
That's yer lot for this week,
JMx July 23 "Step up and get you a slice"Hello there!
This is just a little stopgap entry really. I wholly intended to finally get that review of TV On The Radio's new rekkid down tonight, but I realised earlier that I must have left it in work on Friday. So, again, it'll have to wait.
In its stead is a little on a couple of other albums that have been burrowing their way into my brain as of late...
![]() Rhymefest's debut album, after years of due-paying on the underground mixtape and battle circuit, comes with very little fanfare. So far, he's probably best known as Kanye West's mate (he co-wrote 'Jesus Walks' and West does a little producing here), but he's definitely doing his best to strike out on his own, despite the similarities sometimes being quite glaring ('Fever' could have easily been on Late Registration). 'Fest's schtick is to be a working-class hero, if you hadn't guessed by the nailing-your-colours-to-the-mast style title. It's one that fits him well, too, even if he negates it from time to time by letting the bling get the better of him.
I'll leave the analysis there, as I'm sure that it won't be the last time I mention Blue Collar on this blog. So far, along with Mr Lif's Mo' Mega, Ghostface's Fishscale and, for different reasons entirely, Cam'ron's Killa Season, this is one of the most fascinating hip-hop records of 2006.
![]() Although it was released last year, I'm a newcomer to Idjut Boys' Press Play mix on Tirk, but it is fan-fucking-tastic! The whole space-disco thing is right up my street at the moment as it leads to some astonishing eclecticism from DJs and producers alike. Of course, I don't mean that the tag came first and the music came second, but there does seem to be a set of DJs/producers at the moment who are doing this kind of thing very well, Idjut Boys being just one of them. This mix takes in Lindstrom & Prins Thomas, Maurice Fulton (in the shape of tracks from Mu and Kathy Diamond) and even Etta James. Mix in a couple of genius covers of Cameo's 'Word Up' and War's 'Low Rider' and you've got a mix that's fun, freewheeling and funky. Just don't let me see you scratching that beard, mofo!
More tomorrow,
JMx
P.S. This is fantastic: Steely Dan are a little pissed off with Owen Wilson. July 22 Mixtape Ahoy!Right people, it's that time again. The time of the week when I cobble together some tunes that I've been listening to lately and give them to you, as if you were some object of my affection that I'm trying to woo. Woo yourself, bitches...
GIDDY UP! VOLUME FOUR
More next week,
JMx
P.S. If you want any individual tracks, drop me a line at norty.morty@gmail.com as usual. July 19 Opinion Purge!Hello there!
This is the first in an irregular series of mini-reviews of a few records that I want to write about, yet don't feel the need to do a major review of. Don't worry, there will still be the occasional flowery, windy, near-incomprehensible 'big' review of the odd record (TV On The Radio in the next couple of days, I promise) but these little posts will be more de rigeur than those. Okey-dokey, on with the show.
GIRL TALK - NIGHT RIPPER (Illegal Art)
![]() Where the fuck did this come from? Up until about a fortnight ago, I hadn't heard of Girl Talk, aka Greg Gillis, and got hold of Night Ripper completely on spec. An album composed entirely of samples of well-known classics, contemporary pop and obscure electro and Southern rap initially put me off, but after just one listen, I realised that there was something else at work here.
Night Ripper is smarter than your average mash-up, as Gillis collates and loops the recognisable and unrecognisable snippets to form a cohesive, if occasionally grating whole. It's not all great and some of the soundclashes are just that, clashing (you can lace that fuckawful lyric from 'My Humps' over something as unfuckwithable as Annie's 'Heartbeat' and it still sounds terrible), but as this is the musical equivalent of a quickfire sketch show, those that miss the mark are often soon replaced by something that really works.
When Night Ripper gets it right, it's absolutely invigorating. It takes a brilliantly diseased mind to have the bollocks to think that Phantom Planet's 'California' (the theme to The O.C.) would sound anything approaching aurally pleasing when rubbed up against 'Grindin'' by Clipse, but hey, guess what? It does. Also, anyone willing to piss off the Nirvana die-hards by cutting 'Scentless Apprentice' with a Young Jeezy vocal, before segueing neatly into Pharcyde's 'Passing Me By' has my vote. 2 Many DJs may have brought this way of cutting and pasting seemingly disparate elements to the masses, but Girl Talk may have surpassed even their achievements in the subgenre with this glorious mess of a party record. Winking and nudging at the listener has never sounded so good.
MSTRKRFT - THE LOOKS (Last Gang)
![]() MSTRKRFT are current blog darlings, that's for sure. Heck, I've even included them on the odd mixtape in the past and I must admit that I've enjoyed a few of their remixes, most notably the ones that they did for Metric and Panthers. That said, I just can't get into this record at all. Actually, no, that's not assertive enough. I really intensely dislike this record for reasons that I can mostly explain, but can't totally nail in a short review. I would give it the full gun, but I feel like I'd be giving them free publicity, albeit publicity of the bad kind.
The Looks sounds like a record by two metal fans who have heard each of the three Daft Punk albums once and thought, "Hey, that shit's cool. Some of it sounds almost like metal played with like electronic stuff and junk. Let's make a record like that!". But where's the subtlety? Where's the nuance? Where's the fookin' choons?! Guitars are manipulated and stretched until they scree and squall all over DOOF-DOOF-DOOF bullshit. In fact, I'm probably making that sound quite enjoyable to some of you out there, but trust me, there's not a shred of originality, intelligence, creativity or indeed enjoyment on this wretched thing.
I believe that NME have saw fit to lump them into the new 'scene' that they're trying to create, called New Rave (puh-lease!) alongside promising bands like Klaxons and Shitdisco. Please, don't be fooled by those corny old indie fux and seek out some decent electronic music like Booka Shade, Fuckpony, Villalobos, Bugz In The Attic, Isolee, Ellen Allien, Ada, anything but this.
Also, I thought I'd write a little on these two beauties, if only to close the book on them, for now at least.
THE PIPETTES - WE ARE THE PIPETTES (Memphis Industries)
![]() What can I say that I haven't already said? Well, I can say that I've had it for about two months now and I'm not bored yet. I think I've exhausted it as far as I'm not going to find anything new in it, but the songs are really that strong. Maybe I'm just crushing on the three of them, but my favourite song changes as often as my favourite Pipette (At the moment it's 'Why Did You Stay?' and Rose respectively).
Whether I'll still feel the same way come September is irrelevant as The Pipettes are now! Damned near-perfect.
LILY ALLEN - ALRIGHT STILL (Regal)
![]() Let's lead with the bad; that artwork is rank. Seriously, what the hell were Regal thinking?! Also, 'Take What You Take' is and always will be shit (why wasn't 'Cheryl Tweedy' on the album?). These two minor points aside, Alright, Still is nothing short of an unalloyed pop triumph. Lyrically sharp and acidic, without dipping into bitter, misanthropic realms and above all else, just perfectly shimmery pop music for summer days and beyond. Methinks La Allen's shelf-life may well surprise everyone.
JMx July 18 "What? I'm half kidding! What do you people want from me?"So, the Mercury's are out. As usual, it's a bit of a meh list, some deserved, some undeserved, some who? It's a list that, as always, will be more defined by what isn't there than what is. Here be the shortlist...
Arctic Monkeys - Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not (Deserved, if a bit on the obvious side)
Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan - Ballad Of The Broken Seas (It's a good album alright and it definitely deserves to be there, but isn't Mark Lanegan, like, American or something. Actually, a cursory Google check reveals that he was actually born in Chorley.)
Editors - The Back Room (Edith Bowman on the panel, by any chance? What? She is? CONFLICT OF INTEREST!!!)
Guillemots - Through The Window Pane (Deserved. Ambitious, sincere, perhaps a little on the worthy side, but it's a cracking album all the same.)
Richard Hawley - Coles Corner (Yay! Doesn't stand a chance of winning though.)
Hot Chip - The Warning (Fuck yeah! Possible outside chance of winning too.)
Muse - Black Holes And Revelations (Nah! As far as Muse albums go, it's a definite step in the right direction, but still has the usual Muse pitfalls of not having the tunes to match the bluster.)
Zoe Rahman - Melting Pot (Token jazz entry. Never heard of her.)
Lou Rhodes - The Beloved One (Ex-singer with trip-hop boremeisters, Lamb. Haven't heard the record and don't particularly want to. Why is this here?)
Scritti Politti - White Bread, Black Beer (Haven't heard it yet but has been getting good notices and Green Gartside's track record is kind of faultless. Another possible outside chance to win.)
Sway - This Is My Demo (Again, I am yet to hear the album, but from what I hear, it's not as good as people are making it out to be. Tokenism strikes again, but I can't see Sway pulling a Dizzee. Reviews suggest that this is no Boy In Da Corner.)
Thom Yorke - The Eraser (Again, this seems like a questionable choice. Aside from four or five good tracks, a couple of them really good, The Eraser is nothing more than yr average solo project record.)
Now, it would be a bit pointless me having this online soap box if I didn't preach once in a while, but there are some pretty glaring omissions. With this in mind, I took it upon myself to create an alternative shortlist of twelve records that haven't made the list for one reason or another.
Lily Allen - Alright, Still (Whaaaaaaaaat?! No Lily, no credibility.)
Belle & Sebastian - The Life Pursuit (Once preciously twee cottage indie-stry make bright, sunshine pop album with aspirations towards chart-topping. Thought it would have been a shoe-in.)
Bugz In The Attic - Back In The Dog House (I think this may be too late (it's released on Monday), so maybe next year. If it was submitted though, I'm completely gobsmacked that it hasn't made the shortlist.)
Vashti Bunyan - Lookaftering (Reclusive folkstress comes out of hiding to make first record in thirty-seven years and it's very good indeed. Thought this would have made the list.)
Burial - Burial (Young production whiz-kid single-handedly defines micro-genre. Dubstep's Blue Lines misses out because Hyperdub didn't enter it. D'oh!)
Nathan Fake - Drowning In A Sea Of Love (Another that was overlooked due to the record label not submitting it. Shame on you, Border Community.)
Field Music - Field Music (Brilliantly left-of-centre pop. A bit off-the-radar maybe, but then so's Zoe Rahman.)
The Futureheads - News And Tributes (Okay, so the crits were a little cool on it and it isn't as good as the debut, but it shows growth and it's a lot better than the Editors record.)
My Latest Novel - Wolves (Massively impressive debut by soon-to-be orchestral-indie godheads. Missed a chance there, Mercury.)
The Pipettes - We Are The Pipettes (Perfect girl-group pop. Probably wasn't 'real' enough for the panel. Tchah!) Plan B - Who Needs Actions When You've Got Words (It's not faultless, but I thought that this was the kind of thing that the panel would eat up. I guess there's only room for one 'urban' entry and that berth went to Sway.)
The Rakes - Capture/Release (Again, a better record than Editors. Probably a bit old to have had the right amount of careful consideration.)
Right, that's my two penn'orth. I'm off to stick a tenner on Hot Chip.
An appeal to all UK residents with a Sky subscription...
Pleas, please, please watch Adult Swim every night on Bravo. It's really good, you know. I've sang the praises of Aqua Teen Hunger Force on these pages in the past, but now we finally get the first chance since CNX folded to watch it right here, on this septic isle. Also, we get the wacked-out Robot Chicken, the nutty Sealab 2021, the loveable The Brak Show, the genius personified that is Space Ghost and my new favourite thing in the whole world, The Venture Bros.
Here's a picture of Brak...
![]() How can you say no to that face?!
Watch Adult Swim!!!
Peace,
JMx July 17 SWAP Festival @ Cathedral Gardens, Manchester (aka that bit of grass outside Urbis) 16.7.06![]() Yesterday, I went to the free SWAP (Song Writers and Performers - blechh) festival in Cathedral Gardens. Here's what I saw, in some kind of haphazard order.
I arrive at the just-crazy-enough-to-work free SWAP festival (premise: folk music for zero pence, although the folk tag is played with fast and loose) at around 3.30 pm (it started at 12 noon), to catch Liverpool acoustic duo, Alterkicks. Think Turin Brakes with a criminal record (cheap shot, I know, but those Scousers are so easy to wind up). If Alterkicks were a colour, they would be beige. That's not to say that beige isn't a nice colour, you just wouldn't want to wear it everyday. I recognise one of the songs, but am too perturbed by the chewing gum stuck to my arse to think on it for too long.
There's a guy sat in front of us with a big mass of tight blond curls that's crawling with flying ants and while I'd love to stare at it all day, The Research are on and I'd rather watch them. They've got some pretty nifty tunes, dealing in faintly twee oddpop. The singer wears a truckers cap and bashes the shit out of a knackered old casio while the two girls flanking him make up the rhythm section. They are hamstrung by him pretending to be a retard. Unless he is actually retarded. If he is then go, man, go, but the whole "We are going to play dis song. It's a good song but we don't play it vewwy well" schtick was kind of off-putting. 'C'mon Chameleon' rocks like a mother though.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sandi fricking Thom is on!!! Run for the hills!!! Or at least to the nearby Sinclair's Oyster Bar to partake in a cheap and cheerful cold beverage or two. It was the second one that made us miss Cherry Ghost, so I have nothing to say about them.
We get back into Cathedral Gardens just in time to get down the front and "shake what our mother's gave us" (courtesy of the Channel M continuity announcer who ignorantly blurted this out when introducing Alterkicks earlier in the day. It's a fucking folk concert, man! Unless our mothers gave us all tambourines then this doesn't really apply right now. I love you like a brother, man, but you're crazy!) to the all-out brilliance of Liam Frost & The Slowdown Family. I've spoke of my fondness for this Manc six-piece in the past, but this is the best I've seen them, despite it being a truncated set. It's a fiery and punchy performance, ending with the cathartic blast of 'The Mourners Of St. Paul's', by which time the ragged-trousered troubadour has won over doubters and made the small fanbase that he's accruing love him all the more. For me though, it's all about keyboardist, Sadie. That smile could melt the hardest heart.
I Am Kloot are boring. Sorry if you're a fan, but they are. Except for that song where they namecheck the Night & Day and a twinkly 'To You', for which they are joined by a tired and emotional Guy Garvey who seems more intent on feeling Jonny Bramwell up than actually singing, they bored me to tears.
Hopefully, this will be a yearly thing (the SWAP festival has actually been going for a while now, but this is the first time they've done a gratis outdoor thingy), but next time, please, ditch Channel M and let's have some proper folk, eh? Some hippy-dippy Fairport Convention, fol-de-rol bullshit. I suggest Lavender Diamond. That would be great. "Do you like ELO?"Hello you!
What gorgeous weather we're having here in dear old Blighty! If you're over in the States, the weather is a little more on the harsh side, so I believe. Well, I'm a little sunburnt after spending the most part of yesterday out in the blazing sunshine down at Cathedral Gardens for the SWAP festival (more of which later, in a separate entry), so break out the after-sun and let's take a look at this week's new release singles, of which there aren't many and what there is, ain't all that great, barring one standout.
SINGLE OF THE WEEK
GNARLS BARKLEY - SMILEY FACES (Wea)
![]() Damn near-perfect for these balmy days and nights, despite it's ubiquity, 'Smiley Faces' is definitely one of the standouts from the St. Elsewhere mega-seller. Cee-Lo brings the soul and Danger Mouse brings the undemanding, gospel-hued backing to create a great big ray of sunshine that should be able to breach the defences of the most cynical hearts. Breezy and addictive.
GRAHAM COXON - I CAN'T LOOK AT YOUR SKIN (Parlophone)
"'Cos it's doin' me in". Mr. Coxon turns back the clock to 1977 for another snotty punk rant that's as freewheeling and effortlessly narky as The Pistols were back then. Being a man out of time, the ex-Blur axeman will probably never enjoy the solo fame that he deserves. It's not eart-shattering, life-affirming stuff but there's a definite charm that most contemporary acts lack.
DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE - I WILL FOLLOW YOU INTO THE DARK (Atlantic)
Old whingey-bollocks, Ben Gibbard has, in spite of his eminent punchability, a bit of a knack for a tune when he wants to turn it on. This isn't quite up there with his best songs, but it's one of the highlights of last year's patchy, paunchy Plans album, nailing the po-faced sincerity thang pretty succinctly without it twanging your gag reflex. Serviceable.
THE FLAMING LIPS - THE W.A.N.D. (Warners)
Wayne gets his snarl on for one of the Lips' most apoplectic songs ever. It's all relative though, as this never reaches Henry Rollins levels of rage, even if Coyne does spit "motherfucker" at one point. Somewhere beneath all the loveable, fuzz-bass, psychedelic nonesense is a political polemic, wherein Coyne directs his ire at that sitting duck Bush. Easy target, but The Lips hit the bullseye, nonetheless.
FRANZ FERDINAND - ELEANOR PUT YOUR BOOTS ON (Domino)
It's nice, FF add a string to their bow bt showing that they can do tender ballads, but isn't it a bit old now? Also, Kapranos has one of the best voices in indie-rock, so what's with the Dylan-like affectations?
THE GOSSIP - LISTEN UP! (Back Yard)
We like The Gossip's Beth Ditto, because she shows that rock pin-ups don't have to be stick-thin (the bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin' and all that) and she can belt out a tune. 'Listen Up!' is lascivious punk-funk-soul that's backed by some hipster-ensnaring remixes from the likes of Tronik Youth, A Touch Of Class and Canuck one-trick-ponies, MSTRKRFT. Optimo's JD Twitch does the original the most favours by turning it into a clattering, dark and spooky disco-not-disco affair.
THE ORGAN - MEMORIZE THE CITY (Too Pure)
A springy, retro bassline makes sure that this one bounces along, despite the nonchalant vocals and shoegazey vibe. But, wait a minute, wasn't this released last year. I'm pretty sure it was. And here I was thinking that Too Pure would have been above re-releases! Steve Albini, hang your head in shame!
RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS - TELL ME BABY (Wea)
Warners offices - daytime: A brainstorming session for the new Red Hot Chili Peppers single...
Warners suit: How about you give us a run-through of 'Tell Me Baby' guys?
RHCP: (in unison) Sure!
They play the song.
RHCP: (in unison, still) Will that do?!
Warners suit: That was grrrrrrrreat, guys! Can you make the bass a little more zany, Flea?
Anthony Kiedis: I'm sure that won't be a problem. (glares at Flea. Flea looks at the floor and twists his foot like a naughty child.)
Warners suit: Oh, and Anthony? Can you make the lyrics a little more unintelligible? I'm pretty sure that I could understand what the hell you were going on about at one point there.
Flea: (pointing at Kiedis) Haha! You got told off! Ner-ner-ner-ner-nerrr!
Kiedis: (tears in his eyes) I did my best!
Warners suit: Well, I was just thinking that if you're going to carry on saying nothing at all, it won't do for people to actually hear the non-descript platitudes.
Chad Smith: What's a platitude?
Flea: It's a semi-aquatic mammal. One of the only ones that lay eggs, I think. They live in Australia.
Warners suit: Flea, put down your book! (Flea puts down his copy of The Ladybird Big Book Of Mammals.)
Kiedis: Okay, Mr. Big Executive Man. (thinks for a few seconds) How does this sound? "Hup-pup-duh-duh-buh-dada-ding-dong. Fut-fut-wazoo-malama-sing-song".
Warners suit: Yeah, something like that. Once more from the top, guys.
Chad Smith: Um, sir? Mr. Big Shot Warners Records Man? John's trying to inject Smarties into himself with a Sticklebrick again.
(Kiedis, Flea and Chad fall about laughing and high-fiving each other, while the Warners suit grabs Frusciante by the wrist and bends him over his lap before administering six of the best.)
FIN
THE RUSSIAN FUTURISTS - PAUL SIMON (MEMPHIS INDUSTRIES)
Wonky, large-hearted bedroom pop of the highest order. MI is really growing to be the finest purveyors of adult-pop in the UK. Add The Russian Futurists to their already impressive roster that counts The Go! Team, The Black Neon, The Pipettes and Field Music in their ranks and you've got one of the best labels in the country. Belter!
THE SLEEPY JACKSON - GOD LEAD YOUR SOUL (Virgin)
Luke Steele may wear his religious tendencies on his sleeve, but when he makes the kind of sweeping country-rock that was perfected in the '70s by the many bands of cocaine cowboys then all that stops being a problem. Sunkissed joy.
WOLFMOTHER - WOMAN (Island)
Rawk! Really there isn't much to recommend this as there is little difference between these guys and their compatriots, the insufferable Jet. One thing to recommend it is the sterling Avalanches remix. Good to hear from those guys again. Points deducted again for yet another fricking MSTRKRFT remix that sounds exactly like the last fricking MSTRKRFT remix. Get a new trick, ferfuckssake!
That's it for now,
JMx
July 15 Mixtape Ahoy!Right, it's mixtape time, kids! There wasn't one last week as I'd done a double the week before, but I reckon I've made up for that with this week's as it's packed with quality stuff. As per usual, if you are just looking for individual tracks, email me on norty.morty@gmail.com and I'll see what I can do.
GIDDY UP! VOLUME THREE
More next week, kids,
JMx
July 14 "The bite that binds, the gift that gives"Hello people!
A few things to get through tonight. First up, you may already have seen these, but I'm gonna put the links up anyway. TV On The Radio have made some promos for the new album and put them up on YouTube. For a band that takes its music pretty seriously, it's nice to know that they aren't all that po-faced when it comes to their image. Not that I think their music is po-faced, per se, quite the contrary. Read my review of Return To Cookie Mountain when I post it in the next few days.
Anyhoo, here commenceth the links for TVOTR's YouTube promos...
![]() I'm here to say that the debut album by The Young Knives is good. Really good. In comparison to most other upcoming Brit geetar-slingers in fact, Voices Of Animals And Men is very fucking good indeed. It's also a pretty diverse album, although The Young Knives' strengths lie in the XTC-inflected odd-pop that they've displayed in their singles so far, the strangely tender psych-folk of 'Tailors', the moody closer 'Tremblings And Trails' and the Stranglers-like 'In The Pink' all make a massive impression. Most of all though, it's an album packed with tunes. Tunes that I can't see wearing on me after around ten listens, too.
The Young Knives have staked their claim with a wildly impressive debut that marks them out as kindred spirits to the likes of The Futureheads and Super Furry Animals. Cracking stuff.
I've just read that whole thing back and it read like a press release. Gah! I must be tired.
Also, I'm reposting this for Shelley, because she asked, and also for anyone else who wants it.
Mixtape tomorrow and maybe, just maybe that TVOTR review. July 12 The Pipettes @ Manchester Late Room, 10th July, 2006![]() Currently polarising music fans left, right and centre, The Pipettes and their stylised brand of girl-group pop is either the biggest load of fakery this side of Cristiano Ronaldo or pop perfection to the nth degree, depending on who you speak to. In fact, on the night of the gig, a friend of mine who had recently pondered going to see them on spec, texted me with the epithet "Just heard The Pipettes. Wot are u on?!". You can't please all the people all the time, but are they just fooling some of the people some of the time?
Well, first we had to get through the (groan) support acts. But wait, they were both pretty decent. The Young Playthings are on first and they're, well, a bit on the superficial side too. Their London roots reveal the sham behind the put-on American accents and well-honed line in frat-rock, which means that they sound a little like the first Weezer album, only not quite as good, but fun all the same. The 1990s is the new group from The Yummy Fur's John McKeown and like that lot, The 1990s deal in peppy, glammy boogie-downs that lodge in your head from the first listen and get your toes tapping and all that good stuff. Watch them release some critically-acclaimed singles, followed by a so-so album, followed by a loyal but small fanbase doggedly hounding them for the next five years before they split up and become a minor footnote in early-21st century music history.
On to the main attraction then. I've not exactly hidden my love for Gwenno, Becki and Rose on these pages in the past, so you are probably thinking that I'd give a good review to a Pipettes show where they do Sandi Thom covers, dressed in potato sacks, but c'mon, give me some credit! I approach every gig I see with a completely objective mind, even when the subjects are three gorgeous popstrels with a hell of a knack for a tune.
So with that objectivity in mind, let me just say that there was one pretty big gripe about this show; I couldn't see them most of the time, due to The Late Room's low stage and me being a little on the short side. Other than this, The Pipettes were excellent. Pretty much everything you want from a gig. All killer, no filler, off after 35 minutes so they don't have a chance to outstay their welcome whilst leaving you wanting more and note and pitch-perfect renditions of songs you already know and love.
So there isn't much in the way of surprises when it comes to The Pipettes in a live setting, but the dance routines (when you can see them) and the between-song banter and demands for the crowd to dance make up for that. So, it's studied and hyperreal, but the lyrics are grounded in reality and songs as strong as 'Pull Shapes', 'It Hurts To See You Dance So Well' and 'Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me' don't really need any kind of authenticity certificate or seal of approval from the real rock brigade. You can argue about rockism versus popism all night but a good song is a good song is a good song. So who really gives a fuck if it's fake. Just get on the dancefloor and pull those shapes, lovies.
July 11 "They listen to teeth to learn how to quit."Hello you!
I've been away for about a week or so, haven't I? I apologise for getting a bit crap at this whole blogging thing, but I'm just not the kind of person who can churn out some opinionated bullshit or needless hyperbole every-fucking-day, y'know? I try to condense it down to a couple of days a week and spout forth all the bull and hype in one fell swoop!
Anyhoo, here is my pick of this week's singles. It's a bit of a bad bunch, so I just decided to pick a winner. There was only ever going to be one anyway.
SINGLE OF THE WEEK
CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH - THE SKIN OF MY YELLOW COUNTRY TEETH (Wichita)
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It hasn't really happened in a commercial sense as of yet for CYHSY and I can't see this limited, 7" only release redressing the balance in any way, but it really should do, as this is still as dynamic, refreshing and downright infectious as it was when we all first heard it last summer. That relentless 4/4, wheezy keys and Ounsworth's intriguingly obtuse, endearingly nasal (not an oxymoron, apparently) vocal add up to what should be soundtracking most right-thinking Britishers' summer. The fact that it won't should be reason enough for the indie kids to take to the streets and smash shit up in the name of good, ol'-fashioned indie-pop. Revolt, you fuckers!
Some sad news to report now. As you've probably heard by now, Syd Barrett has died at the age of 60, due to diabetes-related complications. I can't claim to being a huge Pink Floyd fan, in fact, I don't care for them in the slightest, but I can see the genius in the early stuff when Barrett was still with them. What is certain though, is that he had an interesting life, one that's been peppered with personal troubles and battles with his own talent. Rest in peace, you crazy diamond.
Perpetua, over at Fluxblog has done his own Barrett tribute.
Also, Broken Social Scene have decided to take a long-ass break, citing the pressures of touring, yada, yada, yada. Hey, aren't At The Drive-In still on 'indefinite hiatus'? I fear it may be the last we've seen of BSS, so let's enjoy them for now.
Broken Social Scene - Lover's Spit
Broken Social Scene - Major Label Debut (Fast)
Back later, maybe, with my review of last night's Pipettes gig in Manchester,
JMx July 05 "Never trust a big butt and a smile"Yay!
Mancs rejoice! Dpercussion is back on! Local fashion companies, Bench and Hooch have saved the free festival at the last minute. It's thought that the annual shindig on the cobbles may not be as big or have as many stages as in the past, but it should still be a fucking great day out. Promoters are also asking for a small donation of £2 from each punter, but this is a very small price to pay to see some excellent bands and DJs (including The Pipettes!) in what should be (here's hoping) blazing sunshine. So, if you're in the Manchester area on Saturday 5th August, get your drink on and your smoke on (if you're that way inclined) and head down to Castlefield ampitheatre. I'll be there, will you?
Back in March, I slagged Plannningtorock. I feel like I should apologise, as having now heard Janine Rostron's debut album Have It All and found it a fascinating and alluring listen, I totally take back what I said then. Jesus, I gave The Like the single of the week nod that day. I must have been feeling a little off-colour.
![]() Now that I've redressed that balance, let me go on the record as saying that this is equivocally not a "rare misfire from Chicks On Speed", but actually one of the best albums that they've released. Not easily pigeonholed and even harder to describe to people. It's pop music, Jim but not as we know it.
I'm keeping it brief today, so I'll leave you with a little something that has been, rather bizarrely stuck in my head for most of the day...
Back tomorrow,
JMx July 04 Mixtape Ahoy! (Again)Right, it's time for the second part of my summer mixtape/half-year round-up. Much the same as the first part that I posted yesterday, with four less tunes, but no less quality. Some old, some new and some of my favourites from the first six months of 2006. As usual, if you want any of the tunes just on their lonesome, drop me a line at norty.morty@gmail.com Dig in!
GIDDY UP! (SUMMER VERSION) PART 2
More good shit next week,
JMx July 03 Mixtape Ahoy!Hello everyone! I'm back after a few days off, with the first part of a two-part mixtape. Now that we're half way through the year, I thought I'd celebrate with a compilation of some old stuff, some new stuff and also some of my favourite tunes of 2006 thus far thrown in for good measure. As usual, I've uploaded it in two parts to Rapidshare, so if that doesn't work for you, or you just want a couple of the tunes, rather than the whole lot, e-mither me at norty.morty@gmail.com and I'll see what I can do.
GIDDY UP! (SUMMER VERSION) PART 1
Back tomorrow with part two,
Maybe,
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