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Saturday, December 29, 2007
THE BEST ALBUMS OF 2007 : Part 1
Exactly what the title says. In no particular order. Well, in alphabetical order in fact, but no value judgements intended. Ok with that? Good!
No new Mountain Goats or Oneida or Comet Gain or Dead Meadow this year either, so things are pretty wide open to some extent… let’s go!
ANIMAL COLLECTIVE – STRAWBERRY JAM (Domino)
In the past, Animal Collective have always left me enthralled and frustrated in equal measure. That they are one of the most forward thinking (or at least sideways thinking) musical outfits around is undeniable, and their attempts to reconnect the machinery of modern day noise and improv with personal/emotional songcraft and pop structures represents a potentially earth-shattering well of possibility, but I’ve always found myself wishing they could keep their chaotic, introspective tendencies on a tighter leash and focus their talents toward making more deliberate music, songs that hit the listener with a BANG. And that’s exactly what they’ve done on Strawberry Jam. Thanks guys. Finally we can hear the vocals clearly and, as I always suspected, Avey Tare is a brilliant lyricist, howling through the particulars of lust, love and life via a labyrinth of mythic-vs-mundane dream imagery as seven shades of overpowering melodic noise explode all around, the terrestrial origin of the sounds the Collective compress, twist and pulverise into a churning heap of hallucinatory beats, rhythmic patterns and melodies remaining gloriously unguessable throughout. To my mind, ‘Strawberry Jam’ confirms Animal Collective as prime movers in dragging the legacy of genuine psychedelic music-making into the 21st century and, perhaps, one of the greatest weirdo pop bands of our age.
Mp3 > Peacebone
DAVID THOMAS BROUGHTON vs. 7 HERTZ (Acuarela)
A writer’s nightmare, David Thomas Broughton is a powerful and unique performer, hilarious and heartbreaking in equal measure, whose genius defies easy verbal explanation. The spontaneity and physicality of his performances would seem to make translating his musical vision to record an equally troublesome task, and so this album wisely takes a slightly different approach. Recorded live over a single afternoon in a church in Leeds, it finds Broughton in a more stately mood than that engendered by his gigs at rock venues and festivals, as, backed by improvisations from avant-classical ensemble 7 Hertz, he expands four of his saddest songs into sprawling, free-flowing testaments to loss, regret and hope. If just about any other songwriter stretched four songs on the theme of SAD over the course of an hour, with gaps to fool with looping pedals, clanging kettles and malfunctioning amplifiers whilst an unrehearsed string quartet sawed away behind him, the result would likely be an insufferable piece of self-indulgence, but as I keep saying, DTB is extraordinary, and as such the results are captivating and beautiful. The contributions of 7 Hertz are excellent in their own right, starting out subtle, scrabbling for ground and eventually sprawling into chaotic collapse. Combined with the sound of DTB’s unmistakable voice, somewhat akin to a North of England Tim Buckley, given full reign to echo through the church rafters, this is the best expression of Broughton’s muse yet committed to tape. I only bought this album about a month ago, but I have listened to it many times and will likely listen to it a lot more in future.
Mp3 > The Weight Of My Love
THE DETROIT COBRAS – TIED & TRUE (Rough Trade)
‘Tied & True’ sees The Detroit Cobras bouncing back from the misstep of 2005s sub-par ‘Baby’, coke ad ubiquity and the bursting of the early ‘00s Detroit hype bubble with their best album since the peerless ‘Life, Love and Leaving’. Now bolstered by the presence of Greg Cartwright (of The Oblivians / Reigning Sound) on second guitar and piano, this album works a welcome and indeed pretty awesome step forward for the band. Instead of merely blasting through more vintage soul / r’n’b cuts in ‘garage rock’ style, they’re taking the time to really compete with the majesty of the music that inspired them, treating the slower soul numbers to exquisite Phil Spector / Memphis soul influenced arrangements, whilst still retaining the core feeling and big sound of a kick-ass rock n’ roll band. Those who think any less of the Cobras due to their status as a covers band are really missing the point; as they say themselves, why the hell should they bother writing yet more crappy rock songs when so many amazing compositions from the ‘50s and ‘60s remain undiscovered by a wider audience? Whether or not we’d be better off tracking down the originals on compilations is a moot point but, taken on it’s own musical merits, ‘Tied & True’ is pretty much perfect. Rachel Nagy is still one of the best vocalists around, matching powerhouse blues fervour with rare subtlety, Mary Restrepo’s guitar sounds EXACTLY the way I want guitars to sound, and with the rest of the band swinging out like wrecking crew pros, what can do but submit to classic songs, blasted out with genuine feeling, sweet production and punk rock energy? ‘Try Love’ and ‘Hurt’s All Gone’ bring on a swoon like the best broken-hearted ‘60s soul, and ‘Nothing But A Heartache’ and ‘What’s Going On?’ could get Kafka downing a double and hitting the dancefloor. Maybe I’m just turning into a pop classicist in my old age, but GODDAMN, this is Good Music, with capital letters.
Mp3 > Try Love
DINOSAUR JR – BEYOND (Pias / Fat Possum)
Arriving around the same time as the regrettable fiasco that was the new Stooges album, It took a while to sink in, but damn, this new Dinosaur Jr effort is WAY better than a comeback album by a band who hate each other reuniting for cash has any right to be. I could never really get on with the last album these three guys made together, 1988’s ‘Bug’, largely because Mascis seemed intent on burying the rhythm section beneath gratuitous guitar overdubs, leading to a record that sounded muddy and distant, lacking the drive that made the band’s earliest material so great. And now, a lifetime later, for the first time since ‘..Livin’ All Over Me’, Dinosaur miraculously sound like a band again. J still gets to play with about a dozen exquisitely fucked up guitar tracks, but Lou’s muscleman bass and Murph’s continuing attempts to create a drum style consisting entirely of fills come through loud and clear too, leading to a real best-of-both-worlds scenario. Some reviewers complained that ‘Beyond’ sounds exactly like generic Dinosaur Jr, and yeah, it does, what of it? Mission accomplished! The formula – ragged Crazy Horse glory with a punk rock rocket up it’s arse – has remained intact, and sounds better than ever. Without geeking out too much, let’s simply say that the production here is superb. It’s like a masterclass in how to make a really GREAT sounding modern rock record. J’s songs are, well, more or less the same as they’ve ever been; he still sounds as yearning and confused and vague as he did when he was a teenager, still content to let his guitar do the bulk of the talking, and it’s a joy to hear him shredding on Lou’s “Back To Your Heart”, which is… a really excellent Lou Barlow song. So basically, against all the odds, this is some of the best Dino ever committed to tape, the kind of record liable to win an immediate, pre-conscious “YES!” vote within the first ten seconds from anyone who still harbours a love for noisy, melodic rock music.
Mp3 > Almost Ready
Labels: album reviews, Animal Collective, best of 2007, David Thomas Broughton, Dinosaur Jr, The Detroit Cobras
Friday, December 21, 2007
MEMO TO ROCK BANDS OF THE WORLD:
YOU LOSE.
THE MC5, live at whatever the hell festival this was in 1970, HAVE ALREADY WON.
Lookin' At You:
Ramblin' Rose:
Labels: MC5, rock n' roll, videos
Sunday, December 16, 2007
SINGLES ROUND-UP 2007
So I don’t buy many singles these days. Certainly not as many as I should. But I do still retain my love for the 7” single, and with the dawn of digital / computer-based music opening the floodgates to a steady stream of cheap or free music and thus allowing my actual purchases of music to become more strategic and object-based, I plan in future to make a deliberate effort to pick as many cool-looking singles as possible, thus hopefully providing a bit of scratch to the heroic independent record labels who still insist on making them in defiance of all commercial rationale. And hopefully discovering some good new bands in the process too, of course.
Before this plan reaches its full fruition though, here’s a round up of a whole year’s worth of singles. The vast majority of these I bought from shops, for money, but a couple were given to me for free, for which thanks.
No Mp3s of course, because these are mostly on vinyl, and, like, who do you think I am? Some rich guy with one oif those…uh… reasonably priced and increasingly common USB turntables..? Ok, maybe I’ll get one in time for next year.
The Belly Buttons – Introducing.. EP (Ken Rock)
All the information I have on this band can be gleaned from their cover art, reproduced for you here. All you need to know about their music is that they cram four songs onto one side of a pink 45 (the other side is blank), and don’t care a great deal for hi-fidelity recording. They favour the sounds of cheap fuzzboxes turned up to maximum, super-fast robotic drum-beats and unintelligible high-pitched shrieking, and clearly eat WAY, WAY too much sugar. If I squint my eyes and stare real hard into the lamp-light, I can almost catch a glimpse of a headspace in which this is clearly the best music ever made, but… oh, actually I think I’ve been playing it at the wrong speed. At 33 it sounds a lot more like recognisable sub-5678s Far East girl garage action, but the recording quality is still abysmal, the record label’s logo is still an unsavoury caricature of a Chinese man for some reason, and whoa, this is the worst pressed vinyl I’ve ever encountered. I know my stylus is no great shakes, but man, it’s skipping all over the fucking place… sorry Belly Buttons, this is just not happening for me right now. Maybe I’m getting old.
Helen Love – Junkshop Discotheque (Elefant)
After 2005’s supreme comeback ‘Debbie Hearts Joey’, here’s… Helen Love’s next single! Obviously it’s by Helen Love, so it’s thus a maximum fun explosion of the highest order, but I don’t think the A-side is one of their best numbers to be honest. It’s one of their homemade happy hardcore hits, ala ‘Jump Up And Down’ from a while back, and perhaps takes Helen’s policy of constant self-recycling to it’s unsatisfactory conclusion, mixing up lyrics from about a dozen previous songs into a mass of compressed glitter-pop glossalia. It’s still good though. On the B, we get a lovely remix of ‘Debbie..’ by somebody called Kid Karate – it’s still a KILLER song, even with bouncy mid-tempo beats replacing the fuzz – and an ace new song in the Helen Love punk mould, ‘Shut Your Mouth’. Nice! This one’s on pink vinyl too.
(..I can’t believe I actually took the time to describe a Helen Love record this late in the game..)
(Helen Love website)
Jesus Licks – Dalek Chorus (Post Records)
One of my favourite musical discoveries of the past year, Jesus Licks never fail to manifest a sense of gentle homemade weirdness and unself-conscious naivety which is a rare and wonderful thing in the current musical climate. The first time I saw them play, it struck me that they might have been formed in a remote Welsh valley by the four people in the local area who liked music. As it transpires, they were formed in entirely different circumstances and actually come from proper, big places, like London and so forth, but nonetheless, the feeling is there. I suppose ‘weird folk’ is an appropriate summation of what Jesus Licks do, but it’s a million miles away from the kind of ‘weird folk’ practiced and aspired to by, say, the contributors to the Phosphene record reviewed below. To get a handle on Jesus Licks variety of weird folk, perhaps imagine The Marine Girls taking a holiday to some distant rural locale, and joining forces with their hippie uncles to sit by the riverside and sing odd, quiet songs about highwaymen and sharks and murdering people. And, in this case, Dr. Who. Taken from their rather marvellous album ‘Terrible Beauty’, ‘Dalek Chorus’ sees vocalist Dominique Golden slowly intoning a lyric written from the point of view of the Dalek hive-mind, addressing their greatest foe, accompanied by the barest minimum of banjo and acoustic guitar. “We made ourselves from debris / one thousand years before / we grew up and evolved / and now you’d like to take it all” she sings, tugging at the heart strings of Tom Baker as he sits there in ‘Genesis Of The Daleks’, agonising over whether or not to let those two wires touch to trigger the explosives. An echoing, psychedelic chorus of beautiful simplicity proceeds to rise and fall and rise again, and it’s easy to imagine poor old Tom forgetting the whole business and drifting off into a happy slumber as the Jesus Licks float by on the breeze, calling his name again and again.
(Jesus Licks website)
Lawrence Wasser – Der Lift / Der Frog (Le Vilain Chien)
Belgium post-punk renegade Lawrence Wasser here turns in two slices of furious no wave dance party skronk that would make James Chance shit himself. Both tunes are instrumental, and the rhythms frantic and fragmented, yet laid down with a mercilessly strict hardcore sensibility, kinda like being coerced onto the dance floor by club-wielding boot boys. Only that makes it sound bad, and this actually really rules, redeemed by a wild, screaming energy that conveys the pure joy of a guy lost to the world, beating down on drums, guitar and keys as hard and precise as is humanly possible in search of big fun.
(Lawrence Wasser website)
The Leatherettes – Johnny Thunders EP (Filthy Little Angels)
Lovers of all things lo-fi and snotty, Filthy Little Angels are one of the only labels who ever bother sending me promos, so it’s about time I gave them some love on this weblog. Not that anybody actually had to pay for this EP, as it came out in June as a free download rather than an actual 7” or CD (still available form here). Shame, as this is precisely the kind of band whose work would come across best on a real cool 45. According to the press release, The Leatherettes are a duo comprising ‘Becca Bomb’ and ‘Johnny Yenn’, who reside in Dundee and share a love of The Cramps, Gun Club, Stooges, Dolls and all the usual suspects. And… well, they sound exactly like you’d expect a couple of Dundee students who give themselves punk rock stage names and call their debut EP ‘Johnny Thunders’ to sound. Shallow, trashy, entirely wrought from watered down 10th generation rock n’ roll clichés… and thus COMPLETELY GREAT, for those of you slow on the uptake. The four songs here showcase some terrific Helen Love style fuzz guitar, some meandering DeeDee basslines, sneering boy/girl vocals sounding like they’re being recorded through an overloaded practice amp and - ah - here’s where The Leatherettes let themselves down; drum machine. Really bad drum machine. The kind that sounds totally unnatural, and renders all the other playing robotic and clipped where it should be chaotic and flailing. Seriously dudes, in the unlikely event that you’re reading; I like your band, but PLEASE get some proper human drums, even if it’s just your mate banging a tom-tom with his fist, it would beat this.
(The Leatherettes myspace)
Phosphene & Friends – See A Sign Defined / Ask No Questions (Pickled Egg)
John Cavanagh, aka Phosphene, has been quietly knocking out music that vaguely fits the remit of ‘folktronica’ since before the term had ever been uttered aloud, and here he teams up with a full compliment of ubiquitous Glasgow types to present a tribute of sorts to sixties folk singer Bridget St. John. The A-side sees Bridget herself singing a Cavanagh composition with accompaniment from Bill Wells and Isobel Campbell, and it’s really rather nice, in a ‘huddling by the fire in a dark Victorian cottage and getting all poetic about ash and dirt and the wild patterns thrown out by the sparks’ sort of way. Featuring both a stately chamber-folk arrangement and an arsenal of malfunctioning space synth uneasiness, yet still giving the impression of there being masses and masses of dark, unconquered space between each sound as St. John’s soft vocal melody hangs in the air alone like a lifeline to drag a lost astronaut back to humanity, it’s… pretty fucking sublime actually, and demanding of repeated listens. Yet another quiet triumph for Pickled Egg Records’ particular aesthetic. Reading that back, I think it’s probably about time I went and had a nap, but no, the other side of the single await, and it is largely given over to the members of Nalle, who take on Bridget St. John’s ‘Ask No Questions’. Things begin promisingly enough, with a full helping of the chaotic mesh of droning stringed things that this band do so well, but the dense layers of sound soon fall away, leaving the trio’s vocals to do the hard work, and with no disrespect to their no doubt venerable and bardic tonsils, it’s a bit bloody tedious. Must these hipster folkie types always intone everything so damn gravely in that over-earnest, faintly accusatory tone of theirs…? This is a nice tune written by a lady in the 1960s; no need to drag it out like it was the bloody last words of John Barleycorn himself, laid down in the year dot. I suspect the folk for whom Folk Music was originally named would have been liable to kick these guys out on their arse, had they started groaning away like this in ye olde alehouse a few centuries ago.
The Pleasure Seekers – What A Way To Die (Norton)
I guess this shouldn’t really be eligible for this column, seeing as how it was recorded in 1965 and even this Norton reissue dates from 2001, but no matter! For whatever reason, Rough Trade got one in stock this year, and I bought it, and that's good enough for me. The Pleasure Seekers were an all-girl rock n’ roll band who played club gigs around Detroit in the mid-‘60s. They featured a very young Suzi Quatro on bass, they cut this lone 45, and wow, they kinda rocked! “What A Way To Die” is a tremendously sleazy rave-up celebrating the joys of alcoholism and cheap sex, and the girls bust through it in super raw fashion, with a great frat party rock n’ roll pulse, tons of energy, twangy lead guitar, pounding Vox organ and gloriously untrained vocalisin', complete with plentiful sandpaper rough “AAaarghs!!” and “Woo!!”s. A flat-out perfect garage single, pretty much. The song, written by producer/svengali dude David Leone, is pure killer and has rightfully inspired sundry cover versions from subsequent garage combos, including a recent take by my new heroines, The Micragirls; “When I start my drinking / my baby throws a fit / so I just blitz him outta my mind / with seventeen bottles of Schlitz… Oh baby come on over / come on over to my side / Well I may not live past twenty one but – WOO! – what a way to die!” Before I hop off to work out the chords for my own cover version though, a quick word on the flip-side. “Never Thought You’d Leave Me”, which is slightly more subtle affair with a melody that oddly recalls the Ronnie Cook-via-The Cramps classic ‘Goo Goo Muck’, and a slightly baroque guitar/organ arrangement. It’s pretty nice, but the a-side is the one I’ve just gotta keep playing again.
Rocket Uppercut – This Beautiful Tragedy (Filthy Little Angels)
Not actually a single, but a full album, thus rendering the stated purpose of this round-up pretty irrelevant, but this is my weblog, and I can do what I like. This is another FLA release that’s been knocking about since about June, and I want to give it a belated mention before I forget, cos I kinda like it. Rocket Uppercut are a two girl / two boy outfit who play high energy, processed cheese punky power-pop, and whatdoyaknow, they’re actually pretty good at it. There’s something about this band that seems very uncool, what with the slightly dubious band/album names, the fact the two fellas in the band really don’t dress the way fellas in a band should, the fact they sound quite fun and prefabricated and unchallenging in a way that indie rock fans are unlikely to really appreciate, even the dodgy fonts on the cover art…. I dunno, whatever, this all makes me want to come out in favour of Rocket Uppercut and say, YES, I really dig what they do! What they do strikes me as essentially a bit of a homogenised, non-angry take on Help She Can’t Swim territory – preppy distorted guitar riffs, shouting, keyboard, hand claps, bouncy beats etc. – with a bit of welcome garage influence creeping in too (they cover The Sonics ‘Cinderella’, and indulge in some distressing Gerry Roslie inspired yelping from time to time). They also remind me a little bit of similarly uncool B52s/Blondie styled Welsh band The Hot Puppies, only more.. simplified and streamlined I guess. Anyway, I think this band would be a blast to see live; I wanna make friends with them and jump around! Thanks for sending me this one Filthy Little Angels, I’m real sorry it took me six months to write about it.
(Rocket Uppercut website)
The Vicious – Obsessive EP (Feral Ward)
A Swedish band (I think), these guys suckered me in as I idly browsed in All Ages Records in Camden with their cover artwork featuring a hot punk rock chick with a Rickenbacker. Imagine my annoyance to discover she’s actually merely the guitarist in a three quarters male band who have cynically stuck her on both the front and back covers in order to cruelly entice us pathetic record-browsing boys. No worries though, because this is a cracking little record, and Sara’s clean-toned downstroke thrashin’ riffs are the best thing about it (think Johnny Ramone playing with no distortion on a really lovely, chiming guitar). And Andre the drummer plays like a demon, and looks like a bit of a dude too, so it’s all good. High energy, late ‘70s style punk rock is the name of the game, and on the basis of the five or so minutes it takes for these four songs to whiz by, we may consider the game WON. The vocals are snotty cartoon punk dude nonsense, but this band’s sound has a real kick to it that would make me want to pogo like crazy should it come on in, say, a crowded, non-pogo-friendly bar situation. Maybe it’s the way that great, clean guitar sound is still tough as hell and burrows straight into yr rock pleasure centres, but at the same time lets you pick out all the other instruments…? I dunno. I like this one anyway.
Labels: Belly Buttons, best of 2007, Helen Love, Jesus Licks, Lawrence Wasser, Phosphene, Rocket Uppercut, singles reviews, The Leatherettes, The Pleasure Seekers, The Vicious
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The Wave Pictures / Bishi
Corsica Studios, November 27th
(So, Plan B asked me today to write a last minute review of the Wave Pictures and Bishi at a gig they promoted at Corsica Studios last month. The extraordinary David Thomas Broughton was headlining, but I guess someone else is writing about him. My assigned word count was pretty short, but since this blog’s been a bit starved of content recently, I thought I’d share the full, uncut version with you.)
I love a bit of sitar. So Bishi’s determination to bend one to the whims of Western harmony, mixing up British folk, DIY songcraft and multi-ethnic dance-pop with wide-eyed stage school enthusiasm, proves hard not to love, even if a few of her songs are somewhat less than earth-shattering. She wears a miniature black top hat on the side of her head, looking like a committee-approved Slash for a happier 21st century. “Won’t keep the rain off, will it?” says one more cynical than I.
Those boys in The Wave Pictures sure know how to network. And they sure know how to beat out their homemade confections of perfect melody and wonky emotional intent with a rare conviction. But beyond the patronage of assorted Dunes, Lewis’s and Darnielles, beyond the rocking guitar solos (for which top marks), something has always stood in the way of my really loving them. I think it must be the lyrics. Whenever the logic of a song calls upon them to drag out some grand truth for the chorus line to make us go “yeah!”, instead they were always singing about, I dunno, apples or some shit. I don’t get it man. I don’t care about apples. Tonight I do get it through, and I do care about them. I think the band have been growing into themselves as songwriters and performers over the past year or so, and in return I’ve been getting comfortable with what they do, starting to appreciate the crazy, self-referential romanticism hidden behind their apples. Then their new songs scuttle up to me sideways, like a crab, and knock me flying. Why is watching these three shy, scruffy boys sing earnest songs about their personal lives so exciting? To answer that question would probably get back to the heart of why I’ve paid £5 to listen to some music in a warehouse in Elephant & Castle on a weekday evening, why I’m writing a little bit about it for a magazine, why I lock the front door behind me in the morning and immediately jam in my earphones. To answer that question would be, like, a book proposal at the very least. Anyway, yeah – exciting, and good. David Tattersal even rocks out on a ukulele, as will David Thomas Broughton later the same evening. What the hell is going on? I thought I hated ukuleles.
Assorted Wave Pictures Mp3s.
Some videos from the Corsica Studios gig.
Labels: Bishi, live reviews, The Wave Pictures
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