Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Coldplay: Violet Hill

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Thoughts in comments, please. My first impressions include Fleetwood Mac and Billy Joel...not a good thing.

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French Kicks: Abandon

Yo La Tengo: From a Motel 6

Saturday, April 26, 2008

More Adorable Than You Can Shake a Stick At

Caleb sends along some nice Adorable features from his site, Webcuts Music:

New interview with all four ex-members to celebrate Footnotes:
http://www.webcutsmusic.com/news54.html

New Pete specific Interview (talks about Adorable, Polak and his solo album):
http://www.webcutsmusic.com/news55.html

Pete interview from 1998 (Adorable and Polak):
http://www.webcutsmusic.com/news59.html

Footnotes Review:
http://www.webcutsmusic.com/news42.html

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Glide: You Were Always More Than A Trick To Me, Ray

Stereolab: Wow and Flutter

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Thoughts on:
The Notwist--The Devil, You + Me

Somewhere around 2003-4, I looked at the excellent latest release from Germany's The Notwist ("Neon Golden") and a mind-bendingly good album from Denmark's Mew ("Frengers") and predicted the next rock revolution might come from Central Europe.

As far as brilliant forecasting goes, it ranks up there with my obviously spot-on prediction that Coldplay wouldn't break America because they released "Clocks" as the second single off "A Rush of Blood to the Head": Mew made a disastrous follow-up album full of prog-rock tripe; The Notwist, meanwhile, pretty much disappeared. There was the puzzling collaboration with Themselves, a group of insect-rapping Californians. Notwist frontman Markus Acher released an excellent record with his other group Lali Puna (2004's "Faking the Books"), but that too failed to register outside of hipster circles in New York, LA, and London.

Why was the bar so high? You see, with 2002's "Neon Golden", The Notwist rewrote the rules of merging rock with electronic music. After a decade of the music industry telling us the future was sweaty American jerks using drum loops to underpin grunge dirges, The Notwist took tasteful laptop textures and merged them with delicate rock songs in an utterly beguiling way. Acher's voice, reminiscent of Belle and Sebastian's Stuart Murdoch, floated ethereally above a bed of music that sounded like New Order for the 21st century.

Listeners have waited six years for "The Devil, You + Me", and although it's not entirely clear what took them so long, there are plenty of fine moments on this record. Maybe expectations were simply too high, but what they've basically given us is "Neon Golden 2". Opener "Good Lies" is fantastic, with a circular melody repeating and reinforcing the key lyric: "Let's just imitate the real until we find a better one". Being German, Acker's unusual delivery gives lyrics that might sound cliche coming from a native speaker a decidedly uncanny quality . "Good Lies" also reveals the band's new secret weapon: the acoustic guitar. Whether it's the descending chords in that track, the Teutonic Bossa Nova of "Gloomy Planets", or the space-age blues of "Gone Gone Gone", this post-modern band using the most traditional of instruments results in added warmth and texture.The morbid "Where in this World" seems like an odd choice for a lead-off single; more obvious choices would have been the upbeat "Boneless" or the part-jittery/part-shimmering "Gravity". A June release also seems like a curious move, but maybe that just means people will be rediscovering "The Devil, You + Me" in the fall when the weather becomes more suitable for this kind of thing.

So while one shouldn't expect a new rock revolution from mainland Europe any time soon, with "The Devil, You + Me" The Notwist have continued their quiet insurgency to redefine and recontextualize rock n' roll. This is thoughtful and evocative music that deserves your attention.

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Monday, April 21, 2008

120 Days: Keep on Smiling

Saturday, April 19, 2008

From Dead Flowers to SXSW


Here's a cool development: Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth fame played the 'new' Velvet Underground song, "I'm Not a Young Man Anymore" at South by Southwest. The song was originally brought to wider attention on this very blog in February. You have to love technology.

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Bonobo: Recurring

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Martyrs to the Cause

Here's an interesting, if somewhat callous, piece from The Guardian about the legacy of those who died too soon:

Thom Yorke doesn't like me very much. Big deal, I hear you say, there must be a lot of people that don't like you. And there are. But Thom Yorke doesn't just dislike me. He wants to kill me. Or at least he wanted to. He once spent a sizeable chunk of an Uncut cover story saying as much. And a few years back I had a very unpleasant encounter with the great (small but great; well, great-ish) man in the lobby of the Chateau Marmont hotel in Los Angeles, during which he made known his feelings towards me in front of the rest of Radiohead, who seemed to find the whole scene as embarrassing as I did. The reason for his latent homicidal tendencies? When I was at Melody Maker, we put Yorke's face on the front of the paper, to go with an in-depth interview, next to the immortally provocative question, printed in big, bold type: "Is This the Next Rock Martyr in the Making?"

This rock martyr farrago was in 1995, around the time of The Bends. More pertinently, it was just after the death of Kurt Cobain and disappearance of Richey Edwards of the Manic Street Preachers. There was a lot of talk about rock star depression and self-harming fans in the air. And we at the paper, perhaps like many of the readers, were wondering, I guess, whether Yorke would be the next to go - to buckle under the weight of expectation, to recoil from the pressure of being everybody's favourite tortured rock artist. To commit suicide. We thought it was a fair question. Yorke didn't: he thought it was irresponsible; that we were somehow suggesting that the logical extension of, and final solution to, his downcast worldview was to take his own life; that we were taking a sort of perverse delight in it all, almost encouraging him to absent himself forever because we thought it would be cool. Because, in rock'n'roll, there is nothing cooler than a premature death, especially when it's at the hands of the person dying.

We were only saying what people have been saying for years: that dying young, even if it's not the result of living fast, can be a good thing, if you want to preserve the integrity of your art. Come on, we've just experienced two years of Joy Division mania during which Ian Curtis has been canonised as the patron saint of despair. Can we finally accept, now that he's dead and so worthy of consideration not condemnation, that Tony Wilson knew what he was talking about when he concluded that Curtis' suicide was the best career move he could have made? Not that it was the best thing for his wife and daughter, or for his friends. Instead, Curtis' decision to hang himself at the age of 23 was the ultimate confirmation of his commitment to his lyrics and music. Would Joy Division have been taken less seriously today had Curtis lived? Would there have been films and books about them?


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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

That Nation's Saving Grace

Here's a nice treat from The Guardian:

My rise and Fall

Outspoken singer Mark E Smith has led his group the Fall for 32 years, surviving continual fights with an ever-changing cast of musicians to create dozens of albums in his own maverick style. At 51, he remains one of rock's most individual voices. In this first extract from his autobiography, introduced by Dave Simpson, he looks back at the formative moments of his childhood and the birth of the band.

Mark E Smith has been called a drinker, a druggie, a tyrant and a nut. He has spent a night in the cells following one punch-up and been ordered to attend anger management. With his group the Fall, he has become one of the most influential musicians of the past 30 years. However, he is as famous for sacking band members as for his music, having dispensed with more than 50 musicians - including various wives and girlfriends - while making approximately 26 albums (there have been so many that no one seems entirely sure).

Smith formed the Fall - based in Salford - in the punk movement of 1976 and fired his first musician, a drummer whose name no one can agree on, before the group had made a record. Since then, he has been the sole ever-present member, in a reign that has seen off five prime ministers, the Falklands, Balkans and Gulf wars, more than a dozen record companies and innumerable changes in British music, while making the hard-driven, repetitive music that John Peel described as "always different, always the same". The Fall have never been a household name, but have had more non-top 20 chart hits (16 in all) than any other group.

The Fall's fans, who include everyone from Alex Kapranos to Frank Skinner and David Bowie, routinely hail Smith's "genius". It's less certain what that genius is. His horror-humorous lyrics - inspired, perhaps, by the sci-fi writers HP Lovecraft and Philip K Dick, along with hallucinogens - are pored over like the Bible as fans chuckle at his descriptions of British People in Hot Weather ("beached whales in Wapping, drunk before ya!") and ponder the true meaning of bizarre songtitles such as To Nkroachment: Yarbles.

Apparent prophesies, such as the song Powder Keg, released just before the Manchester bombing in 1996, convince many that he is psychic. And yet this musical colossus can barely play a note. He is reliant on musicians - whom he holds in contempt - for his lifetime's work.


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Elastica: Waking Up

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The Rolling Stones: It's All Over Now

Monday, April 14, 2008

Magnetic Morning (Adam Franklin and Sam Fogarino): Cold War Kids

Interpol: Hands Away (Peel Session)

Swervedriver: Wrong Treats

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Friday, April 11, 2008

The Wave Pictures: The Airplanes at Brescia

Talk Talk: April 5th

Los Hermanos: Condicional (Repost)

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

The Notwist: Gloomy Planets

Glasvegas: I'm Gonna Get Stabbed

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Thoughts On:
Ida Maria--Stella (Single)

In indie rock, there is a perpetual false choice: innovate or write a song that people can actually sing along to. Blame it on The Beatles: while they seemed capable of doing both, bands with lesser talent have since felt compelled to pick sides. Thus from the same record label in the same decade you had a band like Ride, heavy on the innovation but lacking in the memorable tunes department, alongside Oasis, a band forever doomed to share royalties from their greatest hits with songwriters from the 60s and 70s.

There's no mistaking there's something a bit classic about Ida Maria's "Stella". Now perhaps, as astute youtube commentators have pointed out, that's due to its similarity to "Jimmy Mack" by Martha Reeves and the Vandellas. "Stella"'s unabased Motown influences make the song instantly recognizable, and even more impressive than the band's formidable single, "Oh My God". And while it's short on groundbreaking sounds, "Stella" will no doubt dig itself into your subconscious by the second listen. Definitely worth tracking down.


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Oasis: Stand by Me

pacificUV: Need

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