Thursday, November 06, 2008
White flag waving
Dido's last album Life For Rent sold 152,000 copies on the day of release in the UK, while the first single charted at number two.
The first single from the follow-up (Safe Trip Home, released 17th November) came out physically last week and entered at number 54.
The first single from the follow-up (Safe Trip Home, released 17th November) came out physically last week and entered at number 54.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
C99: extra bonus disc
Now that you've downloaded our morsels of nearly ten years ago's passing C99 - haven't you? - here's a mini-Covermount's worth of songs that will only be available on the CD version to improve its physical sales.
Oh, hang on.
Lou Barlow and John Davis crank up the lo-fi, accidentally invent the second Snow Patrol album
The Folk Implosion - Free To Go
From One Part Lullaby
Glasgow's own Sonic Youth - alright, one of the many - kill time between albums
Urusei Yatsura - Kaytronika
From Yon Kyoku Iri EP
Mancunians, one of Creation's last signings, bring back Stooges influence and garage rock two years early. The singer now writes film soundtracks
One Lady Owner - I Do Need You
From There's Only We
After the Fire Engines and Win and before The Sexual Objects, Davey Henderson ploughed far more out-there furrows
Nectarine No 9 - South Of An Imaginary Line
From Fried For Blue Material
As part of our ongoing quest to laud one of our great underrated none-more-English bands...
The Bitter Springs - Benny Hill's Wardrobe
From Benny Hill's Wardrobe
And you know what other song is on the same album as this, don't you?
Spearmint - We're Going Out
From A Week Away
Oh, hang on.
Lou Barlow and John Davis crank up the lo-fi, accidentally invent the second Snow Patrol album
The Folk Implosion - Free To Go
From One Part Lullaby
Glasgow's own Sonic Youth - alright, one of the many - kill time between albums
Urusei Yatsura - Kaytronika
From Yon Kyoku Iri EP
Mancunians, one of Creation's last signings, bring back Stooges influence and garage rock two years early. The singer now writes film soundtracks
One Lady Owner - I Do Need You
From There's Only We
After the Fire Engines and Win and before The Sexual Objects, Davey Henderson ploughed far more out-there furrows
Nectarine No 9 - South Of An Imaginary Line
From Fried For Blue Material
As part of our ongoing quest to laud one of our great underrated none-more-English bands...
The Bitter Springs - Benny Hill's Wardrobe
From Benny Hill's Wardrobe
And you know what other song is on the same album as this, don't you?
Spearmint - We're Going Out
From A Week Away
Monday, November 03, 2008
Sweeping The Nation Covermount 15: C99
A year and a bit ago we Covermounted C97, a collection of the songs time seems to have overlooked from what was then ten years ago. So popular did it prove that in haste we shoved out C98 a year ago, and so it follows that we should complete the decade set before this year is out, again using no artist that was on either of the previous sets. In the wider world 1999 was the year of Britney and Christina, of Westlife's reign of terror commencing, of trance and two-step, of Eminem's ascension to international pariah, of Shania Twain, Martine McCutcheon and Ricky Martin, of the Vengaboys, A1 and solo Spice Girls, of Blue (Da Ba Dee), Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen), Mambo Number 5 and the Millennium Prayer.
No, come back. Other intriguing stuff happened during the year, and if maybe it wasn't as strong all round it was certainly pre-millennially fascinating. Observe:
C99
Looper - Ballad of Ray Suzuki
Belle & Sebastian have always liked a good side project, and first off the blocks was bassist Stuart David's beats, samples and spoken word, bringing the hitherto seperate worlds of lo-fi charm and breakbeat building together like they'd never been apart.
From Up A Tree
Ladytron - He Took Her To A Movie
Before Daniel and Reuben met Helen and Mira there was Lisa Eriksson, an electronic musician whose previous band had had Peel interest and was the original third hand. She only stopped for this debut single before the pan-European electro-temptresses to be joined and Eriksson moved to the unpromisingly named Techno Squirrels.
From 604
Appliance - Food Music
Mute signed Exeter trio Appliance at a time when it looked like motorik influences were about to rule all, album Manual adding levity and no little widescreen invention to the introspective Krautrock. Although they say they've started rehearsing again they've been dormant since 2003.
From Manual
Scott 4 - Catastrophe
Of course they weren't a four-piece. Their blend of country blues, indie introspection and synthy hip hop/funk/Krautrock influenced electro actually found a space nobody else had touched - Allmusic labelled them 'electronic cowpunks' - and leader Scott Blixen donned a big white stetson long before the Appleton sisters did.
From Works Project LP
Language Lab - Burning Disaster
Yorkshireman Robin Morley was (is?) Language Lab, a much darker variant on the electronic music that was making carefully Noel-approved waves at the time. And that's him rapping on it too. Don't panic. If you know it it's because it was used on Chris Morris' Jam, which is some backup to all that darkness stuff.
M.Organ - Miss Parker
Morgan Nicholls (who we know was Morgan on his album, but the CD single - with Jamie Hewlett drawn cover - says thus), formerly of Senseless Things, later of the Gorillaz live band, now Muse's touring keyboardist, here putting Hammond organ behind his fifteen year old brother's Dictaphone recorded anti-teacher freestyling.
From Organized
Delakota - 555
Nicholls and fellow Senseless Things/Gorillaz member Cass Browne formed two thirds of these post-baggy explorers, whose album came out in 1998 but this later single makes the cut. A lot of post-baggy around then; rest assured that Delakota were no Regular Fries, let alone Campag Velocet.
From One Love
Brassy - Good Times
Jon 'Blues Explosion' Spencer's sister Muffin spent her time living in Manchester forming this combination of fuzzy guitars and whiteboy hip-hop beats (their drummer did dual time as turntablist), "the sound of the Shangri La's produced by Schoolly D" said the label. One of their songs ended up advertising Motorola.
From Got It Made
Rosita - Live It Down
So Kenickie split in two in 1998, and Marie and Emmy-Kate emerged with their guitar tech and a former Swervedriver drummer to form the knife between the summery pop teeth Rosita. They lasted for two singles, but what singles they were. Ripped for us off the original 7", this.
Murry The Hump - Thrown Like A Stone
"They should have been huge" is a much overused phrase, but no, really, Aberystwyth trio Murry The Hump should have been huge. Maybe they were too angular, Matthew Evans too gawky and his lyrics too obscure for the mass market. We couldn't find the original version, so this is the 2001 album rerecording.
From Songs Of Ignorance
Ben Lee - Cigarettes Will Kill You
Not as obscure as most here - he's recorded with Kylie, Evan Dando and Ben Folds, is engaged to Ione Skye and his recent album featured one of Good Charlotte and Dave Matthews' producer - but he sells nothing in the UK, and we like it, and it's our compilation.
From Breathing Tornados
Venini - Mon Camion
Guitarist/violinist Russell Senior left Pulp in 1998 citing a disenchantment with everything they took up with Different Class and a year later returned with this vampish art-pop outfit who lasted two self-released singles before Senior opened an antiques shop instead.
Whistler - Don't Jump In Front Of My Train
EMF are, like everyone, back on the reunion trail at the moment, but in between times guitarist and songwriter Ian Dench formed what we suppose would be his own Lilac Time, a fragile, folkily acoustic trio who put out a couple of albums to declining acclaim.
From Whistler
Wheat - Don't I Hold You
When Mercury Rev kicked the door blocking chart action and the American psychedelic underground door wide open Massachusetts' Wheat, produced by Dave Fridmann as they were, were expected to be among the first through. Then they disappeared for a few years in record company limbo and lost their way, but what a way that originally was.
From Hope And Adams
Beulah - Score From Augusta
Not to be confused with the post-Dido briefly lauded by Radio 2 singer-songriter, Beulah were Elephant Six members whose upbeat horn and string-aided chamber maxi-pop briefly made them cult following major players. Still are for a lot of people.
From When Your Heartstrings Break
Mazarin - Wheats
Mazarin were (and we do mean that, as they're still together but under a new name - legalities, see) essentially Philadelphian singer-songwriter Quentin Stoltzfus, another of the Rev/Lips school with the intricate melodies recalling late Beatles that seemingly only Americans can now do.
From Watch It Happen
Ten In The Swear Jar - Sita Deth
From outside anything that even in those unknowing days would be deemed sellable to a mass audience, whacked out experimental fuzzy indie-rock from California. Most of them, and even some of their songs, went on to go even further adrift and awry as Xiu Xiu.
From My Very Private Map
The Make-Up - White Belts
Time for some righteousness, then. Ian Svenonius and co attempted to transplant communicative voodoo soul power into garage rock tropes, had well mapped out theories alternate to rock'n'roll, called their style 'Gospel Yeh-Yeh' and got some NME attention. Who knows, now Svenonius might have gone the same way Beth Ditto did.
From Save Yourself
Six By Seven - Ten Places To Die
Chris Olley would never, ever have done that. The doomy, droney slow burn intensity of this standalone single was pretty much what they were all about for their first two albums. In all honesty, though, "picking apples from a tree" is a fairly unlikely place to die, unless it's in a thunderstorm.
From The Closer You Get
No, come back. Other intriguing stuff happened during the year, and if maybe it wasn't as strong all round it was certainly pre-millennially fascinating. Observe:
C99
Looper - Ballad of Ray Suzuki
Belle & Sebastian have always liked a good side project, and first off the blocks was bassist Stuart David's beats, samples and spoken word, bringing the hitherto seperate worlds of lo-fi charm and breakbeat building together like they'd never been apart.
From Up A Tree
Ladytron - He Took Her To A Movie
Before Daniel and Reuben met Helen and Mira there was Lisa Eriksson, an electronic musician whose previous band had had Peel interest and was the original third hand. She only stopped for this debut single before the pan-European electro-temptresses to be joined and Eriksson moved to the unpromisingly named Techno Squirrels.
From 604
Appliance - Food Music
Mute signed Exeter trio Appliance at a time when it looked like motorik influences were about to rule all, album Manual adding levity and no little widescreen invention to the introspective Krautrock. Although they say they've started rehearsing again they've been dormant since 2003.
From Manual
Scott 4 - Catastrophe
Of course they weren't a four-piece. Their blend of country blues, indie introspection and synthy hip hop/funk/Krautrock influenced electro actually found a space nobody else had touched - Allmusic labelled them 'electronic cowpunks' - and leader Scott Blixen donned a big white stetson long before the Appleton sisters did.
From Works Project LP
Language Lab - Burning Disaster
Yorkshireman Robin Morley was (is?) Language Lab, a much darker variant on the electronic music that was making carefully Noel-approved waves at the time. And that's him rapping on it too. Don't panic. If you know it it's because it was used on Chris Morris' Jam, which is some backup to all that darkness stuff.
M.Organ - Miss Parker
Morgan Nicholls (who we know was Morgan on his album, but the CD single - with Jamie Hewlett drawn cover - says thus), formerly of Senseless Things, later of the Gorillaz live band, now Muse's touring keyboardist, here putting Hammond organ behind his fifteen year old brother's Dictaphone recorded anti-teacher freestyling.
From Organized
Delakota - 555
Nicholls and fellow Senseless Things/Gorillaz member Cass Browne formed two thirds of these post-baggy explorers, whose album came out in 1998 but this later single makes the cut. A lot of post-baggy around then; rest assured that Delakota were no Regular Fries, let alone Campag Velocet.
From One Love
Brassy - Good Times
Jon 'Blues Explosion' Spencer's sister Muffin spent her time living in Manchester forming this combination of fuzzy guitars and whiteboy hip-hop beats (their drummer did dual time as turntablist), "the sound of the Shangri La's produced by Schoolly D" said the label. One of their songs ended up advertising Motorola.
From Got It Made
Rosita - Live It Down
So Kenickie split in two in 1998, and Marie and Emmy-Kate emerged with their guitar tech and a former Swervedriver drummer to form the knife between the summery pop teeth Rosita. They lasted for two singles, but what singles they were. Ripped for us off the original 7", this.
Murry The Hump - Thrown Like A Stone
"They should have been huge" is a much overused phrase, but no, really, Aberystwyth trio Murry The Hump should have been huge. Maybe they were too angular, Matthew Evans too gawky and his lyrics too obscure for the mass market. We couldn't find the original version, so this is the 2001 album rerecording.
From Songs Of Ignorance
Ben Lee - Cigarettes Will Kill You
Not as obscure as most here - he's recorded with Kylie, Evan Dando and Ben Folds, is engaged to Ione Skye and his recent album featured one of Good Charlotte and Dave Matthews' producer - but he sells nothing in the UK, and we like it, and it's our compilation.
From Breathing Tornados
Venini - Mon Camion
Guitarist/violinist Russell Senior left Pulp in 1998 citing a disenchantment with everything they took up with Different Class and a year later returned with this vampish art-pop outfit who lasted two self-released singles before Senior opened an antiques shop instead.
Whistler - Don't Jump In Front Of My Train
EMF are, like everyone, back on the reunion trail at the moment, but in between times guitarist and songwriter Ian Dench formed what we suppose would be his own Lilac Time, a fragile, folkily acoustic trio who put out a couple of albums to declining acclaim.
From Whistler
Wheat - Don't I Hold You
When Mercury Rev kicked the door blocking chart action and the American psychedelic underground door wide open Massachusetts' Wheat, produced by Dave Fridmann as they were, were expected to be among the first through. Then they disappeared for a few years in record company limbo and lost their way, but what a way that originally was.
From Hope And Adams
Beulah - Score From Augusta
Not to be confused with the post-Dido briefly lauded by Radio 2 singer-songriter, Beulah were Elephant Six members whose upbeat horn and string-aided chamber maxi-pop briefly made them cult following major players. Still are for a lot of people.
From When Your Heartstrings Break
Mazarin - Wheats
Mazarin were (and we do mean that, as they're still together but under a new name - legalities, see) essentially Philadelphian singer-songwriter Quentin Stoltzfus, another of the Rev/Lips school with the intricate melodies recalling late Beatles that seemingly only Americans can now do.
From Watch It Happen
Ten In The Swear Jar - Sita Deth
From outside anything that even in those unknowing days would be deemed sellable to a mass audience, whacked out experimental fuzzy indie-rock from California. Most of them, and even some of their songs, went on to go even further adrift and awry as Xiu Xiu.
From My Very Private Map
The Make-Up - White Belts
Time for some righteousness, then. Ian Svenonius and co attempted to transplant communicative voodoo soul power into garage rock tropes, had well mapped out theories alternate to rock'n'roll, called their style 'Gospel Yeh-Yeh' and got some NME attention. Who knows, now Svenonius might have gone the same way Beth Ditto did.
From Save Yourself
Six By Seven - Ten Places To Die
Chris Olley would never, ever have done that. The doomy, droney slow burn intensity of this standalone single was pretty much what they were all about for their first two albums. In all honesty, though, "picking apples from a tree" is a fairly unlikely place to die, unless it's in a thunderstorm.
From The Closer You Get
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Weekender : blogland's mix of the high and lowbrow, leaving lewd messages on the phone of Oliver Sacks
WHAT CD?
- Nothing of real use in the new releases, but just look at what's been anthologised in bulk - a little overlooked unit based in London W9 that to this day makes men of a certain electronic musical persuasion swoon and faint clean away. The BBC Radiophonic Workshop was inaugurated in Maida Vale in 1958 to produce sound effects and musical stings, and instead invented all sorts of musique concrète and tape manipulation techniques, and at the taxpayer's expense, which they'd never be allowed get away with now. Their most famous work was the Doctor Who theme, written by Ron Grainer and realised by the legendary Delia Derbyshire, and on hearing it for the first time Grainer was openly shocked at what had happened to his work and later parents wrote to the Radio Times claiming it frightened their children. Nowadays the BBC Trust would hold an enquiry which would culminate in the sacking of Derbyshire, Verity Lambert and the head of the BBC Drama unit. ***SATIRE*** John Birt shut it down in 1998 but had its library catalogued and archived, and for the fiftieth anniversary Mute have slung together 107 classic, extremely rare and previously unavailable sounds and musical pieces from the likes of, well, Who, obviously, but also the Goon Show, Quatermass, Blake's Seven, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and so on for The BBC Radiophonic Workshop - A Retrospective. Also released, with titles that could confuse a stupid person, are The Radiophonic Workshop and BBC Radiophonic Music, the former full length musical pieces, the latter more effects based. BBC Radiophonic Workshop by the Magnetic Fields isn't on any of them.
- As usual these days we're a week late with this, but it's the kind of thing we'd naturally be all over. I'll Give You My Heart I'll Give You My Heart: The Cherry Red Singles Collection 1978-1983 documents the first five years of Iain McNay and Richard Jones' influential independent label on just the eight discs and 185 tracks. And what waifs and strays are collected here: the Dead Kennedys (and not some latter day panto version, proper Holiday In Cambodia era), Felt, the Monochrome Set, Everything But The Girl as well as Tracy Thorn's The Marine Girls and Ben Watt's preceding solo work and collaborations with Robert Wyatt, Courtney Love/Kathleen Hanna influencing girl rock pioneers The Runaways, underrated awkward Brummies the Nightingales, some posthumous Marc Bolan rarities, punk poet Atilla The Stockbroker and a last disc of odds and sods including Ivor Cutler, John Otway, Robert Fripp, George Melly (!) and a track called The Compassion And Humanity Of Margaret Thatcher. We think we can guess.
- So, singles. We don't know whether we've picked up some sort of reverse Midas touch, but a lot of the bands we assumed were going to be all over the place as soon as the pressing plant got into action remain resolutely under the radar. Broken Records, for instance, swooning string aided Celtic greatness onto third single Lies and still without a solid album deal. Come on, labels, sort yourselves out. No such publicity problems for Mumford & Sons, who have earned themselves a neat place among the nu-folk young shavers with their communal hoedowns as on second EP Love Your Ground. Meanwhile a band who arc between both outlets, the Decemberists, get to the second and third good of their Always The Bridesmaid series of 7"s, Days Of Elaine.
- The Virgin Book Of British Hit Singles isn't some fly by night, it's the Sky Sports Football Yearbook-style rebranding of the Guinness Book of such. Gambaccini, Read, Rice and Rice were unavailable for comment. Inside, the usual endless joys of chart positions, Weeks On Chart tallies, those little symbols nobody understands, timelines, factoids and such.
COMING SOON: Shrouded in mystery, the Brighton Port Authority has long been rumoured to exist but until now there has been little evidence of the legendary collective. Found recently in a dusty cardboard box during the development of a Brighton dockside warehouse, a collection of old reel-to-reel tapes have proved to be the Holy Grail for the few who...ah sod it, The BPA is a new project by Norman Cook and his longtime engineer/accomplice Simon Thornton. The frankly not good Toe Jam you'll already know, if only for the celebrated "is there an uncensored version? What do you think?" video, but some other mp3s of their album, out some time before we all die, have surfaced which bode better. Not least because Seattle is a gloriously tripped-out piece featuring our favourite vocalist for hire and yours, Emmy The Great. Weirder is the Iggy Pop fronted disturbing psychedelically tinged cover of the Monochrome Set's He's Frank. Bid could never have seen what they've done to his song coming.
MYSPACE INVADERS: Stars Of Sunday League is Euan Robinson, originally from Edinburgh. There's something about the Scottish accent in singer-songwriter business that makes it sound more honest and touching, we reckon, and Robinson's simple yet rich in charm songs, occasionally featuring the aforementioned Ms Emma-Lee Moss (he's also in her band), are just that. File next to the Fence collectivists and well inside the interconnected modern folk school of excellence.
VISUAL AID: In a cultural void that seriously considers that Lily Allen parodies might affect the proper Allen's chances in future, we thought we'd demonstrate to the kids that there was once an art to the pop hit comedy rewrite. Alright, maybe not an art, but a certain craft nonetheless. You wouldn't get anything like this now, certainly. Is that a good thing? Who can say. Presenting for the teenagers, then, the Barron Knights, fifty years' service next year in the service of extended storyline-based parodies of the hits of the day. Their own first hit, 1964's Call Up The Groups, imagined pop groups being conscripted for the services to tunes including I Wanna Be Your Man, Twist And Shout and Bits And Pieces. Follow up Pop Go The Workers commandeered Little Red Rooster and Baby Love in imagining singers finding jobs. We don't know if that audience is real or not, but Frankie Boyle never got such laughs. That Christmas it was time to pull out the pro-am Jagger of Satisfaction on Merry Gentle Pops. The format was still fresh, as much as it ever would be, in punk's 1977, Live In Trouble using You Make Me Feel Like Dancing, Brotherhood Of Man's Angelo and Float On in very much the humour of the time. Did we mention these were all top ten singles? Oh, and to prove how broad a church YouTube is, the provision of space to upload a home video of a man playing bass along to cube tribute of 1982 Mr Rubik must have been just what Tim Berners-Lee had in mind when he legged it down the patent office. And then there's the thorny issue of the Oasis to the Barron Knights' Blur, the Grumbleweeds, the Northern (Yorkshire) counterparts to Bedfordshire's BKs. More of a sketch troupe, it's true (and anyone who can point out the finer details involved in doing a straight impression of purposefully over the top fictional characters Dame Edna Everage and Les Patterson, please let us know), but they liked a good musical turn and could pull off an ELO impression if the occasion served. And two of them are still going! With impressions of Ozzy Osbourne and Lou & Andy and Ali G and Anne Robinson, and everything! Ahh, variety.
LINKS EFFECT
* Truth be told, we'd like to see how Graham and Robin, those being their names, would tackle a musical impersonation of Johnny Foreigner (clearly drafting an extra in to be Junior, we dunno. Look, give us time to work this through, we're sure there's enough to work with) For raw material, they might like to study a full vidcast of their recent set at almost exotic for Londoners club night New Slang in Kingston upon Thames, including new songs, as supplied by feedbeat.com, which also features sets or parts thereof from Tubelord, Dartz and some people we've never heard of doing spoken word. With the right hairpiece and costume the nearly bald one could carry off Alexei, no sweat.
* Matador Records are this week's free label sampler providers, Intended Play Fall 2008 including tracks from the soon come Pavement Brighten The Corners: Nicene Creedence Ed. and Belle & Sebastian BBC Sessions albums, plus new Shearwater, Fucked Up, Times New Viking, Mogwai, AC Newman, Jay Reatard and live Lou Reed. Meanwhile, bloody hell, listen to this even though you'll never fully experience it in the same way - a decent enough quality for what it is bootleg from My Bloody Valentine's set at last month's NY ATP. Also, TV Cream has done a musical podcast. We're not ashamed to say it scares us slightly.
* News from Bob Stanley: "Well, the share value of Universal appears to have affected the release date of London Conversations. Either that or a fire in their Dutch East Indies depot. So it looks like it'll be in the 'shops' in January... News on the dates for Foxbase Alpha et cet deluxe editions as and when, but hopefully sooner than Xmas. In the meantime I'm trying to get my head around early 40s r&b for educational reasons. Something I've enjoyed a great deal is This Record Is Not To Be Broadcast, a collection of pre-rock things banned by the BBC. Ella Fitzgerald's 6 minute version of Bewitched is, umm, racy. Racier than Racey. Rock, you sinners. Bob xxx" Can't say fairer than that. (Well, you can, he could have said London Conversations hadn't been delayed *again*)
* One quick final thing - we went through our blog list with a fine tooth comb this week making additions and deletions, which got us to thinking about the traditional end of year album UK blogger poll. In the shell of a nut, what regularly updated and music based UK blogs are we missing down/across there? Let us know via the usual comment/Myspace/email channels and maybe you/they too can take part in the poll.
- Nothing of real use in the new releases, but just look at what's been anthologised in bulk - a little overlooked unit based in London W9 that to this day makes men of a certain electronic musical persuasion swoon and faint clean away. The BBC Radiophonic Workshop was inaugurated in Maida Vale in 1958 to produce sound effects and musical stings, and instead invented all sorts of musique concrète and tape manipulation techniques, and at the taxpayer's expense, which they'd never be allowed get away with now. Their most famous work was the Doctor Who theme, written by Ron Grainer and realised by the legendary Delia Derbyshire, and on hearing it for the first time Grainer was openly shocked at what had happened to his work and later parents wrote to the Radio Times claiming it frightened their children. Nowadays the BBC Trust would hold an enquiry which would culminate in the sacking of Derbyshire, Verity Lambert and the head of the BBC Drama unit. ***SATIRE*** John Birt shut it down in 1998 but had its library catalogued and archived, and for the fiftieth anniversary Mute have slung together 107 classic, extremely rare and previously unavailable sounds and musical pieces from the likes of, well, Who, obviously, but also the Goon Show, Quatermass, Blake's Seven, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and so on for The BBC Radiophonic Workshop - A Retrospective. Also released, with titles that could confuse a stupid person, are The Radiophonic Workshop and BBC Radiophonic Music, the former full length musical pieces, the latter more effects based. BBC Radiophonic Workshop by the Magnetic Fields isn't on any of them.
- As usual these days we're a week late with this, but it's the kind of thing we'd naturally be all over. I'll Give You My Heart I'll Give You My Heart: The Cherry Red Singles Collection 1978-1983 documents the first five years of Iain McNay and Richard Jones' influential independent label on just the eight discs and 185 tracks. And what waifs and strays are collected here: the Dead Kennedys (and not some latter day panto version, proper Holiday In Cambodia era), Felt, the Monochrome Set, Everything But The Girl as well as Tracy Thorn's The Marine Girls and Ben Watt's preceding solo work and collaborations with Robert Wyatt, Courtney Love/Kathleen Hanna influencing girl rock pioneers The Runaways, underrated awkward Brummies the Nightingales, some posthumous Marc Bolan rarities, punk poet Atilla The Stockbroker and a last disc of odds and sods including Ivor Cutler, John Otway, Robert Fripp, George Melly (!) and a track called The Compassion And Humanity Of Margaret Thatcher. We think we can guess.
- So, singles. We don't know whether we've picked up some sort of reverse Midas touch, but a lot of the bands we assumed were going to be all over the place as soon as the pressing plant got into action remain resolutely under the radar. Broken Records, for instance, swooning string aided Celtic greatness onto third single Lies and still without a solid album deal. Come on, labels, sort yourselves out. No such publicity problems for Mumford & Sons, who have earned themselves a neat place among the nu-folk young shavers with their communal hoedowns as on second EP Love Your Ground. Meanwhile a band who arc between both outlets, the Decemberists, get to the second and third good of their Always The Bridesmaid series of 7"s, Days Of Elaine.
- The Virgin Book Of British Hit Singles isn't some fly by night, it's the Sky Sports Football Yearbook-style rebranding of the Guinness Book of such. Gambaccini, Read, Rice and Rice were unavailable for comment. Inside, the usual endless joys of chart positions, Weeks On Chart tallies, those little symbols nobody understands, timelines, factoids and such.
COMING SOON: Shrouded in mystery, the Brighton Port Authority has long been rumoured to exist but until now there has been little evidence of the legendary collective. Found recently in a dusty cardboard box during the development of a Brighton dockside warehouse, a collection of old reel-to-reel tapes have proved to be the Holy Grail for the few who...ah sod it, The BPA is a new project by Norman Cook and his longtime engineer/accomplice Simon Thornton. The frankly not good Toe Jam you'll already know, if only for the celebrated "is there an uncensored version? What do you think?" video, but some other mp3s of their album, out some time before we all die, have surfaced which bode better. Not least because Seattle is a gloriously tripped-out piece featuring our favourite vocalist for hire and yours, Emmy The Great. Weirder is the Iggy Pop fronted disturbing psychedelically tinged cover of the Monochrome Set's He's Frank. Bid could never have seen what they've done to his song coming.
MYSPACE INVADERS: Stars Of Sunday League is Euan Robinson, originally from Edinburgh. There's something about the Scottish accent in singer-songwriter business that makes it sound more honest and touching, we reckon, and Robinson's simple yet rich in charm songs, occasionally featuring the aforementioned Ms Emma-Lee Moss (he's also in her band), are just that. File next to the Fence collectivists and well inside the interconnected modern folk school of excellence.
VISUAL AID: In a cultural void that seriously considers that Lily Allen parodies might affect the proper Allen's chances in future, we thought we'd demonstrate to the kids that there was once an art to the pop hit comedy rewrite. Alright, maybe not an art, but a certain craft nonetheless. You wouldn't get anything like this now, certainly. Is that a good thing? Who can say. Presenting for the teenagers, then, the Barron Knights, fifty years' service next year in the service of extended storyline-based parodies of the hits of the day. Their own first hit, 1964's Call Up The Groups, imagined pop groups being conscripted for the services to tunes including I Wanna Be Your Man, Twist And Shout and Bits And Pieces. Follow up Pop Go The Workers commandeered Little Red Rooster and Baby Love in imagining singers finding jobs. We don't know if that audience is real or not, but Frankie Boyle never got such laughs. That Christmas it was time to pull out the pro-am Jagger of Satisfaction on Merry Gentle Pops. The format was still fresh, as much as it ever would be, in punk's 1977, Live In Trouble using You Make Me Feel Like Dancing, Brotherhood Of Man's Angelo and Float On in very much the humour of the time. Did we mention these were all top ten singles? Oh, and to prove how broad a church YouTube is, the provision of space to upload a home video of a man playing bass along to cube tribute of 1982 Mr Rubik must have been just what Tim Berners-Lee had in mind when he legged it down the patent office. And then there's the thorny issue of the Oasis to the Barron Knights' Blur, the Grumbleweeds, the Northern (Yorkshire) counterparts to Bedfordshire's BKs. More of a sketch troupe, it's true (and anyone who can point out the finer details involved in doing a straight impression of purposefully over the top fictional characters Dame Edna Everage and Les Patterson, please let us know), but they liked a good musical turn and could pull off an ELO impression if the occasion served. And two of them are still going! With impressions of Ozzy Osbourne and Lou & Andy and Ali G and Anne Robinson, and everything! Ahh, variety.
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* Truth be told, we'd like to see how Graham and Robin, those being their names, would tackle a musical impersonation of Johnny Foreigner (clearly drafting an extra in to be Junior, we dunno. Look, give us time to work this through, we're sure there's enough to work with) For raw material, they might like to study a full vidcast of their recent set at almost exotic for Londoners club night New Slang in Kingston upon Thames, including new songs, as supplied by feedbeat.com, which also features sets or parts thereof from Tubelord, Dartz and some people we've never heard of doing spoken word. With the right hairpiece and costume the nearly bald one could carry off Alexei, no sweat.
* Matador Records are this week's free label sampler providers, Intended Play Fall 2008 including tracks from the soon come Pavement Brighten The Corners: Nicene Creedence Ed. and Belle & Sebastian BBC Sessions albums, plus new Shearwater, Fucked Up, Times New Viking, Mogwai, AC Newman, Jay Reatard and live Lou Reed. Meanwhile, bloody hell, listen to this even though you'll never fully experience it in the same way - a decent enough quality for what it is bootleg from My Bloody Valentine's set at last month's NY ATP. Also, TV Cream has done a musical podcast. We're not ashamed to say it scares us slightly.
* News from Bob Stanley: "Well, the share value of Universal appears to have affected the release date of London Conversations. Either that or a fire in their Dutch East Indies depot. So it looks like it'll be in the 'shops' in January... News on the dates for Foxbase Alpha et cet deluxe editions as and when, but hopefully sooner than Xmas. In the meantime I'm trying to get my head around early 40s r&b for educational reasons. Something I've enjoyed a great deal is This Record Is Not To Be Broadcast, a collection of pre-rock things banned by the BBC. Ella Fitzgerald's 6 minute version of Bewitched is, umm, racy. Racier than Racey. Rock, you sinners. Bob xxx" Can't say fairer than that. (Well, you can, he could have said London Conversations hadn't been delayed *again*)
* One quick final thing - we went through our blog list with a fine tooth comb this week making additions and deletions, which got us to thinking about the traditional end of year album UK blogger poll. In the shell of a nut, what regularly updated and music based UK blogs are we missing down/across there? Let us know via the usual comment/Myspace/email channels and maybe you/they too can take part in the poll.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
The Weekly Sweep
Friday, October 31, 2008
No fun, they say at the DMCA
So the thing that's not unreasonably been sweeping the music blogs this week is the Google/DMCA cartel in which mp3 posts are being deleted often without notification, and don't think this is due to copyright crackdowns of the type we've often seen before - The Daily Growl pretty much has most of the direct links on the UK side you'll need and the story of how two long lost and mp3 deleted posts both featuring a then unsigned Johnny Flynn have gone. Others have lost tracks which labels or PRs have given them express permission to post, often with the UK label or press office left apparently clueless as to why. It's all because of how the RIAA and IFPI work against each other, by the look of it.
We have a spin on this ourselves, namely that we received a DMCA notice last week, except the post in question wasn't removed. This one, in fact, on which you'll notice the only mp3s offered are direct links to Slow Down Tallahassee songs held by the resolutely independent Thee SPC. Maybe they were taking pot shots. According to our quick audit last night nothing of ours has actually gone and we have backups anyway, but do let us know if something has been vanished (NB. you won't let us know at all, we know you readers too well)
This isn't an argument we want to overshadow everything else that STN does, not being a primarily mp3 blog, and when we are it tends more towards unsigned acts, although we're re-evaluating our traditional giveaways of tracks from the top 30 albums of the year just in case. But what's behind it? Well, guess, but they could have said something after years of softly-softly approaches (indeed, we have a quote somewhere from an official source saying they essentially had bigger fish to fry) There's certainly been no announcement of blog crackdowns we've heard or of explicit Blogger/RIAA linkups, and it's not difficult to unwrap the levels this is reaching (17 Seconds, who made everyone aware of what was initially going on when they lost a James Allan interview featuring two long deleted demos from when the band were giving them away through their own site, have had a wall of silence from the previously accomodating Glasvegas management) Well.... we dunno any more.
We have a spin on this ourselves, namely that we received a DMCA notice last week, except the post in question wasn't removed. This one, in fact, on which you'll notice the only mp3s offered are direct links to Slow Down Tallahassee songs held by the resolutely independent Thee SPC. Maybe they were taking pot shots. According to our quick audit last night nothing of ours has actually gone and we have backups anyway, but do let us know if something has been vanished (NB. you won't let us know at all, we know you readers too well)
This isn't an argument we want to overshadow everything else that STN does, not being a primarily mp3 blog, and when we are it tends more towards unsigned acts, although we're re-evaluating our traditional giveaways of tracks from the top 30 albums of the year just in case. But what's behind it? Well, guess, but they could have said something after years of softly-softly approaches (indeed, we have a quote somewhere from an official source saying they essentially had bigger fish to fry) There's certainly been no announcement of blog crackdowns we've heard or of explicit Blogger/RIAA linkups, and it's not difficult to unwrap the levels this is reaching (17 Seconds, who made everyone aware of what was initially going on when they lost a James Allan interview featuring two long deleted demos from when the band were giving them away through their own site, have had a wall of silence from the previously accomodating Glasvegas management) Well.... we dunno any more.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Pray this technology never falls into the wrong hands
Sky Larkin at the British Museum from Sky Larkin on Vimeo.
They've got their own website now, and apparently there's album samplers floating about. My, 2009 is looking good for the artist we've tipped, isn't it? Tipped in 2006, admittedly.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Unacceptable in the 80s
We were glad to read Pitchfork's chat with Gwenno Pipette on Thursday, specifically the bit where she revealed of their new material "There's a lot more 80s influence... you can actually dance to our songs now properly... there are Eurobeat elements and disco elements in there that weren't in there originally. It's exciting for all of us in the band, because it's a musical era that we're quite interested in." Glad to read it because, while these seem to be very early days in this progression blueprint - although of the new songs we've seen on YouTube we're not holding out excessive amounts of hope - it looks like there'll one less on the list when we come to compile the albums we're looking forward to in 2009.
Bluntly, the 1980s revival has run out of inspiration and needs to stop.
Now, this will be controversial for many reasons. For one, our countdown of the year's best albums is coming up and we know people will delight in pointing out the disparity between this statement and the records we do admire publicly, and also we have a large number of friends and readers (not the same thing, we're too wise for that) who like a lot of these people, but it's a view that's been there at the back of our mind for a while. What's happened is, now Guilty Pleasures has been assimilated, supposed 'guilty pleasures' are being recycled, given a lick of paint and a good media plugger and are re-emerging as 'the alternative'. Take Santogold, every one of whose singles since Creator has sounded like the solo work of a different Go-Gos member, Belinda Carlisle on LES Artistes and Jane Weidlin for Lights Out (can't wait for her to have a Gina Schock phase). Take Ladyhawke, who considers it a virtue that she sounds like 80s Fleetwood Mac even though those of us old enough to remember 80s Fleetwood Mac know they were solely the preserve of BBC local radio, BBC1 late night bought in In Concerts and the Montreaux music festivals. Take Chromeo, who can fuck right off. Sam Sparro's songs other than the borderline Black And Gold channel Howard Jones more than electropop. Little Boots, odds on to be the populist choice as the most prominent name in 2009 previews, is Deborah Harry (as in mid-80s solo) replacing Alison Moyet in Yazoo. And so on and so forth, until we reach the shining turd at the pinnacle, Keane, who may not have the gumption to hire pale suits, mirrorballs and two mixed race female backing singers with qualifications in synchronised arm swinging but have completely neutralised any need for a Simple Minds reunion. And for their hitmaking phase once they'd been introduced to New Romanticism Simple Minds were some distance from cool.
Not that it's all immediately point missing - the Mystery Jets and Alphabeat in their own ways recognised that pop from that era was actually about far more than preening chancers in Bogarde suits - but there's something suspicious about the way this is all now being heralded as the pop explosion of the decade-on-decade. What's happened here, and we're by no means the middle class apologist or blinkered indie boy we make out, is that it's as if the whole popism movement has given up. Girls Aloud and the Sugababes are settled into a holding pattern, their cohorts edging away from giving their singles properly forward thinking productions because it might upset commercial radio (side note of interest: one of the many people credited with writing one step away from Atomic Kitten single girls is Anna Macdonald, one of the new Pipettes) and after some GA acknowledgement a couple of years ago it's again as if producers and grown up fans never existed. There's no reason been given yet to get into The Saturdays. Deserved poptimist poster girl Rachel Stevens isn't coming back any time soon. Annie, given a bigger push this time around, put out a single that was a lesser retread of Chewing Gum and has now found spiritual kinship with Joe Lean & The Jing Jang Jong, "persuading" her major label to put the album release on the back burner not because of poor single sales, you understand, but because it was all wrong and she suddenly has new songs she needs to record for it now, announcing her intention to work with Paul Epworth. If in 2008 you announce an intention to work with 2005's Paul Epworth you may as well apply to audition in High School Musical 4: The College Years for all the musical worth it'll have. We as a collective of the likeminded liked the idea there of having 'our own' pop star, a pop queen in cahoots with the Scandinavian underground, it's just that nobody agreed with 'us'. No wonder the 'alternative' is in a blind panic reaching out for anything that's not Cheryl Cole approved.
Bluntly, the 1980s revival has run out of inspiration and needs to stop.
Now, this will be controversial for many reasons. For one, our countdown of the year's best albums is coming up and we know people will delight in pointing out the disparity between this statement and the records we do admire publicly, and also we have a large number of friends and readers (not the same thing, we're too wise for that) who like a lot of these people, but it's a view that's been there at the back of our mind for a while. What's happened is, now Guilty Pleasures has been assimilated, supposed 'guilty pleasures' are being recycled, given a lick of paint and a good media plugger and are re-emerging as 'the alternative'. Take Santogold, every one of whose singles since Creator has sounded like the solo work of a different Go-Gos member, Belinda Carlisle on LES Artistes and Jane Weidlin for Lights Out (can't wait for her to have a Gina Schock phase). Take Ladyhawke, who considers it a virtue that she sounds like 80s Fleetwood Mac even though those of us old enough to remember 80s Fleetwood Mac know they were solely the preserve of BBC local radio, BBC1 late night bought in In Concerts and the Montreaux music festivals. Take Chromeo, who can fuck right off. Sam Sparro's songs other than the borderline Black And Gold channel Howard Jones more than electropop. Little Boots, odds on to be the populist choice as the most prominent name in 2009 previews, is Deborah Harry (as in mid-80s solo) replacing Alison Moyet in Yazoo. And so on and so forth, until we reach the shining turd at the pinnacle, Keane, who may not have the gumption to hire pale suits, mirrorballs and two mixed race female backing singers with qualifications in synchronised arm swinging but have completely neutralised any need for a Simple Minds reunion. And for their hitmaking phase once they'd been introduced to New Romanticism Simple Minds were some distance from cool.
Not that it's all immediately point missing - the Mystery Jets and Alphabeat in their own ways recognised that pop from that era was actually about far more than preening chancers in Bogarde suits - but there's something suspicious about the way this is all now being heralded as the pop explosion of the decade-on-decade. What's happened here, and we're by no means the middle class apologist or blinkered indie boy we make out, is that it's as if the whole popism movement has given up. Girls Aloud and the Sugababes are settled into a holding pattern, their cohorts edging away from giving their singles properly forward thinking productions because it might upset commercial radio (side note of interest: one of the many people credited with writing one step away from Atomic Kitten single girls is Anna Macdonald, one of the new Pipettes) and after some GA acknowledgement a couple of years ago it's again as if producers and grown up fans never existed. There's no reason been given yet to get into The Saturdays. Deserved poptimist poster girl Rachel Stevens isn't coming back any time soon. Annie, given a bigger push this time around, put out a single that was a lesser retread of Chewing Gum and has now found spiritual kinship with Joe Lean & The Jing Jang Jong, "persuading" her major label to put the album release on the back burner not because of poor single sales, you understand, but because it was all wrong and she suddenly has new songs she needs to record for it now, announcing her intention to work with Paul Epworth. If in 2008 you announce an intention to work with 2005's Paul Epworth you may as well apply to audition in High School Musical 4: The College Years for all the musical worth it'll have. We as a collective of the likeminded liked the idea there of having 'our own' pop star, a pop queen in cahoots with the Scandinavian underground, it's just that nobody agreed with 'us'. No wonder the 'alternative' is in a blind panic reaching out for anything that's not Cheryl Cole approved.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Weekender : hitting and hoping
WHAT CD?
- There's some huge releases over the night few weeks, as previously noted, but according to our crib list as far as the schedule for new albums goes, assuming new label Anticon don't get the due on November 18th in North America new Anathallo album (better than Sufjan, says one early preview) out in Britain in time, tomorrow we settle all family business. With that in mind, let us gingerly approach the vexing issued of We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed. Actually, as you'll know if you've been following this development, this whole 'album' bit is something of a sore point with Team Campesinos!, who are insistent that despite being ten tracks and roughly 32 minutes long this does not qualify as the second LC! album, merely just another 'record'. As point of reference, according to an interview in a magazine the identity of which we've forgotten locally celebrated studio owner Mark Foley calls it an EEP - extended EP (extended extended player?) - and as we know from another Cardiff band Mark Foley was right, so there. It's still given us a proper dilemma with regard to how to deal with it when it comes round to our albums of the year countdown(s), but that's for another time. Specifics? Well, there'll be one run of CDs ever, apparently, in a big old box accompanied by a poster, a self-auteured DVD documentary on their weekends at festivals in August and a 30+ page booklet featuring contributions from the likes of Xiu Xiu, Grandaddy, Menomena, Parenthetical Girls and, somewhat less cross-culturally avant-garde, Paul Heaton. There's music in it as well, and what music it is too. Many have commented with furrowed brows about the three months between Hold On Now Youngster's release and the sessions with John Goodmanson that led to the alb...record coming into surprise to everyone being, and it's really the best of both worlds in terms of development - it won't scare the horses if you rightly adored that first/only album, yet it's darker, more wracked, more beaten down by life, love and not being a a faux-Irish striker who'd turned into a free-scoring French Ligue 2 star, an album that allows itself to be more of a coiled spring grower rather than the bouncy castle indiepop of HON,Y... People will miss this up and down the country - congratulations already to Simon Price, who reckons it sounds like a cross between Helen Love and Bis (somewhat overlooking Ollie, the band's actual non-machine drummer, we feel) - but there's too many ideas continuously coming off the band to allow them to get bogged down preaching to the converted. Musically it seems so much tighter now they're a proper consistently touring outfit, the violin and synths make more of an appearance and Between An Erupting Earth And An Exploding Sky is a 75 second reminder that the founding trio initially thought they'd be a post-rock band. Yes, of course it's stunning, but more than this Los Campesinos!, two al...collections of songs in, have already done it - they sound like nobody but themselves. More power to their fourteen elbows.
Apparently Gareth's taken to slipping the first verse of Kenickie's Millionaire Sweeper into You'll Need Those Fingers For Crossing live. Good work, sir!
- There was supposed to be a new MF Doom album out this week - we suspect the fact we were lining up to write about Born Into This, which is what it was due to be called, will surprise enough of you but whitey here will gladly use all sorts of post-ironic middle class outmoded fake street slang about Madvillainy and MM...Food - but it's been delayed indefinitely. You look surprised. So what else? Ah, Bloc Party, a band whose critical status has been gradually eroding and heading west over the last year and a half or so. They'll never be the wiry, angry band they were for Silent Alarm, too bogged down in the self-inflicted need to get away from a post-punk image that was set for them by others and too wound up in that whole, again unnecessary, believed notion of bold statements about modern life that in retrospect ended up getting wrapped up too often when it looked like it was getting somewhere in reminding us that Kele is part of the London star life by choice, no matter how much he tried to make us believe that he was only doing so out of spite. Kele Okereke - he ordered the foie gras and he ate it with complete disdain. Perhaps as a consequence Intimacy's CD issue seems to have approached without anyone noticing, but it's so nearly there trying to make that ground back up. They've learnt how to carry off an emotional slow love song and they're learning how to mesh their guitar sound with electronics, but the killer rhythm section is still reduced to being recorded through a wall and it's still more concerned with trying to bridge the gap between newness and what we already know of them. Can we blame the unimaginative bringing back for one last go round long spent force Paul Epworth and never started Jacknife Lee, the producers of both their previous albums? Yes, of course we can.
- A good crop of singles this week, although answers on a postcard if you can explain the reissue of Vampire Weekend's A-Punk.About a month ago we confidently stated to a friend that if Hereford's teenage chamber English folkists Gossamer Albatross's debut 7" The Ground Will Take Us Down, produced by Jonquil's Hugo Manuel, got airplay and attention from the right people the classical ambition on show could properly help them take off, such is the evident ambition and ability in these days when much lighter folk (not including Laura Marling, who puts out Night Terror) is given a far easier ride. We sit here on the eve of said 7"'s release with it being given bugger all coverage. It's us, isn't it? It's always us. Anyway, it's wonderful, and so are they. (Not that all that stuff is any less great or true, but Bailiwick have got in touch to tell us that production difficulties have delayed the Gossamer Albatross 7" for the time being) We still can't work out what to really make of Eugene McGuinness' album, so gradually does it unleash the charms that take the young Liverpool-based singer songwriter with thousands of ideas from post-Arctics strummer to preconception shattering stylistic mix-up. Moscow State Circus won't help that status much, as it's all of those things and more within four minutes. On download come the Hot Puppies, whose album ended up being a little too eager to flaunt the breadth of its low-rent glamour influences, both musically and namecheck-worthy, but Clarinet Town was where they got it just right.
After this point follows more reissues, repackages and compilations then you ever knew numbers of albums existed.
- Robert Wyatt is someone who's probably never been given enough due, meandering down his own path these last three decades uninhibited by fashion, backed by style shifting ensemble playing and teetering on his depictions of life real and imaginary, while ensuring that trite statement that pop and politics don't mix is ground into so much fine dust. Domino are reissuing most of his back catalogue, some in mid-November and the second, third and fourth releases now. Rock Bottom is his masterwork, the first after the fall that lost him the use of his legs, an intense, personal affair that lets its sometimes sparse, jazzily impressionistic charms spread slowly but surely, and ends with some glorious Ivor Cutler. Ruth Is Stranger Than Richard rewrites earlier, more out-there songs, and Nothing Can Stop Us is all covers but for one track, covering Strange Fruit, Chic's At Last I Am Free, The Red Flag, Ivor Cutler and left-wing acapella gospel standard Stalin Wasn't Stallin'. All unique in their own ways.
- Also bringing out three old albums for new inspection this week are Buzzcocks (like Pixies, everyone assumes the 'the'), all remastered and with an extra disc apiece of demos and live cuts. Buzzcocks have become known as punk-pop's foremost singles band and the one place everyone says you should start is Singles Going Steady, which is fair enough, but these first three albums have their buzzsaw charm. Another Music In A Different Kitchen features I Don't Mind, Orgasm Addict and What Do I Get?, Love Bites Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've), Love You More and Promises, while A Different Kind Of Tension was the last album of their first phase before innumerable reformations. A word for Martin Rushent, the producer whose guiding hand gives these songs their melodic tension and pinpoint accuracy and would also work to similar effect in their own ways with XTC, Generation X, the Stranglers, Altered Images and The Human League, for whom he produced Dare! before a row with Susanne Sulley led to him walking out and going into semi-retirement, the big jessie.
- Now that everyone has GarageBand or somesuch everyone does remix competitions in these Web 2.0 days, and nobody really listens to the results unless out of a tremendous sense of self-satisfaction. In 1983 all anyone had was turntables, tape and razorblades for cutting purposes when Tommy Boy Records held a competition to find a remix of a track by some long forgotten Afrika Bambaataa proteges. New York early hip hop collectors Steve Stein and Douglas Di Franco, working as Steinski and Double Dee, entered, and the results changed the genre's history. Although Grandmaster Flash had already done his work, Steinski is widely credited with being the first to explore the possibilities of cut and paste sample collages, stringing together song slabs, breakbeats and out of the way vocal samples into what became known as Lesson One, the first of three Lessons that showed what time, effort and ultra careful tape splicing could do for music, a lesson gladly taken up by everyone from Prince Paul to DJ Shadow to Girl Talk. What Does It All Mean? 1983-2006 Retrospective starts with the three Lessons and cherrypicks from everything except his brief spell on a major label, including the celebrated JFK commemoration The Motorcade Sped On, while a second disc is a top notch mix constructed over the course of a year and a half for Coldcut's Solid Steel radio show in 2002. (Our special agent has gone into this in greater detail for TLOBF)
- When Paul Morley quit the NME in 1982 he wanted a new outlet for his ideas of the absurd and of making things happen. Trevor Horn, meanwhile, wanted to form a label. The result was Zang Tumb Tuum (taken from an Italian Futurism poem), ZTT for short, a label that took the in-house agendas and mystique of a Factory with the realpolitik of early 80s chart pop. Result: a lot of records backed with grandiose publicity and lengthy Morley sleevenotes for the likes of Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Art Of Noise, Propaganda, 808 State, Shane MacGowan, Kirsty MacColl and Seal, all collected along with remixes and rarities in Zang Tumb Tuum: The ZTT Box along with a DVD featuring rare and otherwise videos and a 72 page book featuring interviews, photos and, whaddaya know, a lengthy Morley essay.
- And now, indie. Obviously not indie as Nick Grimshaw knows it, but proper lo-fi DIY indie that sees The Water Rats as ambition, although Comet Gain cleared that particular bar long ago. You'd do well to find a more cussed working British band than Comet Gain, from their famously ramshackle live outings to their Godard, Robert Forster and Kevin Rowland as mods worldview to the already celebrated Indietracks set where of the current six members one turned up with a scratch band (the official aftermath joke: "if I wanted to see a bunch of drunk people playing Comet Gain songs badly, I'd have gone to a Comet Gain gig") The Cribs are huge fans, inviting them as beer boy baffling support a few times and Gary Jarman sitting in on drums for a couple of gigs last year. Broken Record Prayers is, we suppose, as close as they'll get to a best of anthology, a twenty track modern history taking in only the period after the whole band bar frontman David Feck quit in 1997, a collection of A and B sides, Peel session tracks and three new songs. A week late, we know, but alongside this we must raise a flag for the Shop Assistants, a sweet and sour Edinburgh fivesome who were very much in the Jesus & Mary Chain's slipstream but equally at home with the shambling kids. Will Anything Happen? was their sole album, and the careful archivists at Cherry Red would quite like you to enjoy it all again.
- Echo and the Bunnymen's Ocean Rain, an album so off kilter with commercial possibilities of the time and yet so wide in its lush scope that it's influenced both Pavement and Coldplay, seems to be reissued on a bi-weekly basis, but we're assured this is the Collector's Edition with an extra disc of highlights from the band's two gigs at the Royal Albert Hall. The record buyers of the day didn't get it or their Machieavellian manoevures under Bill Drummond, made U2 huge instead and McCulloch's never shut up about it since And while we're about reissuing the stuff you might already have in new packages, Ian Dury's estate presents The Stiff Singles, The Peel Sessions & The Promo Videos, an eight disc box set featuring his seven Stiff Records singles in CD-sized replicas of their original 7" sleeves, the eighth being the first release of the Blockheads' only BBC session, for Peel, obviously. Also in there is the first commercial release of the band's six videos on a DVD and a booklet annotated by Chaz Jankel and Mickey Gallagher. And while we're about post-punk bands raiding those tapes that have been at the back of the drawer for two decades, Magazine start the clock ticking towards February's reunion gigs with the fifteen songs they recorded for The Peel Sessions, only previously issued as part of a long out of print box set and including covers of Sly and the Family Stone's Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Again) and Captain Beefheart's I Love You, You Big Dummy.
- And after all that, time to sit down with a good book. It's probably a year or two too late to catch their moment in the zeitgeist, but Paul Lester's Gang Of Four: Damaged Gods is the first proper attempt to make out how they hitched left-wing polemic to a virtually entirely new post-punk palette, and had quite a few situations along the way.
MYSPACE INVADERS: Swanton Bombs are one of those increasingly popular setups, the duo, one of whom may also be in the Mules, these having played Latitude and Green Man and supported the Dodos, Cut Off Your Hands and Cajun Dance Party and are about to do the same with Eugene McGuinness. Every review you'll find calls them punk, which proves by and large that amateur reviewers have a really limited stylistic palette - there's an attractive raggedness about them, going from no-nonsense blues riffola to colliding fracturedness at a switch. They're doubtless full of energetic tension live and with production focus have plenty of potential to be eked out. So there.
VISUAL AID: Before all this Christmas in October nonsense we were diving into the world of long forgotten songs by celebrities, and with the topic very much of the day all of a sudden there's clearly far more to harvest. Not least that, while we throw our hands up in horror at Peter Kay signing a publishing deal, someone once put out a single by the Krankies and nobody batted an eyelid. Or bought it, come to that. Double-tracked Wee Jimmy, that's what pop's been missing! Bizarrely, the description claimed it's "BANNED FROM U.K. NO LONGER AVAILABLE" as if it were I Spit On Your Grave rather than leaden glam by a husband and wife children's comedy/variety team. It's entirely possible that, say, Roger Moore could get his Telly Savalas-esque monologue over strings banned by The Man, though. Terry Wogan's The Floral Dance isn't entirely unknown, but his Top Of The Pops performance with an unwise live vocal is worth a look just to wonder what sort of shop sells shirts of that design, and at least he didn't try and play it as the ironic crooner as Jasper Carrott did. But it's not as easy as that in the cut-throat world of cash-in vinyl. We mean, how would you explain to any passing 17 year olds who Lorraine Chase was at her height? And how come YouTube's clip of Alexei Sayle's 'Ullo John! Gotta New Motor?, not you'd imagine the easiest of songs to travel the world with, is from Australian TV? So yeah, we could go on at length about Cliff Richard and the Young Ones' Living Doll or the Goodies outwitting the Bay City Rollers, but let us instead consider the plight of the household name who thinks they can make a go of this. Tommy Cooper had had a minor hit in 1961 with Don't Jump Off The Roof Dad, a cover of an American comedy song, and fourteen years later was tempted back into the studio to lay down two songs based on catchphrases, Just Like That and Magic Magic. Listen to that xylophone! And that beery backing singer chorus! And the way the B-side isn't really anything but a monologue incorporating coining of Stu Francis' catchphrase at 5:00!
LINKS EFFECT
* It can't really be every week that we pass on an appeal from really rather good current subjects of the STN Gigging Curse 4 Or 5 Magicians for new members on the offchance, but sometimes it feels like it. Dan? "Drummer #1 left to concentrate on a Physics degree then moved to America. Drummer #2 went to Switzerland for a year. Drummer #3 quit to concentrate on his other band where he sings and plays piano (Stars And Sons, if you must know - ed.) Drummer #4 has also just moved to Swtizerland believe it or not... We need a committed drummer, either in London, Brighton, or the south-east, or willing to move there, to join up. You don't have to currently be at a completely loose end, but you will need to be able to play gigs in London and Brighton and the surrounding areas on any given night of the week, about once a week (on average) for the foreseeable future, and be willing to quit your job / university or whatever (should it not be flexible) should the opportunity to tour more frequently arise / be necessary at some point early next year." Don't contact us, because we're not them, message the band direct.
* So you may know about Train Driver In Eyeliner, the fantastic sounding bill at the London Forum tomorrow celebrating the life of Nick Sanderson (Earl Brutus, J&MC etc) featuring the Jesus And Mary Chain, British Sea Power and Black Box Recorder. As an extra source, BSP are auctioning off a 7" of Remember Me inscribed to and adorned in tribute to Sanderson via their forum, closing at 6pm Tuesday. As with the gig, all proceeds to Nick's family.
* Some downloads. Big Scary Monsters like to deliver the goods, and the latest delivery is their Autumn Collection of six songs, this one with the likes of Tubelord and This Town Needs Guns on it. Up the other end of the commercial spectrum James Masterton, who writes the chart commentaries for Yahoo! Music, also does a weekly chart podcast, and in a special edition Counting Down The Hits discovers the art and fortunes of the Sunday afternoon chart show rundown itself, including comments from the current and former Hit 40 UK hosts and Joel from previous Radio 1 incumbents JK & Joel.
- There's some huge releases over the night few weeks, as previously noted, but according to our crib list as far as the schedule for new albums goes, assuming new label Anticon don't get the due on November 18th in North America new Anathallo album (better than Sufjan, says one early preview) out in Britain in time, tomorrow we settle all family business. With that in mind, let us gingerly approach the vexing issued of We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed. Actually, as you'll know if you've been following this development, this whole 'album' bit is something of a sore point with Team Campesinos!, who are insistent that despite being ten tracks and roughly 32 minutes long this does not qualify as the second LC! album, merely just another 'record'. As point of reference, according to an interview in a magazine the identity of which we've forgotten locally celebrated studio owner Mark Foley calls it an EEP - extended EP (extended extended player?) - and as we know from another Cardiff band Mark Foley was right, so there. It's still given us a proper dilemma with regard to how to deal with it when it comes round to our albums of the year countdown(s), but that's for another time. Specifics? Well, there'll be one run of CDs ever, apparently, in a big old box accompanied by a poster, a self-auteured DVD documentary on their weekends at festivals in August and a 30+ page booklet featuring contributions from the likes of Xiu Xiu, Grandaddy, Menomena, Parenthetical Girls and, somewhat less cross-culturally avant-garde, Paul Heaton. There's music in it as well, and what music it is too. Many have commented with furrowed brows about the three months between Hold On Now Youngster's release and the sessions with John Goodmanson that led to the alb...record coming into surprise to everyone being, and it's really the best of both worlds in terms of development - it won't scare the horses if you rightly adored that first/only album, yet it's darker, more wracked, more beaten down by life, love and not being a a faux-Irish striker who'd turned into a free-scoring French Ligue 2 star, an album that allows itself to be more of a coiled spring grower rather than the bouncy castle indiepop of HON,Y... People will miss this up and down the country - congratulations already to Simon Price, who reckons it sounds like a cross between Helen Love and Bis (somewhat overlooking Ollie, the band's actual non-machine drummer, we feel) - but there's too many ideas continuously coming off the band to allow them to get bogged down preaching to the converted. Musically it seems so much tighter now they're a proper consistently touring outfit, the violin and synths make more of an appearance and Between An Erupting Earth And An Exploding Sky is a 75 second reminder that the founding trio initially thought they'd be a post-rock band. Yes, of course it's stunning, but more than this Los Campesinos!, two al...collections of songs in, have already done it - they sound like nobody but themselves. More power to their fourteen elbows.
Apparently Gareth's taken to slipping the first verse of Kenickie's Millionaire Sweeper into You'll Need Those Fingers For Crossing live. Good work, sir!
- There was supposed to be a new MF Doom album out this week - we suspect the fact we were lining up to write about Born Into This, which is what it was due to be called, will surprise enough of you but whitey here will gladly use all sorts of post-ironic middle class outmoded fake street slang about Madvillainy and MM...Food - but it's been delayed indefinitely. You look surprised. So what else? Ah, Bloc Party, a band whose critical status has been gradually eroding and heading west over the last year and a half or so. They'll never be the wiry, angry band they were for Silent Alarm, too bogged down in the self-inflicted need to get away from a post-punk image that was set for them by others and too wound up in that whole, again unnecessary, believed notion of bold statements about modern life that in retrospect ended up getting wrapped up too often when it looked like it was getting somewhere in reminding us that Kele is part of the London star life by choice, no matter how much he tried to make us believe that he was only doing so out of spite. Kele Okereke - he ordered the foie gras and he ate it with complete disdain. Perhaps as a consequence Intimacy's CD issue seems to have approached without anyone noticing, but it's so nearly there trying to make that ground back up. They've learnt how to carry off an emotional slow love song and they're learning how to mesh their guitar sound with electronics, but the killer rhythm section is still reduced to being recorded through a wall and it's still more concerned with trying to bridge the gap between newness and what we already know of them. Can we blame the unimaginative bringing back for one last go round long spent force Paul Epworth and never started Jacknife Lee, the producers of both their previous albums? Yes, of course we can.
- A good crop of singles this week, although answers on a postcard if you can explain the reissue of Vampire Weekend's A-Punk.
After this point follows more reissues, repackages and compilations then you ever knew numbers of albums existed.
- Robert Wyatt is someone who's probably never been given enough due, meandering down his own path these last three decades uninhibited by fashion, backed by style shifting ensemble playing and teetering on his depictions of life real and imaginary, while ensuring that trite statement that pop and politics don't mix is ground into so much fine dust. Domino are reissuing most of his back catalogue, some in mid-November and the second, third and fourth releases now. Rock Bottom is his masterwork, the first after the fall that lost him the use of his legs, an intense, personal affair that lets its sometimes sparse, jazzily impressionistic charms spread slowly but surely, and ends with some glorious Ivor Cutler. Ruth Is Stranger Than Richard rewrites earlier, more out-there songs, and Nothing Can Stop Us is all covers but for one track, covering Strange Fruit, Chic's At Last I Am Free, The Red Flag, Ivor Cutler and left-wing acapella gospel standard Stalin Wasn't Stallin'. All unique in their own ways.
- Also bringing out three old albums for new inspection this week are Buzzcocks (like Pixies, everyone assumes the 'the'), all remastered and with an extra disc apiece of demos and live cuts. Buzzcocks have become known as punk-pop's foremost singles band and the one place everyone says you should start is Singles Going Steady, which is fair enough, but these first three albums have their buzzsaw charm. Another Music In A Different Kitchen features I Don't Mind, Orgasm Addict and What Do I Get?, Love Bites Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've), Love You More and Promises, while A Different Kind Of Tension was the last album of their first phase before innumerable reformations. A word for Martin Rushent, the producer whose guiding hand gives these songs their melodic tension and pinpoint accuracy and would also work to similar effect in their own ways with XTC, Generation X, the Stranglers, Altered Images and The Human League, for whom he produced Dare! before a row with Susanne Sulley led to him walking out and going into semi-retirement, the big jessie.
- Now that everyone has GarageBand or somesuch everyone does remix competitions in these Web 2.0 days, and nobody really listens to the results unless out of a tremendous sense of self-satisfaction. In 1983 all anyone had was turntables, tape and razorblades for cutting purposes when Tommy Boy Records held a competition to find a remix of a track by some long forgotten Afrika Bambaataa proteges. New York early hip hop collectors Steve Stein and Douglas Di Franco, working as Steinski and Double Dee, entered, and the results changed the genre's history. Although Grandmaster Flash had already done his work, Steinski is widely credited with being the first to explore the possibilities of cut and paste sample collages, stringing together song slabs, breakbeats and out of the way vocal samples into what became known as Lesson One, the first of three Lessons that showed what time, effort and ultra careful tape splicing could do for music, a lesson gladly taken up by everyone from Prince Paul to DJ Shadow to Girl Talk. What Does It All Mean? 1983-2006 Retrospective starts with the three Lessons and cherrypicks from everything except his brief spell on a major label, including the celebrated JFK commemoration The Motorcade Sped On, while a second disc is a top notch mix constructed over the course of a year and a half for Coldcut's Solid Steel radio show in 2002. (Our special agent has gone into this in greater detail for TLOBF)
- When Paul Morley quit the NME in 1982 he wanted a new outlet for his ideas of the absurd and of making things happen. Trevor Horn, meanwhile, wanted to form a label. The result was Zang Tumb Tuum (taken from an Italian Futurism poem), ZTT for short, a label that took the in-house agendas and mystique of a Factory with the realpolitik of early 80s chart pop. Result: a lot of records backed with grandiose publicity and lengthy Morley sleevenotes for the likes of Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Art Of Noise, Propaganda, 808 State, Shane MacGowan, Kirsty MacColl and Seal, all collected along with remixes and rarities in Zang Tumb Tuum: The ZTT Box along with a DVD featuring rare and otherwise videos and a 72 page book featuring interviews, photos and, whaddaya know, a lengthy Morley essay.
- And now, indie. Obviously not indie as Nick Grimshaw knows it, but proper lo-fi DIY indie that sees The Water Rats as ambition, although Comet Gain cleared that particular bar long ago. You'd do well to find a more cussed working British band than Comet Gain, from their famously ramshackle live outings to their Godard, Robert Forster and Kevin Rowland as mods worldview to the already celebrated Indietracks set where of the current six members one turned up with a scratch band (the official aftermath joke: "if I wanted to see a bunch of drunk people playing Comet Gain songs badly, I'd have gone to a Comet Gain gig") The Cribs are huge fans, inviting them as beer boy baffling support a few times and Gary Jarman sitting in on drums for a couple of gigs last year. Broken Record Prayers is, we suppose, as close as they'll get to a best of anthology, a twenty track modern history taking in only the period after the whole band bar frontman David Feck quit in 1997, a collection of A and B sides, Peel session tracks and three new songs. A week late, we know, but alongside this we must raise a flag for the Shop Assistants, a sweet and sour Edinburgh fivesome who were very much in the Jesus & Mary Chain's slipstream but equally at home with the shambling kids. Will Anything Happen? was their sole album, and the careful archivists at Cherry Red would quite like you to enjoy it all again.
- Echo and the Bunnymen's Ocean Rain, an album so off kilter with commercial possibilities of the time and yet so wide in its lush scope that it's influenced both Pavement and Coldplay, seems to be reissued on a bi-weekly basis, but we're assured this is the Collector's Edition with an extra disc of highlights from the band's two gigs at the Royal Albert Hall. The record buyers of the day didn't get it or their Machieavellian manoevures under Bill Drummond, made U2 huge instead and McCulloch's never shut up about it since And while we're about reissuing the stuff you might already have in new packages, Ian Dury's estate presents The Stiff Singles, The Peel Sessions & The Promo Videos, an eight disc box set featuring his seven Stiff Records singles in CD-sized replicas of their original 7" sleeves, the eighth being the first release of the Blockheads' only BBC session, for Peel, obviously. Also in there is the first commercial release of the band's six videos on a DVD and a booklet annotated by Chaz Jankel and Mickey Gallagher. And while we're about post-punk bands raiding those tapes that have been at the back of the drawer for two decades, Magazine start the clock ticking towards February's reunion gigs with the fifteen songs they recorded for The Peel Sessions, only previously issued as part of a long out of print box set and including covers of Sly and the Family Stone's Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Again) and Captain Beefheart's I Love You, You Big Dummy.
- And after all that, time to sit down with a good book. It's probably a year or two too late to catch their moment in the zeitgeist, but Paul Lester's Gang Of Four: Damaged Gods is the first proper attempt to make out how they hitched left-wing polemic to a virtually entirely new post-punk palette, and had quite a few situations along the way.
MYSPACE INVADERS: Swanton Bombs are one of those increasingly popular setups, the duo, one of whom may also be in the Mules, these having played Latitude and Green Man and supported the Dodos, Cut Off Your Hands and Cajun Dance Party and are about to do the same with Eugene McGuinness. Every review you'll find calls them punk, which proves by and large that amateur reviewers have a really limited stylistic palette - there's an attractive raggedness about them, going from no-nonsense blues riffola to colliding fracturedness at a switch. They're doubtless full of energetic tension live and with production focus have plenty of potential to be eked out. So there.
VISUAL AID: Before all this Christmas in October nonsense we were diving into the world of long forgotten songs by celebrities, and with the topic very much of the day all of a sudden there's clearly far more to harvest. Not least that, while we throw our hands up in horror at Peter Kay signing a publishing deal, someone once put out a single by the Krankies and nobody batted an eyelid. Or bought it, come to that. Double-tracked Wee Jimmy, that's what pop's been missing! Bizarrely, the description claimed it's "BANNED FROM U.K. NO LONGER AVAILABLE" as if it were I Spit On Your Grave rather than leaden glam by a husband and wife children's comedy/variety team. It's entirely possible that, say, Roger Moore could get his Telly Savalas-esque monologue over strings banned by The Man, though. Terry Wogan's The Floral Dance isn't entirely unknown, but his Top Of The Pops performance with an unwise live vocal is worth a look just to wonder what sort of shop sells shirts of that design, and at least he didn't try and play it as the ironic crooner as Jasper Carrott did. But it's not as easy as that in the cut-throat world of cash-in vinyl. We mean, how would you explain to any passing 17 year olds who Lorraine Chase was at her height? And how come YouTube's clip of Alexei Sayle's 'Ullo John! Gotta New Motor?, not you'd imagine the easiest of songs to travel the world with, is from Australian TV? So yeah, we could go on at length about Cliff Richard and the Young Ones' Living Doll or the Goodies outwitting the Bay City Rollers, but let us instead consider the plight of the household name who thinks they can make a go of this. Tommy Cooper had had a minor hit in 1961 with Don't Jump Off The Roof Dad, a cover of an American comedy song, and fourteen years later was tempted back into the studio to lay down two songs based on catchphrases, Just Like That and Magic Magic. Listen to that xylophone! And that beery backing singer chorus! And the way the B-side isn't really anything but a monologue incorporating coining of Stu Francis' catchphrase at 5:00!
LINKS EFFECT
* It can't really be every week that we pass on an appeal from really rather good current subjects of the STN Gigging Curse 4 Or 5 Magicians for new members on the offchance, but sometimes it feels like it. Dan? "Drummer #1 left to concentrate on a Physics degree then moved to America. Drummer #2 went to Switzerland for a year. Drummer #3 quit to concentrate on his other band where he sings and plays piano (Stars And Sons, if you must know - ed.) Drummer #4 has also just moved to Swtizerland believe it or not... We need a committed drummer, either in London, Brighton, or the south-east, or willing to move there, to join up. You don't have to currently be at a completely loose end, but you will need to be able to play gigs in London and Brighton and the surrounding areas on any given night of the week, about once a week (on average) for the foreseeable future, and be willing to quit your job / university or whatever (should it not be flexible) should the opportunity to tour more frequently arise / be necessary at some point early next year." Don't contact us, because we're not them, message the band direct.
* So you may know about Train Driver In Eyeliner, the fantastic sounding bill at the London Forum tomorrow celebrating the life of Nick Sanderson (Earl Brutus, J&MC etc) featuring the Jesus And Mary Chain, British Sea Power and Black Box Recorder. As an extra source, BSP are auctioning off a 7" of Remember Me inscribed to and adorned in tribute to Sanderson via their forum, closing at 6pm Tuesday. As with the gig, all proceeds to Nick's family.
* Some downloads. Big Scary Monsters like to deliver the goods, and the latest delivery is their Autumn Collection of six songs, this one with the likes of Tubelord and This Town Needs Guns on it. Up the other end of the commercial spectrum James Masterton, who writes the chart commentaries for Yahoo! Music, also does a weekly chart podcast, and in a special edition Counting Down The Hits discovers the art and fortunes of the Sunday afternoon chart show rundown itself, including comments from the current and former Hit 40 UK hosts and Joel from previous Radio 1 incumbents JK & Joel.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
The Weekly Sweep
Friday, October 24, 2008
Oh bloody hell
MUSIC: Orange Unsigned Act
On: Channel 4
Date: Sunday 2nd November 2008 (starting in 8 days)
Time: 12:40 to 13:45 (1 hour and 5 minutes long)
Alex Zane hosts the second series of the search for the best unsigned music act in the UK. At stake is a huge record contract with Universal Music. This year Lauren Laverne joins the panel alongside Alex James and the man who signed Duffy, Simon Gavin.
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On: Channel 4
Date: Sunday 2nd November 2008 (starting in 8 days)
Time: 12:40 to 13:45 (1 hour and 5 minutes long)
Alex Zane hosts the second series of the search for the best unsigned music act in the UK. At stake is a huge record contract with Universal Music. This year Lauren Laverne joins the panel alongside Alex James and the man who signed Duffy, Simon Gavin.
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Nostalgia television
As ITV celebrate 25 years since 1983, surely Bob Mills' In Bed With Medinner takes on the third channel's 1979-1980 disco dancing fad are worth a look:
Ken Campbell?! (Shame nobody in the audience recognised him, though)
Ken Campbell?! (Shame nobody in the audience recognised him, though)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Someone to drive you mad
The reason we can never fully go along with the whole 'landfill indie' backlash no matter how genuine the rotten-ness of the bands corralled into it is its inherent smugness, the way it's always approached as if finally some great truth (that everyone else spotted at inception, maybe even Mark Beaumont) can be revealed, the approach of being told who to hate because it's easier than listing who to love. A lot of people crowed about the Independent article that crystallised all this, but essentially it was a journalist being given two pages of a major national newspaper to list bands they didn't like as if they were an eleven year old writing in their rough book.
(In fact, we get far more annoyed by those who present themselves as some sort of alternative despite having precisely the same number of ideas, because at least commercial guitar bands aren't trying to hide their Pete Doherty ambitions. If we must play this facile game between us, we'd honestly rather see Late Of The Pier split than The View.)
Eventually, this is what it leads to - the self-same newspaper getting someone to list bands they think should split up. Nyah nyah nyah-nyah nyah. It'd be uniquely cloying even if the springboard for it wasn't an incident nobody affected could really help, the Long Blondes split (you know, the Long Blondes who endless commentators reassured us were nothing like the commercial indie you hate) Indeed, the only levity from the piece comes when you read it and realise Cat Gordon clearly didn't know (/care?) about Dorian's stroke being the breakup catalyst, just saw a headline somewhere about it and decided to write a piece celebrating
before an editor took them aside to mention that it might seem a touch insensitive at the moment, hence that pasted in "actually they had some really good songs, I don't mean them harm really" second paragraph, which given they then forget to edit out the way they immediately declare medical incapacitation has "made my day" and spend the rest of the piece going 'look at me listing bands I don't like!' regardless, which even Gordon runs out of patience with before the end ("The Editors - we haven’t got time" - yes you have, it's a blog and you haven't explained yourself through choice because you've decided you can't be arsed) is astonishingly jarring.
Funnily enough, nobody on the Independent's sports desk has today listed rugby league players they'd like to see in car crashes.
(In fact, we get far more annoyed by those who present themselves as some sort of alternative despite having precisely the same number of ideas, because at least commercial guitar bands aren't trying to hide their Pete Doherty ambitions. If we must play this facile game between us, we'd honestly rather see Late Of The Pier split than The View.)
Eventually, this is what it leads to - the self-same newspaper getting someone to list bands they think should split up. Nyah nyah nyah-nyah nyah. It'd be uniquely cloying even if the springboard for it wasn't an incident nobody affected could really help, the Long Blondes split (you know, the Long Blondes who endless commentators reassured us were nothing like the commercial indie you hate) Indeed, the only levity from the piece comes when you read it and realise Cat Gordon clearly didn't know (/care?) about Dorian's stroke being the breakup catalyst, just saw a headline somewhere about it and decided to write a piece celebrating
before an editor took them aside to mention that it might seem a touch insensitive at the moment, hence that pasted in "actually they had some really good songs, I don't mean them harm really" second paragraph, which given they then forget to edit out the way they immediately declare medical incapacitation has "made my day" and spend the rest of the piece going 'look at me listing bands I don't like!' regardless, which even Gordon runs out of patience with before the end ("The Editors - we haven’t got time" - yes you have, it's a blog and you haven't explained yourself through choice because you've decided you can't be arsed) is astonishingly jarring.
Funnily enough, nobody on the Independent's sports desk has today listed rugby league players they'd like to see in car crashes.
Monday, October 20, 2008
The Primer #3: Joe Meek
A certain sphere of music criticism enjoys celebrating the underdog, those that sold nothing in their day but went on to be surface influential to those who conquered the world. It's not the same for producers, for whom the most progressively minded producers (not as in those who produce themselves, let's make clear) are still seeing themselves as bringing their ideas to the pop sphere, so whether it be Sam Philips, Phil Spector, Norman Whitfield, Arif Mardin, George Martin, Trevor Horn, Tony Visconti, Timbaland or whoever, these are all producers whose clients are instantly recognisable throughout the ages.
Joe Meek was as much a pop producer at heart as any of those, albeit for a shorter period (three UK number ones), yet his pioneering DIY and independently rebellious auteur image has given him the kind of outsider status that cults thrive on. Following the close friends, associates and fans interviewing documentary released to art festival showings earlier this year A Life In The Death Of Joe Meek comes the premiere as part of the London Film Festival on 25th October and again on the 28th of Telstar, the film of the well regarded play co-written, adapted and directed by Nick Moran, starring acclaimed musical actor Con O'Neill as Meek and also featuring Kevin Spacey, Pam Ferris, Ralf Little, James Cordon, Rita Tushingham, Nigel Harman, erm, Carl Barat and Justin Hawkins. High time, then, to look into why he's so revered.
Robert George Meek, born 1929 in Newent, Forest Of Dean (home to the National Birds of Prey Centre and Europe's largest cul-de-sac) had an early interest in putting on a show, staging magic shows for children and being dressed as a girl by his mother. It was a fascination with electrics that was his real first love, though, building his own gadgets by taking the backs of old radios and record players, rigging up nascent PAs and setting up a mobile DJing kit. A National Service spell in the RAF as a radar technician helped his interest along. After demob, he bought an acetate disc cutter and in 1953 moved to London to become a sound engineer for a radio production company that made programming for Radio Luxembourg and then a studio recording engineer, and would surreptitously add effects and tricks onto recordings regardless of whether he'd been asked to. One such ploy saw him mess with the final mix of Humphrey Lyttleton's Bad Penny Blues, putting the piano part to the front and distorting the bass. It became trad jazz's first top 20 single. By day working in studios, he set up a small recording facility in his flat where he'd record tone deaf demos of songs he'd written, mostly inspired by his point of obsession hero Buddy Holly.
After being sacked from Lansdowne Recording Studios (where the Sex Pistols would later record Anarchy In The UK, following any number of 60s British Invaders) due to a clash of personalities with the owner, in 1960 Meek co-founded Triumph Records, possibly the first British independent label. One of its first releases was his own I Hear a New World - An Outer Space Music Fantasy. Playing on Meek's penchant for outer space and equipment manipulation and largely made flesh by The Blue Men, an adapted skiffle group, it was Meek's largely instrumental attempt "to create a picture in music of what could be up there in outer space", a blend of the band, found sounds, electronic pulses and special effects that was less late 50s kitsch the subject might suggest than presaging psychedelia and Eno ambient. Due to finance issues only the first side came out as an EP, the whole album not fully issued until 1991 (the 2002 reissue has a half hour interview with Meek about his processes added).
Joe Meek/The Blue Men - I Hear A New World
There were more conventional releases, most notably teenage fantasy Angela Jones by Michael Cox, heavily supported by Jack Good's television programmes and making number seven, arguably not going higher due to Triumph's inability to press enough copies through independent pressing plants. The label proved to be somewhat short of cost effective, but a rich toy emporter benefactor stepped in and enabled Meek to set up RGM Sound Ltd and upgrade both studio and flat to a premises above a leather goods shop on 304 Holloway Road, N7.
Photo adapted for size from Houseplant Picture Studio, which also reveals the leather goods shop is now a cycle store
Holloway Road wasn't the most comfortable of settings, being on the third floor, but Meek knew he now had the room and wherewithal to do what he pleased with the sounds he was trying to create. He knew he couldn't create them without a sideman, though, and through publisher auditions met Geoff Goddard, a Royal Academy of Music trained pianist whom Meek briefly attempted to launch as Anton Hollywood. It was as a writer he'd become more successful, not least when the first release from the new studios became a number one. John Leyton was a rising young actor (in fact he briefly appears in Telstar) who like many a successful with teenagers actor of the day was hastened towards the studio, and after a couple of flops Goddard offered the orchestral death disc Johnny Remember Me, which he would claim had been written with the aid of a seance. The recording session itself leant itself to many a Meek legend, with vocals recorded in the bathroom and a string section arranged on the stairs for the acoustics necessary to create the eerie, echoey sound Meek had made his own, plus the then in-house backing band The Outlaws, including future Dave cohort Chas Hodges. At the time Leyton was appearing in ITV department store drama Harpers West One as a character called Johnny St. Cyr and his manager arranged for the song to be mock-performed on the show, with the required chart results.
John Leyton - Johnny Remember Me
Nobody had heard a hit quite like this before, especially not one that clocked up five weeks atop the chart, and Meek's setup became an industry talking point, as much anti ("a recording studio is the place to record" one columnist railed) as pro, Meek claiming "I make records to entertain the public, not square connoisseurs who just don’t know”. A lot of his recordings weren't hits at all, but most were deeply fascinating. Overseen by a pair of men deeply fascinated by the occult and taken to visiting graveyards and haunting sites overnight, Screaming Lord Sutch, whose stage antics essentially invented Alice Cooper, recorded and plotted outlandish publicity stunts with Joe, and The Moontrekkers' Night Of The Vampire was banned by the BBC and has been credited with inventing goth about two decades too early (the band hadn't been instrumental until Meek worked with them, although the singer's sacking is something we doubt Rod Stewart has had much cause to bemoan lately). Some of these recordings were known to have been rejected by labels and mastertape cutting engineers as they would damage domestic speakers.
The Moontrekkers - Night Of The Vampire
For a good period of this time Meek had his next big success under his nose but hadn't realised it until his latest in-house band were asked to back Billy Fury on tour. The Tornados - Alan Caddy on lead guitar, Heinz Burt on bass, Matt Bellamy of Muse's father George on rhythm guitar, Roger Lavern on keyboards and drummer Clem Cattini (who went on to hold the record for most UK number ones played on, appearing on 44 chart toppers ranging from It's Not Unusual, The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore and You Don't Have to Say You Love Me to Grandad, Two Little Boys and Ernie The Fastest Milkman In The West) - were the guinea pigs for Meek's tribute to the AT&T communications satellite Telstar, which went into orbit in July 1962, five weeks before the single named after it was released. Making heavy use of Goddard's clavioline keyboard and inspired by I Hear A New World's advances, it not only topped the UK chart for five weeks but the Billboard Hot 100 for three, making the Tornados the first UK band to have a US number one, estimated worldwide sales standing at five million. Famously, it was also one of Margaret Thatcher's Desert Island Discs. The band did have other hits, Globetrotter reaching number five and Robot nineteen, but Meek was by this time high on the hog and buying ever more equipment for the studio, at least until French composer, Jean Ledrut accused Meek of plagiarism, claiming that the tune of Telstar had been copied from his own earlier work Le Marche d'Austerlitz. It is now thought very unlikely that Meek would have been aware of Ledrut, but the resultant lawsuit prevented him from receiving any further royalties until 1968, by which time it was too late.
The Tornados - Telstar
The Tornados' German bass player, Heinz Burt, wasn't allowed to merely drift away, however. Homosexual Meek - a lot of his depression and paranoia has been attributed to his feelings over his sexual proclivities, not legalised in the UK until 1967 - had taken an unconsummated shine to Burt, and when Goddard came up with Eddie Cochran tribute Just Like Eddie Meek, who had already split Burt from both band and professional surname, persuaded him to record it with yet another Meek band, The Saints, plus Outlaws guitarist Ritchie Blackmore (later of Deep Purple and Rainbow). A number five in August 1963, Meek was now in position where he could independently record a string of unknowns and sell the results to the major labels for big money, meaning the Meek rarities market is almost as crowded as the Northern Soul catalogue.
On November 11th 1963 Meek, who was as openly homosexual as the times would allow, was arrested for "importuning for immoral purposes" in a gents near the studio and fined £15, a possible set up and certainly one that would lead to incidents of blackmail which didn't help his mental state or legendary fits of temper. Additionally the beat group era who were more reliant on self-written songs and the pure pop of melody rather than svengali producers was on his tail with the rise of the Beatles and Merseybeat, although one such group, The Honeycombs, came under Meek's auspices. Famed at the time for having a female drummer, one Honey Lantree who supposedly inspired Karen Carpenter to take up the drums, they provided him with his last UK number one, the stomping Have I The Right featuring a bass drum sound achieved by the group stamping on the stairs of the studio, the underside of which had been attached four microphones.
However, the success came at a personal price - Geoff Goddard launched legal proceedings claiming that the prolific Ken Howard and Alan Blaikley had plagirised his own Give Me The Chance, and not only lost but saw Meek side against him. Goddard left Holloway Road employment and faded out of the business, taking a job in catering at Reading University where he ended up working in the kitchens (his later colleagues included two hard-up students who became Yan and Noble of British Sea Power, who would write The Lonely about him) and died in May 2000.
Meek's professional life was coming apart at the seams. Tom Jones, who he'd auditioned and turned down, was having hits. The Tornados and Heinz were fading away while the Honeycombs fell apart within two years. The deals Meek signed with major labels were full of loopholes and financing wasn't there. Meek was heavily into pills, including LSD, and seances, an unwise combination. Some of his music was as inventive as ever, moving on to psychedelia, Mod and freakbeat...
The Syndicats - Crawdaddy Simone
Glenda Collins - It's Hard To Believe It
...and after Merseybeat band The Cryin' Shames took a Meek produced cover of The Drifters' Please Stay to the top thirty in 1966 Brian Epstein supposedly offered his more famous charges to Meek with no dice, and when a London visiting Phil Spector called to express his love of the sound an increasingly paranoid Meek, who already believed Decca were bugging the premises, angrily accused Spector of stealing his ideas before hanging up. Meek ended up placing listening devices around the studio in case musicians were talking about him. At one point he was found beaten up and unconscious in his car, perhaps related to gangland threats against the Tornados as much as those around his sexuality.
When in January 1967 police found the body of Bernard Oliver, an alleged rent boy and past associate, mutilated and disposed of in a suitcase, Meek was alarmed when reports sugested police would be interviewing all known homosexuals in the city. On 3rd February 1967, the eighth anniversary of his hero Buddy Holly's death, heavily in debt and drug-paranoid, Meek was attempting to record his latest studio assistant when landlady Violet Shenton was called up, Meek believed to have been on the verge of being thrown out for non-payment of rent. Meek had a single barreled shotgun, registered to Heinz Burt and confiscated by Meek some time before when Burt left after a brief period living in the property. He now retrieved it and used it to blast Shenton in the back of the head, before turning it on himself. He was subsequently buried at Newent Cemetery.
Meek's legacy took some time to reassert itself, largely through the work of collectors and obscurists from the late 70s onwards. A 1991 BBC2 Arena documentary, The Strange Story Of Joe Meek (which we've found on torrent sites if you're interested) is credited with kickstarting the renaissance as well as a reissue and excavation program which continues. His influence is felt across music, from pop producers to leftfield beatmakers, both Orbital and Saint Etienne regarding him as a major inspiration. He pioneered effects in overdubbing, tape manipulation, miking, distortion, compression, reverb, instrument seperation, recording of rhythm sections, composite recording and sampling found sounds, always taking the sound spectrum first ahead of the tune, single-mindedly searching for a unique sonic signature for each record, these out of the way, supposedly unworkable advances now treated as standard. Unlike his contemporary Phil Spector, he wouldn't hire great numbers of musicians and backing singers to create the overwhelming effect but would record individually and mix together as he wanted. Meek turns up as a character in acclaimed gangland novel The Long Firm - writer Jake Arnott has a cameo role in the film - and songs have been written in his honour by the likes of Wreckless Eric, Graham Parker and, if you believe her story of the background to her single A Change Would Do You Good, Sheryl Crow. Meek may not be the most famous name outside certain circles, but his working methods were as groundbreaking as his life was fraught.
Further reading:
The Joe Meek Appreciation Society, formed in 1991, is "dedicated to keeping Joe Meek's name and his musical legacy alive" and runs a full membership scheme as well as keeping track on all current movements. This, oddly, is not to be confused with Joe Meek RGMAS. Meanwhile the dual language The Joe Meek Page attempts an entire discography. There's a few newspaper and magazine pieces we've trawled to write the above, but Jon Savage's essay for Observer Music Monthly on Meek's homosexuality, with reference to celebrated Tornados B-side Do You Come Here Often?, adds extra background for the times.
BUYER'S GUIDE: As stated somewhere in there, new discoveries are turning up all the time, the so-called "Tea Chest demos" as all his tapes were kept in 67 tea chests still being excavated - 1850 such tapes recently failed to sell at general auction despite including in the haul early recordings of Tom Jones, Gene Vincent and Billy Fury, plus David Bowie's first band The Konrads. Joe Meek: The RGM Legacy - Portrait of a Genius is a four disc box set that attempts a whole career overview, including rarities, demos, interview clips and alternate versions, plus liner notes by Bob Stanley. Telstar - The Hits Of Joe Meek reduces the 'hits' to two discs and 36 tracks on Sanctuary's budget promotion, while It's Hard To Believe It - The Amazing World Of Joe Meek is a more judiciously cherrypicked 21 track compilation. 56 track Joe Meek: The Alchemist of Pop fits somewhere in the middle. The EP Collection recreates twelve four-track EPs, including Telstar. I Hear A New World is reissued every so often. Let's Go - Joe Meek's Girls shows he could work really well with female singers, including the Sharades, the trio we singled out in the girl group Primer, while Joe Meek Freak Beat: You're Holding Me Down demonstrates that as the 60s wore on he didn't lose all his rampaging touch.
Joe Meek was as much a pop producer at heart as any of those, albeit for a shorter period (three UK number ones), yet his pioneering DIY and independently rebellious auteur image has given him the kind of outsider status that cults thrive on. Following the close friends, associates and fans interviewing documentary released to art festival showings earlier this year A Life In The Death Of Joe Meek comes the premiere as part of the London Film Festival on 25th October and again on the 28th of Telstar, the film of the well regarded play co-written, adapted and directed by Nick Moran, starring acclaimed musical actor Con O'Neill as Meek and also featuring Kevin Spacey, Pam Ferris, Ralf Little, James Cordon, Rita Tushingham, Nigel Harman, erm, Carl Barat and Justin Hawkins. High time, then, to look into why he's so revered.
Robert George Meek, born 1929 in Newent, Forest Of Dean (home to the National Birds of Prey Centre and Europe's largest cul-de-sac) had an early interest in putting on a show, staging magic shows for children and being dressed as a girl by his mother. It was a fascination with electrics that was his real first love, though, building his own gadgets by taking the backs of old radios and record players, rigging up nascent PAs and setting up a mobile DJing kit. A National Service spell in the RAF as a radar technician helped his interest along. After demob, he bought an acetate disc cutter and in 1953 moved to London to become a sound engineer for a radio production company that made programming for Radio Luxembourg and then a studio recording engineer, and would surreptitously add effects and tricks onto recordings regardless of whether he'd been asked to. One such ploy saw him mess with the final mix of Humphrey Lyttleton's Bad Penny Blues, putting the piano part to the front and distorting the bass. It became trad jazz's first top 20 single. By day working in studios, he set up a small recording facility in his flat where he'd record tone deaf demos of songs he'd written, mostly inspired by his point of obsession hero Buddy Holly.
After being sacked from Lansdowne Recording Studios (where the Sex Pistols would later record Anarchy In The UK, following any number of 60s British Invaders) due to a clash of personalities with the owner, in 1960 Meek co-founded Triumph Records, possibly the first British independent label. One of its first releases was his own I Hear a New World - An Outer Space Music Fantasy. Playing on Meek's penchant for outer space and equipment manipulation and largely made flesh by The Blue Men, an adapted skiffle group, it was Meek's largely instrumental attempt "to create a picture in music of what could be up there in outer space", a blend of the band, found sounds, electronic pulses and special effects that was less late 50s kitsch the subject might suggest than presaging psychedelia and Eno ambient. Due to finance issues only the first side came out as an EP, the whole album not fully issued until 1991 (the 2002 reissue has a half hour interview with Meek about his processes added).
Joe Meek/The Blue Men - I Hear A New World
There were more conventional releases, most notably teenage fantasy Angela Jones by Michael Cox, heavily supported by Jack Good's television programmes and making number seven, arguably not going higher due to Triumph's inability to press enough copies through independent pressing plants. The label proved to be somewhat short of cost effective, but a rich toy emporter benefactor stepped in and enabled Meek to set up RGM Sound Ltd and upgrade both studio and flat to a premises above a leather goods shop on 304 Holloway Road, N7.
Photo adapted for size from Houseplant Picture Studio, which also reveals the leather goods shop is now a cycle store
Holloway Road wasn't the most comfortable of settings, being on the third floor, but Meek knew he now had the room and wherewithal to do what he pleased with the sounds he was trying to create. He knew he couldn't create them without a sideman, though, and through publisher auditions met Geoff Goddard, a Royal Academy of Music trained pianist whom Meek briefly attempted to launch as Anton Hollywood. It was as a writer he'd become more successful, not least when the first release from the new studios became a number one. John Leyton was a rising young actor (in fact he briefly appears in Telstar) who like many a successful with teenagers actor of the day was hastened towards the studio, and after a couple of flops Goddard offered the orchestral death disc Johnny Remember Me, which he would claim had been written with the aid of a seance. The recording session itself leant itself to many a Meek legend, with vocals recorded in the bathroom and a string section arranged on the stairs for the acoustics necessary to create the eerie, echoey sound Meek had made his own, plus the then in-house backing band The Outlaws, including future Dave cohort Chas Hodges. At the time Leyton was appearing in ITV department store drama Harpers West One as a character called Johnny St. Cyr and his manager arranged for the song to be mock-performed on the show, with the required chart results.
John Leyton - Johnny Remember Me
Nobody had heard a hit quite like this before, especially not one that clocked up five weeks atop the chart, and Meek's setup became an industry talking point, as much anti ("a recording studio is the place to record" one columnist railed) as pro, Meek claiming "I make records to entertain the public, not square connoisseurs who just don’t know”. A lot of his recordings weren't hits at all, but most were deeply fascinating. Overseen by a pair of men deeply fascinated by the occult and taken to visiting graveyards and haunting sites overnight, Screaming Lord Sutch, whose stage antics essentially invented Alice Cooper, recorded and plotted outlandish publicity stunts with Joe, and The Moontrekkers' Night Of The Vampire was banned by the BBC and has been credited with inventing goth about two decades too early (the band hadn't been instrumental until Meek worked with them, although the singer's sacking is something we doubt Rod Stewart has had much cause to bemoan lately). Some of these recordings were known to have been rejected by labels and mastertape cutting engineers as they would damage domestic speakers.
The Moontrekkers - Night Of The Vampire
For a good period of this time Meek had his next big success under his nose but hadn't realised it until his latest in-house band were asked to back Billy Fury on tour. The Tornados - Alan Caddy on lead guitar, Heinz Burt on bass, Matt Bellamy of Muse's father George on rhythm guitar, Roger Lavern on keyboards and drummer Clem Cattini (who went on to hold the record for most UK number ones played on, appearing on 44 chart toppers ranging from It's Not Unusual, The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore and You Don't Have to Say You Love Me to Grandad, Two Little Boys and Ernie The Fastest Milkman In The West) - were the guinea pigs for Meek's tribute to the AT&T communications satellite Telstar, which went into orbit in July 1962, five weeks before the single named after it was released. Making heavy use of Goddard's clavioline keyboard and inspired by I Hear A New World's advances, it not only topped the UK chart for five weeks but the Billboard Hot 100 for three, making the Tornados the first UK band to have a US number one, estimated worldwide sales standing at five million. Famously, it was also one of Margaret Thatcher's Desert Island Discs. The band did have other hits, Globetrotter reaching number five and Robot nineteen, but Meek was by this time high on the hog and buying ever more equipment for the studio, at least until French composer, Jean Ledrut accused Meek of plagiarism, claiming that the tune of Telstar had been copied from his own earlier work Le Marche d'Austerlitz. It is now thought very unlikely that Meek would have been aware of Ledrut, but the resultant lawsuit prevented him from receiving any further royalties until 1968, by which time it was too late.
The Tornados - Telstar
The Tornados' German bass player, Heinz Burt, wasn't allowed to merely drift away, however. Homosexual Meek - a lot of his depression and paranoia has been attributed to his feelings over his sexual proclivities, not legalised in the UK until 1967 - had taken an unconsummated shine to Burt, and when Goddard came up with Eddie Cochran tribute Just Like Eddie Meek, who had already split Burt from both band and professional surname, persuaded him to record it with yet another Meek band, The Saints, plus Outlaws guitarist Ritchie Blackmore (later of Deep Purple and Rainbow). A number five in August 1963, Meek was now in position where he could independently record a string of unknowns and sell the results to the major labels for big money, meaning the Meek rarities market is almost as crowded as the Northern Soul catalogue.
On November 11th 1963 Meek, who was as openly homosexual as the times would allow, was arrested for "importuning for immoral purposes" in a gents near the studio and fined £15, a possible set up and certainly one that would lead to incidents of blackmail which didn't help his mental state or legendary fits of temper. Additionally the beat group era who were more reliant on self-written songs and the pure pop of melody rather than svengali producers was on his tail with the rise of the Beatles and Merseybeat, although one such group, The Honeycombs, came under Meek's auspices. Famed at the time for having a female drummer, one Honey Lantree who supposedly inspired Karen Carpenter to take up the drums, they provided him with his last UK number one, the stomping Have I The Right featuring a bass drum sound achieved by the group stamping on the stairs of the studio, the underside of which had been attached four microphones.
However, the success came at a personal price - Geoff Goddard launched legal proceedings claiming that the prolific Ken Howard and Alan Blaikley had plagirised his own Give Me The Chance, and not only lost but saw Meek side against him. Goddard left Holloway Road employment and faded out of the business, taking a job in catering at Reading University where he ended up working in the kitchens (his later colleagues included two hard-up students who became Yan and Noble of British Sea Power, who would write The Lonely about him) and died in May 2000.
Meek's professional life was coming apart at the seams. Tom Jones, who he'd auditioned and turned down, was having hits. The Tornados and Heinz were fading away while the Honeycombs fell apart within two years. The deals Meek signed with major labels were full of loopholes and financing wasn't there. Meek was heavily into pills, including LSD, and seances, an unwise combination. Some of his music was as inventive as ever, moving on to psychedelia, Mod and freakbeat...
The Syndicats - Crawdaddy Simone
Glenda Collins - It's Hard To Believe It
...and after Merseybeat band The Cryin' Shames took a Meek produced cover of The Drifters' Please Stay to the top thirty in 1966 Brian Epstein supposedly offered his more famous charges to Meek with no dice, and when a London visiting Phil Spector called to express his love of the sound an increasingly paranoid Meek, who already believed Decca were bugging the premises, angrily accused Spector of stealing his ideas before hanging up. Meek ended up placing listening devices around the studio in case musicians were talking about him. At one point he was found beaten up and unconscious in his car, perhaps related to gangland threats against the Tornados as much as those around his sexuality.
When in January 1967 police found the body of Bernard Oliver, an alleged rent boy and past associate, mutilated and disposed of in a suitcase, Meek was alarmed when reports sugested police would be interviewing all known homosexuals in the city. On 3rd February 1967, the eighth anniversary of his hero Buddy Holly's death, heavily in debt and drug-paranoid, Meek was attempting to record his latest studio assistant when landlady Violet Shenton was called up, Meek believed to have been on the verge of being thrown out for non-payment of rent. Meek had a single barreled shotgun, registered to Heinz Burt and confiscated by Meek some time before when Burt left after a brief period living in the property. He now retrieved it and used it to blast Shenton in the back of the head, before turning it on himself. He was subsequently buried at Newent Cemetery.
Meek's legacy took some time to reassert itself, largely through the work of collectors and obscurists from the late 70s onwards. A 1991 BBC2 Arena documentary, The Strange Story Of Joe Meek (which we've found on torrent sites if you're interested) is credited with kickstarting the renaissance as well as a reissue and excavation program which continues. His influence is felt across music, from pop producers to leftfield beatmakers, both Orbital and Saint Etienne regarding him as a major inspiration. He pioneered effects in overdubbing, tape manipulation, miking, distortion, compression, reverb, instrument seperation, recording of rhythm sections, composite recording and sampling found sounds, always taking the sound spectrum first ahead of the tune, single-mindedly searching for a unique sonic signature for each record, these out of the way, supposedly unworkable advances now treated as standard. Unlike his contemporary Phil Spector, he wouldn't hire great numbers of musicians and backing singers to create the overwhelming effect but would record individually and mix together as he wanted. Meek turns up as a character in acclaimed gangland novel The Long Firm - writer Jake Arnott has a cameo role in the film - and songs have been written in his honour by the likes of Wreckless Eric, Graham Parker and, if you believe her story of the background to her single A Change Would Do You Good, Sheryl Crow. Meek may not be the most famous name outside certain circles, but his working methods were as groundbreaking as his life was fraught.
Further reading:
The Joe Meek Appreciation Society, formed in 1991, is "dedicated to keeping Joe Meek's name and his musical legacy alive" and runs a full membership scheme as well as keeping track on all current movements. This, oddly, is not to be confused with Joe Meek RGMAS. Meanwhile the dual language The Joe Meek Page attempts an entire discography. There's a few newspaper and magazine pieces we've trawled to write the above, but Jon Savage's essay for Observer Music Monthly on Meek's homosexuality, with reference to celebrated Tornados B-side Do You Come Here Often?, adds extra background for the times.
BUYER'S GUIDE: As stated somewhere in there, new discoveries are turning up all the time, the so-called "Tea Chest demos" as all his tapes were kept in 67 tea chests still being excavated - 1850 such tapes recently failed to sell at general auction despite including in the haul early recordings of Tom Jones, Gene Vincent and Billy Fury, plus David Bowie's first band The Konrads. Joe Meek: The RGM Legacy - Portrait of a Genius is a four disc box set that attempts a whole career overview, including rarities, demos, interview clips and alternate versions, plus liner notes by Bob Stanley. Telstar - The Hits Of Joe Meek reduces the 'hits' to two discs and 36 tracks on Sanctuary's budget promotion, while It's Hard To Believe It - The Amazing World Of Joe Meek is a more judiciously cherrypicked 21 track compilation. 56 track Joe Meek: The Alchemist of Pop fits somewhere in the middle. The EP Collection recreates twelve four-track EPs, including Telstar. I Hear A New World is reissued every so often. Let's Go - Joe Meek's Girls shows he could work really well with female singers, including the Sharades, the trio we singled out in the girl group Primer, while Joe Meek Freak Beat: You're Holding Me Down demonstrates that as the 60s wore on he didn't lose all his rampaging touch.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Weekender : now we can olly and we're not so shite
WHAT CD?
- Apart from Okkervil River's The Stand Ins, which we dealt with last week, not much leaps out this week, Peter, Bjorn & John's Seaside Rock curio worth little more than passing attention and the realisation that we didn't mention Fireworks Night's A Mirror A Ghost last week leavened by the equal reasoning that we've not actually heard any of it. So, one from deep in left field it is. Defunct, little heard and had their name swiped by a Norwegian group they may have been, but Alexandria Quartet have gone into STN folklore for being the first band to send us badges with their CD. To continue the largesse, their leader's current band Adam Donen and The Drought's As Our Parents Slowly Turn To Clay (not on Amazon, link to Myspace for preorder details) is being released inside a 32 page book of the album's lyrics set out as poetry, with iillustrations, acknowledgements and a seven page introduction written by Donen's friend and pianist which casually drops in towards the end the assertion that "history will come to judge them (the verse) as being at least as good as any poems produced by our generation". Well, even a journey of a million miles must begin with a single step and all that. As music it shapes up pretty well, mind. Donen clearly has a way with an elliptical allegories, equal parts cathartic howls and brooding mea culpas - mostly written, that preface says, in a trance-like state - and arranging it into a judiciously powered ragged folk-rock that variously recalls Nick Cave, Leonard Cohen, the Waterboys, Whipping Boy and latter day British Sea Power. Oh, and there's a track called Ganesh Whose Trunk Wipes Away Trubba (Plays Dice In The Abyss Of Infinity). For something created with such exacting standards for what seems to be being painted as some sort of Coleridge of lit-rock setting, it's well worth investigating.
- Of course 'Couples' had to be followed by 'Singles'! It's been largely overlooked in the last couple of years how long the Long Blondes were plugging away on Thee Sheffield Phonographic Corporation and Angular Records before Rough Trade took the plunge. While the band are out of action (Dorian is by all accounts slowly but surely on the mend), this is a timely compilation of their 7"s on those labels, which means the rough around the edges charm of the likes of Appropriation (By Any Other Name), Lust In The Movies, Autonomy Boy, New Idols and the original Giddy Stratospheres get their due.
- You complete and utter shower of bastards. Alright, you weren't to know that we didn't receive our pre-order of How We Became until a week after release, but you could have at least dropped a hint that we're thanked in the acknowledgements. It's like when the press team working for a band whose early singles we went on about at length sent us their album and mentioned in passing that the press release previous to that one had quoted us. (Much obliged, sir.) Jeremy Warmsley, of course, and the war tango Dancing With The Enemy is out as a single tomorrow. Quite a few other singles of note, not least more old friends in the shape of Sky Larkin, who've joined the generous geniuses of Wichita (who also put out Bloc Party's Talons tomorrow) and make their bow for that label with Fossil, I. They've been out recording their album with John Goodmanson and for a full and fun night out are playing dates both this Tuesday in London and across various bits of the country in a month's time with Those Dancing Days. Again, if you haven't got the Fleet Foxes album from which He Doesn’t Know Why comes from then you're nobody, while just because we can see why Universal are putting Noah & The Whale's Shape Of My Heart out again doesn't mean we fully approve. Herman Dune, Silvery and Robert Wyatt & Bertrand Burgalat complete the 'in the Sweep in the past' collection.
- It was often overlooked in both life and obituaries, although you could understand why, how great a writer John Peel was, from his sprawling, freeform 1970s festival reports for the Observer through to his weekly Radio Times column, all in the same style and lightness he brought to his radio links. This year's contribution to the increasing fading John Peel Day commemoration is The Olivetti Chronicles - most of them were bashed out on an old Olivetti typewriter - an anthology of his copy selected by Sheila, Thomas, Danda, William and Flossie covering everything from Oz to Bike, Gandalf's Garden to the Observer.
MYSPACE INVADERS: No, no meek post-post-punk revival or gloomy folkies this week. Three Trapped Tigers are free jazz electronica to some, a British Battles to others, not strictly the case but certainly having a better claim to it than previous press contenders for that title Foals. Led by Tom Rogerson, electric piano maestro recently transferred from Jeremy Warmsley's band to hunch over the keys in Emmy The Great's (has that bit blown the gaff on our attempt to seem newly experimentally inclined?), and also featuring Adam Betts, drummer with now defunct and much admired/feared Optimist Club, and guitarist/synthist Matt Calvert, they take the drawn out precision of math-rock and compress it into tense, elaborate slabs of build and release-driven intensity, shuttling between full throttle electronica-influenced passages and ambient segments that allow time for the next wave to hit, intricate cross-threading of movements and time signatures forefront. Lesser similarly inclined bands have been lauded far greater.
VISUAL AID: You'd expect us to follow our long held admiration for curious TV bookings by pointing up Seasick Steve on the Paul O'Grady Show, wouldn't you? And indeed we have, but that's not what we're specifically here for. In fact, such was the gold buried in last week's 1967 Christmas Top Of The Pops that we investigated further to this week bring you the 1983 festive show. Actually, festive show number two - the first had been on Christmas Day itself with the possibly overstaffed numbers of Simon Bates, Janice Long, Andy Peebles and Mike Smith introducing the big names, which just left...
One: Peter Powell, Tommy Vance, 80s glasses sporting Adrian John, Woo Gary Davies and life of any pop party Richard Skinner. Now, that's just dangerous overmanning, not to mention too much polyester sportswear for one fully neon lit and electrified television studio. It's the JoBoxers! Then dull old Mike Oldfield, then the Thompson Twins and Alannah Currie's improbable hair and extravagant percussive work.
Two: Is it time Tracey Ullman had a critical renaissance? Even among Stiff's waifs and strays she gets played down, but what a great reading of Kirsty Maccoll's They Don't Know this is. That's followed by a well before self-aware of image Robert Smith doing away with the niceties of a microphone while fronting up the Cure's The Love Cats. Then it's Jonathan King in New York, and we know King has a habit of turning up on message boards where he's mentioned in whatever context so we'll gloss over all the other connections except the spectacularly characterless reading of the top ten sellers in America that year and let you join the mental dots.
Three: The three Phil Collinses do You Can't Hurry Love, then "you've heard of Men Without Hats? These are women with hats", although only three of the seven Belle Stars representatives on stage are betitfered if you don't count the drummer's tinsel crown. There is nothing to say about Paul Young.
Four: Here's Cap'n Bob Smith again during his short period returning to Siouxsie and the Banshees, a marked contrast to Spandau Ballet in full accountant garb.
Five: "One of the big names to emerge in '84 is going to be Howard Jones". How can he emerge the year after he started having hits, Peter? Especially as hindsight tells us that his two 1983 hits, New Song and What Is Love?, are the two he's now remembered most for. It's the latter here, Howard constantly forgetting to mime either keyboard or singing into the mike and Jed's literal mental chains covered in tinsel. Of course they are! "Absolute football fanatic" Rod Stewart can't compete, not even doing Baby Jane.
Six: "When chilblains and turkey were just a thing of the future" the Style Council were having a hit with Long Hot Summer, Weller recreating synth burbles on a big white grand piano. We finish in the studio with "the year of Culture Club", George quite restrained in the circumstances, while Ofcom would have something to say nowadays about the size of the Puma logo on Mikey Craig's top.
LINKS EFFECT
* Give a band an inch and they'll take a mile, and while we're aware that we're not the only fonts of knowledge on the Internet... well, all we'll state is the fact that, three months after we harvested a playlist from Sky Larkin, they've put together their own stream of their favourite listens of the last month, including Boards Of Canada, TV On The Radio, Les Savy Fav, Why?, Kelis, BARR and the Shop Assistans for the P4K generation, Vivian Girls.
* ballboy's Gordon McIntyre has always been one of our favourite ideas men and wordsmiths, so we welcome the news that he's co-written a play. Midsummer is co-scribed by David Greig ("the most consistently interesting, prolific and artistically ambitious writer of his generation" - The Scotsman) and includes original songs and score written for the show. It opens at the Traverse Theatre in Edinburgh this Friday and runs through to 15th November.
* Yesterday we woke up to the news that our longtime compadre Phonogram's Kieron Gillen has written a comic about Sweeping The Nation. We mean, we're flattered, but... ah, but no - a-ha-ha-ha! - it's about the song Sweeping The Nation by Spearmint, as part of This Is A Souvenir, a 200+ page multi-authored comic book anthology of stories based on Spearmint songs published on January 28th.
* So a few weeks ago we went down to London, and within ten minutes of leaving the tube knew we were there when we saw a midday fight outside that Walkabout on the Embankment. Our afternoon was spent at Smalltown America's This Ain't No Picnic, and we'll forgive STA for spelling the link to this blog wrongly in their list of thanks in their mailout this week and instead guide the curious to a two part film of the event, featuring performances by the Young Playthings and Alan MX. We're not in it, but we know our programme is, which is fine by us.
* We get a lot of emails in the STN inbox, and once we've sorted the spam out we're left with a healthily productive number. A lot tell us about gigs we can't get to or include links for songs that we forget about (ha ha, not really, we listen to everything we get sent, even if we immediately delete it and hope nobody's looking at our last.fm account at that moment). Occasionally someone even asks nicely for a mention, and so it is with mel.opho.be, as it actually appears to be called, featuring North American gig reviews, interviews (The Acorn, Le Loup, Daedelus), fifty word album reviews and proper articles.
- Apart from Okkervil River's The Stand Ins, which we dealt with last week, not much leaps out this week, Peter, Bjorn & John's Seaside Rock curio worth little more than passing attention and the realisation that we didn't mention Fireworks Night's A Mirror A Ghost last week leavened by the equal reasoning that we've not actually heard any of it. So, one from deep in left field it is. Defunct, little heard and had their name swiped by a Norwegian group they may have been, but Alexandria Quartet have gone into STN folklore for being the first band to send us badges with their CD. To continue the largesse, their leader's current band Adam Donen and The Drought's As Our Parents Slowly Turn To Clay (not on Amazon, link to Myspace for preorder details) is being released inside a 32 page book of the album's lyrics set out as poetry, with iillustrations, acknowledgements and a seven page introduction written by Donen's friend and pianist which casually drops in towards the end the assertion that "history will come to judge them (the verse) as being at least as good as any poems produced by our generation". Well, even a journey of a million miles must begin with a single step and all that. As music it shapes up pretty well, mind. Donen clearly has a way with an elliptical allegories, equal parts cathartic howls and brooding mea culpas - mostly written, that preface says, in a trance-like state - and arranging it into a judiciously powered ragged folk-rock that variously recalls Nick Cave, Leonard Cohen, the Waterboys, Whipping Boy and latter day British Sea Power. Oh, and there's a track called Ganesh Whose Trunk Wipes Away Trubba (Plays Dice In The Abyss Of Infinity). For something created with such exacting standards for what seems to be being painted as some sort of Coleridge of lit-rock setting, it's well worth investigating.
- Of course 'Couples' had to be followed by 'Singles'! It's been largely overlooked in the last couple of years how long the Long Blondes were plugging away on Thee Sheffield Phonographic Corporation and Angular Records before Rough Trade took the plunge. While the band are out of action (Dorian is by all accounts slowly but surely on the mend), this is a timely compilation of their 7"s on those labels, which means the rough around the edges charm of the likes of Appropriation (By Any Other Name), Lust In The Movies, Autonomy Boy, New Idols and the original Giddy Stratospheres get their due.
- You complete and utter shower of bastards. Alright, you weren't to know that we didn't receive our pre-order of How We Became until a week after release, but you could have at least dropped a hint that we're thanked in the acknowledgements. It's like when the press team working for a band whose early singles we went on about at length sent us their album and mentioned in passing that the press release previous to that one had quoted us. (Much obliged, sir.) Jeremy Warmsley, of course, and the war tango Dancing With The Enemy is out as a single tomorrow. Quite a few other singles of note, not least more old friends in the shape of Sky Larkin, who've joined the generous geniuses of Wichita (who also put out Bloc Party's Talons tomorrow) and make their bow for that label with Fossil, I. They've been out recording their album with John Goodmanson and for a full and fun night out are playing dates both this Tuesday in London and across various bits of the country in a month's time with Those Dancing Days. Again, if you haven't got the Fleet Foxes album from which He Doesn’t Know Why comes from then you're nobody, while just because we can see why Universal are putting Noah & The Whale's Shape Of My Heart out again doesn't mean we fully approve. Herman Dune, Silvery and Robert Wyatt & Bertrand Burgalat complete the 'in the Sweep in the past' collection.
- It was often overlooked in both life and obituaries, although you could understand why, how great a writer John Peel was, from his sprawling, freeform 1970s festival reports for the Observer through to his weekly Radio Times column, all in the same style and lightness he brought to his radio links. This year's contribution to the increasing fading John Peel Day commemoration is The Olivetti Chronicles - most of them were bashed out on an old Olivetti typewriter - an anthology of his copy selected by Sheila, Thomas, Danda, William and Flossie covering everything from Oz to Bike, Gandalf's Garden to the Observer.
MYSPACE INVADERS: No, no meek post-post-punk revival or gloomy folkies this week. Three Trapped Tigers are free jazz electronica to some, a British Battles to others, not strictly the case but certainly having a better claim to it than previous press contenders for that title Foals. Led by Tom Rogerson, electric piano maestro recently transferred from Jeremy Warmsley's band to hunch over the keys in Emmy The Great's (has that bit blown the gaff on our attempt to seem newly experimentally inclined?), and also featuring Adam Betts, drummer with now defunct and much admired/feared Optimist Club, and guitarist/synthist Matt Calvert, they take the drawn out precision of math-rock and compress it into tense, elaborate slabs of build and release-driven intensity, shuttling between full throttle electronica-influenced passages and ambient segments that allow time for the next wave to hit, intricate cross-threading of movements and time signatures forefront. Lesser similarly inclined bands have been lauded far greater.
VISUAL AID: You'd expect us to follow our long held admiration for curious TV bookings by pointing up Seasick Steve on the Paul O'Grady Show, wouldn't you? And indeed we have, but that's not what we're specifically here for. In fact, such was the gold buried in last week's 1967 Christmas Top Of The Pops that we investigated further to this week bring you the 1983 festive show. Actually, festive show number two - the first had been on Christmas Day itself with the possibly overstaffed numbers of Simon Bates, Janice Long, Andy Peebles and Mike Smith introducing the big names, which just left...
One: Peter Powell, Tommy Vance, 80s glasses sporting Adrian John, Woo Gary Davies and life of any pop party Richard Skinner. Now, that's just dangerous overmanning, not to mention too much polyester sportswear for one fully neon lit and electrified television studio. It's the JoBoxers! Then dull old Mike Oldfield, then the Thompson Twins and Alannah Currie's improbable hair and extravagant percussive work.
Two: Is it time Tracey Ullman had a critical renaissance? Even among Stiff's waifs and strays she gets played down, but what a great reading of Kirsty Maccoll's They Don't Know this is. That's followed by a well before self-aware of image Robert Smith doing away with the niceties of a microphone while fronting up the Cure's The Love Cats. Then it's Jonathan King in New York, and we know King has a habit of turning up on message boards where he's mentioned in whatever context so we'll gloss over all the other connections except the spectacularly characterless reading of the top ten sellers in America that year and let you join the mental dots.
Three: The three Phil Collinses do You Can't Hurry Love, then "you've heard of Men Without Hats? These are women with hats", although only three of the seven Belle Stars representatives on stage are betitfered if you don't count the drummer's tinsel crown. There is nothing to say about Paul Young.
Four: Here's Cap'n Bob Smith again during his short period returning to Siouxsie and the Banshees, a marked contrast to Spandau Ballet in full accountant garb.
Five: "One of the big names to emerge in '84 is going to be Howard Jones". How can he emerge the year after he started having hits, Peter? Especially as hindsight tells us that his two 1983 hits, New Song and What Is Love?, are the two he's now remembered most for. It's the latter here, Howard constantly forgetting to mime either keyboard or singing into the mike and Jed's literal mental chains covered in tinsel. Of course they are! "Absolute football fanatic" Rod Stewart can't compete, not even doing Baby Jane.
Six: "When chilblains and turkey were just a thing of the future" the Style Council were having a hit with Long Hot Summer, Weller recreating synth burbles on a big white grand piano. We finish in the studio with "the year of Culture Club", George quite restrained in the circumstances, while Ofcom would have something to say nowadays about the size of the Puma logo on Mikey Craig's top.
LINKS EFFECT
* Give a band an inch and they'll take a mile, and while we're aware that we're not the only fonts of knowledge on the Internet... well, all we'll state is the fact that, three months after we harvested a playlist from Sky Larkin, they've put together their own stream of their favourite listens of the last month, including Boards Of Canada, TV On The Radio, Les Savy Fav, Why?, Kelis, BARR and the Shop Assistans for the P4K generation, Vivian Girls.
* ballboy's Gordon McIntyre has always been one of our favourite ideas men and wordsmiths, so we welcome the news that he's co-written a play. Midsummer is co-scribed by David Greig ("the most consistently interesting, prolific and artistically ambitious writer of his generation" - The Scotsman) and includes original songs and score written for the show. It opens at the Traverse Theatre in Edinburgh this Friday and runs through to 15th November.
* Yesterday we woke up to the news that our longtime compadre Phonogram's Kieron Gillen has written a comic about Sweeping The Nation. We mean, we're flattered, but... ah, but no - a-ha-ha-ha! - it's about the song Sweeping The Nation by Spearmint, as part of This Is A Souvenir, a 200+ page multi-authored comic book anthology of stories based on Spearmint songs published on January 28th.
* So a few weeks ago we went down to London, and within ten minutes of leaving the tube knew we were there when we saw a midday fight outside that Walkabout on the Embankment. Our afternoon was spent at Smalltown America's This Ain't No Picnic, and we'll forgive STA for spelling the link to this blog wrongly in their list of thanks in their mailout this week and instead guide the curious to a two part film of the event, featuring performances by the Young Playthings and Alan MX. We're not in it, but we know our programme is, which is fine by us.
* We get a lot of emails in the STN inbox, and once we've sorted the spam out we're left with a healthily productive number. A lot tell us about gigs we can't get to or include links for songs that we forget about (ha ha, not really, we listen to everything we get sent, even if we immediately delete it and hope nobody's looking at our last.fm account at that moment). Occasionally someone even asks nicely for a mention, and so it is with mel.opho.be, as it actually appears to be called, featuring North American gig reviews, interviews (The Acorn, Le Loup, Daedelus), fifty word album reviews and proper articles.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
The Weekly Sweep
Rich time for new tracks, this, which means thirty rather than twenty for one more week:
Abe Vigoda - Bear Face [Myspace]
Adam Donen and the Drought - Five Minute Zeitgeist [Myspace]
Broken Records - Lies [YouTube]
Chris T-T - We Are The King Of England [YouTube]
Dananananaykroyd - Pink Sabbath [YouTube]
The Decemberists - Valerie Plame [Myspace] (First in the Always The Bridesmaid 7" single series, and almost needless to say out last week)
Elbow - The Bones Of You [YouTube] (Saw them live this week; were amazing, especially Newborn and Weather To Fly)
Emmy The Great - We Almost Had A Baby [YouTube]
Eugene McGuinness - Moscow State Circus [YouTube]
Fleet Foxes – He Doesn’t Know Why [YouTube]
Gossamer Albatross - The Ground Will Take Us Down [Myspace]
Grammatics - New Franchise [Myspace]
Hello Saferide - Anna [YouTube]
i concur - Oblige [live YouTube]
Ipso Facto - Six And Three Quarters [YouTube]
Jeremy Warmsley - Craneflies [live Youtube]
The Kabeedies - Treasure Hunting [Myspace]
Laura Marling - Night Terror [YouTube]
Los Campesinos! - Death To Los Campesinos! (Napoleon IIIrd remix) [remix Myspace]
Noah & The Whale - Shape Of My Heart [YouTube]
Okkervil River - Pop Lie [Myspace]
Robert Wyatt & Bertrand Burgalat - This Summer Night [Making its Sweep debut, DailyMotion]
Rose Elinor Dougall - Another Version Of Pop Song [Myspace]
The Sexual Objects - Here Come The Rubber Cops [label Myspace] (New band of Davey Henderson, formerly of the Fire Engines, Win and Nectarine No. 9)
Silvery - Action Force [Myspace]
Sky Larkin - Fossil, I [YouTube]
Stars And Sons - In The Ocean [Myspace video]
Thomas Tantrum - Rage Against The Tantrum [Myspace] (Shake It Shake It is on a T-Mobile advert at the moment, surely entirely for the chorus line, but the reaction of the unknowing would really be something if only they found out)
Vampire Weekend - A-Punk [YouTube]
Wild Beasts - Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants [YouTube]
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