Thursday, 10 April 2008

Rough Trade Shops - "Indiepop 1"


This seemed to be back in stock last time I visited so I thought I'd take a minute to inform you that if you're giving it the customary thirty second spin on the decks, the b-side is the one to go for. The Josef K track is indicative of men who use arrogance and sarcasm to cover up shyness and prudishness, either that or of someone who is desperately trying to avoid vomiting. It's unremittingly jangly but you would never receive the wrong impression that it was happy or carefree or even anywhere near to comfortable in its surroundings. Juniper Moon, on the other hand, are really frighteningly chipper. In Spanish.

Wednesday, 9 April 2008

Navvy - "4 Songs" EP

Is the Angular Recording Corporation having a minor Renaissance? They've recently been responsible for the These New Puritans album, which I find intolerably humourless, but some people seem to think is the second coming, and now they've released this wholly listenable debut 7" single. It really reminds me of the first Adam and the Ants album, 'Dirk Wears White Socks', which is the only context in which I've ever found it acceptable for songs to have a dirge like quality. I don't know if it's because one of the lyrics is actually about it pissing down with rain, but it seems like it must have been; it makes a statement of grimness and griminess and being anti-epic. Before we get carried away, I don't think this is at all in the same league, but it does seem to place the same purposeful limitations on itself; to exercise the same chronic self restraint. The first thing Navvy want you to know about them is that they're 'percussion heavy'; very self aware to know that this is essentially how they achieve that claustrophobic effect we like. File under, 'auspicious beginnings'.

Tuesday, 8 April 2008

Muscles - "Ice Cream"

I believe this may have been criticised elsewhere for lacking emotional gravitas, a complaint you may feel is entirely justified given that its stand out lyrics are, 'Ice cream's going to save the day again' and, 'I just want to dance with my shirt off'. Still, if you're going to write an immensely silly number that will rule the dancefloor for around about a month before promptly dropping out the back of everyone's boxes you may as well do it militantly. Style-wise this takes Friendly Fires' patented shoegaze-at-the-disco invention but makes it seem like the natural product of superlative slackerdom, then adds more acid. Then adds more acid, perishing the thought that it might be judged not to have squeezed to optimum volume of acid into it's five minutes of fame.

There's this £2.10 wine I used to drink all the time, it's slogan was, 'a wine for the table, not the cellar'. That sums up how I feel about this record.

Monday, 7 April 2008

No Age - "Eraser" / Miracle Fortress - "Maybe Lately"

I'm rush-reviewing both of these today with the reasoning that if you don't get yourself to a record store very very promptly you'll probably never get to own either. And that would be a shame.

No Age's first release on Sub Pop has prompted me to look up the dictionary definition of 'experimental' to help me decide if they can be described as such. It only led me onto an unanswerable debate about originality. I think I prefer 'abstract' - that means, '1. having no reference to material objects or specific examples; not concrete 2. not applied or practical; theoretical 3. hard to understand; recondrite; abtruse'. Nothing here sounds as though it has come straight from it's source. It's relflected and refracted in a thousand mirrors, muted by being wrapped in cloth and selectively amplified again. Sometimes you will listen to it and feel frustrated; they move too tentatively. But - and this is why I turned in its favour, and it took me a couple of listens - it's really fucking sexy.


Here -> http://www.roughtrade.com/site/shop_detail.lasso?search_type=sku&sku=298039&anchor=sp776



Meanwhile, Miracle Fortress' particular brand of abstraction is rather more romantic, as though a ray of light that splinters on contact with the prism of a jewel. In terms of texture this is really incredibly sophisticated - my only gripe being that in terms of melody and chord sequences and lyrics and, you know, songwriting, it isn't. It's a fairly basic love song that would be infinately improved by an emotionally crippling chord change or an astutely placed middle eighth. But I don't feel right about quibbling over talent distribution when this record so clearly lives up to it's hype on intricacy and sheer delightfulness alone.

Here -> http://www.roughtrade.com/site/shop_detail.lasso?search_type=sku&sku=297499&anchor=rtrads412

This is an exciting week overall! The other key purchase is probably frYars Perfidy EP which I've already written abaout here - > http://bloga45.blogspot.com/2008/03/fryars-ides.html

Sunday, 6 April 2008

Howlin' Wolf - "Smokestack Lightnin'" / "Riding in the Moonlight"

My new favourite record shop is run by the quintessential middle aged record store guy, who tells me how unusual I am as a woman interested in serious record collecting. Yesterday, he practically forced me to browse through his rarity boxes which he keeps behind the counter, out of reach of the grubby fingers of arrogant fifteen year old boys who spend their Saturdays trying to get one up on each other and pretending they can afford this shit. My birthday present to myself was a ten quid Jerry Lee Lewis record, but actually the purchases I feel most enthusiastic about now are these ones...
This is the harmonica augmented, smoothly rolled cut; everything fine now and the shadow of overwhelming and inescapable profundity only just visible in the far off distance. Essentially what you are paying for is vocal, and what you get is mid ranged and suprisingly sharp and caustic. That suprised me - I've obviously seen pictures of Howlin' Wolf and I was anticipating something so low down it broke the bass on my stereo. The reality is actually more pleasing because it's not at all overblown so it can mean more to you personally.And here comes his great monument to sleeplessness and the harbouring of doubts. The heat gets turned up here and it feels like a confrontation. Stunning.

Friday, 4 April 2008

The Bobby Mc Gee's - "S' Amuser Com des Fous"

I was worried this might seriously drive me up the wall, (well why'd'yer buy it then? actually because there was nothing else I felt myself very attracted to, and I'd, you know, heard of them, and the vinyl was blue, and it had a song about ferrets...). The Bobby McGee's play ukeleles and have a jews harp and wear childrens face paint and absolutely nobody is going to make the defense against them being frighteningly fey, but clearly their bodies are held up by spines. And they have Scottish accents. And take things at a calm, considered pace; never do the face paint and ukeleles conspire to cause over-excitement and ruin the telling of poisonous tales. I feel like I may have been influenced the the bloody teddies on the front but it is definitely descriptive.

Buy.

Here. -->http://www.cherryademusic.co.uk/buyscdf.html

Thursday, 3 April 2008

Munch Munch - "Wedding"

This was supposedly released, with great fanfare, in November in last year. If your correspondent scoured one trusted independent record shop and all to no avail, she must have scoured at least, ooh, three or four. I remember being very disappointed at any rate. So when it finally found its way into my clutches via a merch stand earlier this week I think I may have frightened the merch boy, I was quite over-excited. Anyway...

"Wedding" is mainly notable for hijacking the tools of organised religion - crashing chords of church organ and arrhythmic clanging bells - and putting them to atypically shronky use. The first fifty seconds is made up of absolute unregulated clatter, vocally dry retched upon. Thankfully it then morphs into something resembling a verse, although it remains all at sea, it's practitioners still clearly the worse for wear, since their vocals refuse to evolve from alternate caterwauling and dry-retching into words or even syllables. However, I feel like I can still discern part of it's meaning from the profound distress manifested in their strange noises; this, I think, is the wedding as a psychological ordeal. I've got one coming up, on the religious side of my family who all have jobs in international peacekeeping, and who hate me and belittle my mother because her degree is from the Open University. Doubtless when its all over I'll want nothing more than to take my aggression out on a battered organ, caterwaul like I have never caterwauled before, and frame it all in a suitably obtuse song structure. As more and more post trauma vino was drunken it might even become danceable in places - sea-sick funk! and I would feel better.