Monday, April 05, 2010

THIRTY DAYS OF MUSIC: DAY FIVE

day 05 – a song that reminds you of someone



Feeder - Just A Day

My dog Rudi used to like this song and so did I.

Sunday, April 04, 2010

THIRTY DAYS OF MUSIC: DAY FOUR

day 04 – a song that makes you sad



Randy Newman - When I'm Gone

"I'm a better man than I was before,
Knowing you has made me strong.
And I sure am going to miss you when I'm gone."

Randy Newman wrote this song for the last ever episode of Monk.
After eight beautiful seasons, this unavoidably clichéd ballad soundtracked the final sequence; a collage of moments belonging to our fictional pals, in their past, present and future... as we saw them, as we knew them, and as we'll never know or see them again.
There's nothing pretentious or clever about this. It's just honest and painful, like all goodbyes.
:'(

Saturday, April 03, 2010

THIRTY DAYS OF MUSIC: DAY THREE

day 03 – a song that makes you happy



Hemstad - Sommar i Göteborg

"..."

There are certain bands and certain songs which I only ever listen to when conditions are ideal.
Hemstad is one of them.
So Hemstad imbue the summer. Hemstad imbue tropicalia. Hemstad imbue smiles.
Imbuement is inspiration.
And inspiration is half the battle.

Friday, April 02, 2010

THIRTY DAYS OF MUSIC: DAY TWO

day 02 – your least favorite song



Crazy Town - Butterfly 

"Come my lady
Come come my lady"

It's so much more difficult to choose one for this than for favourite/favorite song.
And I can't even bear to re-listen to this to remember why it's so bad.
Maybe I'm just scared that I'll nostalgically love it.
No way.
It's obviously not the worst song in the world. And it's not Jedward or whoever.
And it's not like it still bugs me or anything.
But I think it does well to represent the disgusting eejitry of much of 'the music world', as well as the awful shit that weird people actually enjoy.
The people making this music are fucking fools and that's that.

Thursday, April 01, 2010

THIRTY DAYS OF MUSIC: DAY ONE


I'm gonna take attempt to take part in this thing, just cos it looks mildly amusing.

day 01 – your favorite song



Tripping Daisy - Field Day Jitters

"Wondering jets inside of me...
I've got the field day jitters, wet matches, and a bottle of Mr. Clean"

It's like the drums are playing the main melody.
It's like the world is ending.
This song is a real trip. There are so many parts and they all flit into each other and glide along leaving a silver vapour trail which spits out other more colourful colours into the ether.
It's a total assault too. There are so many moments to savour but no time allowed during which to do so.
I think this song sums up music.
And also everything that's good about life. There's a steamrolling enthusiasm which infects my heart as it passes through my body.
It's so strange to think the guitarist on this committed suicide the year after recording this.
Could he not have just given his piece one little quick spin before taking that gamble?

Friday, March 26, 2010

DIETARY TIPS AND TRICKS.







Princeton: Cocoon of Love

ALBUM REVIEW (written for some magazine)

 
As it is the overly-obvious comparison which will surely plague California's Princeton, and because I wish to maintain some journalistic integrity, I endeavour to complete my review of their debut record 'Cocoon of Love' without once mentioning a young group of well-doers who call themselves Vampire Weekend.

Whoops.

Such a challenge is quite clearly testing, if not impossible. Any band who arrive with an original scope - and succeed - plow the way for a plethora of admirers, highly inspired by their new musical bastion. Princeton share the same age, gender, class, intelligence, level of education and influences (as well as the key to the same orchestra's cupboard) as Koenig and friends. And their name, although a reference to their home street and not a pretentious scholarly nod, kind of gives the game away.

And first impressions are everything. If that opening line of the Bible didn't do well enough to set the scene for the unashamedly epic and extravagent series of affairs which followed, then nothing could. And so when 'Sadie and Andy' opens with a stately harpsichord which can't help but bring 'M79' to mind, and then the first vocals we hear steals melody from The Four Seasons' 'Sherry', a certain level of expectation is founded. The truth is that there isn't a shedload of originality here. A better writer might avoid namechecking other bands for comparison, but a better band would obscure their influences better. Princeton have essentially compiled a mixtape of their favourite songs, featuring prime selections from the likes of Andrew Bird, Jens Lekman, Beirut, Camera Obscura and Guillemots.

Despite such criticisms, or probably because of them, this is an adventurous album; remarkably accomplished coffee table music with the tonality of the morning's small hours, but the sound of the summer. And in 'Calypso Gold' they distill everything wonderful about themselves with a whole load of panache and potential, implanting great anticipation for the days when they graduate and get their own place.

Calypso Gold

Monday, February 01, 2010

Saturday, January 30, 2010

The Boys On The Bus.

A TRUE STORY


Thursday, January 28, 2010

I like to make music.

NO MONSTER CLUB


No Monster Club is the amalgamation of a symphony of one. It is a revival of dirges and waltzes unearthed from the attics of dead popstars. It is the society of noise which silently forms around the cells and atoms of a young but ageing troubadour. It is a slideshow of the grotesque and a gramophone of the absurd, which - if you are of any valour, virtue or melody - you cannot help but join.

NO MONSTER CLUB - A MORBID FASCINATION from Bobby Aherne on Vimeo.


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