Wednesday, September 8, 2010

New Belle and Sebastian. I know, Awesome!


Belle and Sebastian are one of the best bands that Britain has ever birthed. In fact, as I stood on my tip toes near the front, waiting for them to come on stage at this year's Latitude Festival, a merrily drunk Scottish man turned to me and said "You're about to see Glasgow's answer to the Beatles". Needless to say his opinion was shared by almost all the crowd there and what followed was without doubt the best headline set I have ever seen at a festival.

One particularly special moment was when the band's second lead singer Stevie Jackson lead us all in singing along to a new song called "I'm Not Living In The Real World". It was, as expected, a cracking little tune and today B&S have released another new song, the title track to the forthcoming album "Write About Love".

Download: Belle & Sebastian- Write About Love

The song sees them carrying on down the jolly 60s pop route that they've been walking ever since "Legal Man" came out in 2000. Whilst it would be nice to hear a return to the minimal, melancholy of early albums "Tigermilk" and "If You're Feeling Sinister", that is only because we are having so much of a good thing we can afford to be picky.

I hope this band exists forever.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Deers in the Spotlight


Deerhunter are an impressive band and are easily my favourite of the thousands of projects frontman Bradford Cox completes in his average week. Though his blog has been quiet lately, it used to have fresh EPs of all new material thrown up every other day.

It's rare that a talented musician producing less material is a reason to celebrate, but maybe, if Cox can tame his rather erratic sprees of productivity and focus on producing one concise and consistent album, then the forthcoming "Halycon Digest" should be amazing.

And based on the video for new song "Helicopter" here (a grainy black and white study of Bradford's face and, well, little else) it should at the very least be an interesting album.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Arab Strap is Dead



Of course, the news that Arab Strap is dead, is hardly hot off the press. The Scottish duo of Aiden Moffat and Malcolm Middleton- responsible for some of the rawest love songs of our time- split after their 2005 swansong album "The Last Romance" (and a lovely best of called "Ten Years of Tears").

However they are now having a bit of a resurgence, having released a massively comprehensive boxset "Scenes of a Sexual Nature" (details of what was included in the mammoth set can be found here) and- quite likely to attract those less ardent Strap fans not prepared to pay £60 for "Scenes..."- now resissuing the band's first two albums ("The Week Never Starts Round Here" from 1996 and 1998's "Philophobia") with the fancy double disc treatment.

ALSO! What with Aiden Moffat being simply one of the most fun grumps in music he has released the uncomfortably hilarious short film "Arab Strap is Dead". Much like an Arab Strap song, the video makes the viewer feel, not so much like they're watching someone spill their guts, more like they're watching Moffat perform open heart surgery on himself and wax lyrical about everything he finds in there.

So here's the film. If you don't love Aiden Moffat even a little bit by the end of it, you should probably see a doctor.

Friday, August 27, 2010

GAGAPALOOZA: Thoughts on Lady Gaga after seeing her live



For the past month, I've been in the American mid-west and it was lovely. The event that tempted me over there was Lollapalooza,a festival with one of the best line-ups I had ever seen (on the Sunday, I saw Yeasayer, MGMT, The National and Arcade Fire one after the other. Yes, that good a line up). But one of the headliners caused much more of a hubbub than the other bands. Lady Gaga. Gaga played on the first night of the festival, to a crowd so huge, it's doubtful there was anybody left to go see the Strokes headline the other stage and her performance left me pondering her. So I figured, since Pop Justice are trying to mark this Bank Holiday has "Bad Romance Bank Holiday Monday" (or "Bad Romiday") then I figured now was as good a time as any to ponder my thoughts at other people.

Lady Gaga is one of the few recording artists working today who is pretty much unavoidable. She is well known for, well everything. There are just as many people who love her music while hating her image as there are who love her image whilst not caring for her music.

I seem to be in the minority of those who find some of her songs enjoyable, some not so much (though they are always catchy) and her outrageous behaviour to be sometimes righteous, sometimes misguided.

However, few can argue that Gaga hasn't positioned herself brilliantly within the musical sphere. She writes pure pop. In a time where being a "popstar" has only recently become an okay thing to be- not so long ago female singers had to wear t-shirts and be 'kooky' and 'alternative' in order to get a record deal (Nelly Furtardo might want to forget those days, but we shan't)- but she wears it, not like a badge of honour, but like a lobster hat, tilted disdainfully against the boring, as that is one thing she can never be described as.



And seeing her perform live at Lollapalooza certainly was not boring, oh no. There were outrageous sets, a writhing wall of dancers for seemingly every song and outfits that would, until now, have been considered architecturally impossible. Not to mention that with a live band, it became even clearer that Gaga simply does write good songs, and not just good singles, I enjoyed songs that I'd never heard before. And not just me, God knows it kept a very large crowd, very entertained.

However, where Lady Gaga's live show fell down, was when she wasn't performing her music, but was performing the act of being Lady Gaga. Seeing a lady with shoulder pads the size of guitar amps play a keyboard that is under the bonnet of a car, parked onstage is amazing (guitar amp shoulder pads are something she should consider actually. They would be awesome!) but hearing the same person wax lyrical about how she writes songs for people who are having a hard time in High School is not so good. With Lady Gaga's lyrics rarely straying away from the dancefloor or the bedroom, it was bizarre hearing who she aimed these songs at. Are kids seriously playing "Love Game" after a screaming row with their parents?
(Gaga's 2007 Lollapalooza Performance... Presumably featuring less talking, more nudity)

Which is not to say she should shut up. Her comments on the overturning of Proposition 8, were of course timely, and appropriate given Gaga's position as a Gay rights spokesperson of sorts. However, a six minute monologue on how one of her dancers "likes American girls... AND AMERICAN BOYS!" (delivered while she was draped around his waist like a fleshbelt) was too far, and sort of treated a person's sexuality as if it were a titillating and risqué fact. She also added that that was why she liked him. Whilst it does serve the expertly media-savvy purpose of having the audience think she's sleeping with him- which is seemingly all some people care about- it also means that his sexuality is announced as his defining feature.

It also took up lots of time that she could have spent playing "Telephone".

To summarise, Lady Gaga's shortcomings and complexities are the same as pop music as a whole's. Pop music is disposable. Songs are created, packaged with a video, consumed and then supposedly forgotten when a new song, or singer, or band comes along- hence why longevity is so hard to establish. At the same time, a good pop song can define a time in your life. Can become a bond between you and a friend. Can alter the way you feel just as much as higher brow music and art. Yet hearing Lady Gaga give pop music the long, shouty tributes that it arguably deserves between songs just seems pretentious. She was almost acting as if she was changing people's lives. But pop music can do that, and who's to say that she wasn't doing precisely that at Lollapalooza?

Friday, July 30, 2010

Rhythm and News





It's no secret that Cats in Paris are one of my favourite North-West bands. "Courtcase 2000", their 2008 debut, is a rare beast in that for all the unapologetically mental freakouts that burst out in songs like "Cold Products" and "(How To) Harvest Yourself", they never lose a sort of saccharine sweet pop charm- helped by the call and response vocals and delicious synthesisers.

In fact, all of these qualities are in effect in their new single "Chopchopchopchopchop" (except the call and response vocals, Sara has sadly left the band) so have a listen:

Chopchopchopchopchop Music Video: Cats in Paris from Cats In Paris on Vimeo.



But yes, the reason I'm mentioning them, is they're about to embark on a very fun sounding project. The Daily News!



Basically, Michael, Lorien and Ben intend to read the news headlines every day in August, throw them around their music boxy brains and then firing them back out into the world in song form. This is bound to be special. So you should definitely check it out, starting out on Sunday.

(I just hope it works out better than Bumblebeez disappointing 30/30 project)

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Here come the Grums

Things that have changed since I last blogged:

We have a Conservative Prime Minister.
Journey have become massively popular.
People are excited to see The A-Team.

All the evidence is there, we are now in the 80s, so there's no better time to enjoy Grum's new single, "Through The Night", an exceptional piece of retro electro.



The video sums up JUST how 80s the song is- it's like Top Gun and Magnum PI finally acted on those feelings they've secretly been having the whole time- but that's only if you weren't already aware from the synth sounds and a Toto sample for the vocals.

Grum is a Leeds-based one man production maestro who, fortunately, is very aware of his nostalgic sound and milks it just the right amount. You can hear that classic Giorgio Moroder sound in the synth washes he puts on nearly all his work (listen to he remixes for more examples).

Not sure how this new single will appeal to the clubbers of today, it's almost too pleasant to dance to, but I know I'll be listening to it a lot.

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