Saturday, November 25, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Just be thankful
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Your Ghost (Kristin Hersh)
Falling Slowly (The Frames)
So the Guardian wants to know about our undiscovered musical treasures. If I told you that the missing link between the current batch of pan-ethnic troubadours (Bonnie Prince Billy, Damien Rice, Sufjan Stevens) and the epic noisemeisters of the 90s (Pixies, Nirvana, Flaming Lips) was an Irish band whose lead-singer played Outspan Foster in Alan Parker’s ‘The Commitments’ and had Jeff Buckley pitching in as his roadie, you’d tell me to feck off back to Shamrocksville.
But Glen Hansard and The Frames are this band, and ‘For The Birds’ is this album. Their new one, 'The Cost', ain't half bad either.
I’m not Irish, I’m certainly no Bonophile, and I don’t need obscurities as an external validation of cool. I just know that if this album doesn’t make your secret weapons list, we may as well remove the word ‘ecstasy’ from the dictionary and replace it with ‘critical consensus’.
Falling Slowly, The Frames [LISTEN]
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
"I'm over the ocean, over the hills, over the dell, over the fireline." (Low)
You can't get much quieter than a Low song. Not sonically quiet, because Mimi Parker is whacking that snare drum laconically but fairly insistently. But quiet in a slow-down, quell the monkey mind's insistent chatter manner.
I used to go to sleep listening to lullaby-Low, I'm sure we all have. It's music that encapsulates that moment when you're just about to drop off and bed is the best place to be: cosy and quiet and agreeably empty. Like the grave.
Over The Ocean, Low
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
"Nothing's gonna change this painted frown." (The Magnetic Fields)
"Nobody wants you
When you're a circus clown.
I should know
I looked all over town."
I Looked All Over Town, Magnetic Fields.
For Ken.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
"People say she looks like a cow. Let them laugh, you're a real cowboy." (Jocari)
Saturday, September 09, 2006
"Can you treat it like an oil-well when it's underground, out of sight?" (Pavement)
"And if the sight is just a whore sign
Can it make enough sense to me? "
In The Mouth A Desert, Pavement
"Hard to choose from all the riches of the Slanted and Enchanted album. Am a massive believer in all of it though. I believe in a voice that squeaks for a generation of fragile and pissed-off flaneurs. I believe in cheap, scuzzy, squiggly guitars zipping around like pollocky streaks of strop. I believe in false starts (cf. 'Loretta's Scars'). I believe in the falsetto gibberish of a melodic bonbon: all those lovely woo-woo-woos ('In The Mouth A Desert') and sha-la-la-las ('Trigger Cut'). I believe in snazzy tunes that grow on you after the third (or fourth, or fifth) listen. But I also believe in a certain amount of deranged howling (cf. 'Conduit For Sale', and the neurotic 'Chesley's Little Wrists'). I believe in titles that have (seemingly) nothing to do with the songs they're appended to. I believe in dippy, fleshwound lyrics that make more sense than senescence. I believe in the lackadaisical (at least as an idea). I believe in the effortless, induplicate coil of fiddle-faddle. I believe in drummers who are more interested in standing on their heads and serving french toast to their fans than snapping their snares (cf. Gary Young). I believe in combining West Coast serenity with East Coast sarcasm: 'I'm the only one who laughs/At your jokes when they are so bad/And your jokes are always bad...' I believe in the soul as part of the whole megillah, off the cuff, but swift as a kissing bug: 'I've got one-only life to live/I've got one-only life to give.' I believe in beginnings that that are also endings and vice-versa ('Everything's ending here', sings Malkmus on the ninth track, when in fact, if rumours are to be believed, three albums later, everything's ending here. Wherever that is. ) I believe in cool Italians. Not cool as in de rigueur Rigid-Cool (all Armani shades and slicked back pubes), but cool as in Claudio Galuzzi Cool, my first Musical Guru, who in 1992 who sold me this album from his little shop in Casalpusterlengo saying it would 'shake my cack, kedgeree constellations' (you lose something in translation). And it did. It made me a believer. Believe me."
For Steve (29 and 3/4 years old).
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
"Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene." (AC/DC)
"I feel safe in New York city,
I feel safe in New York city,
I feel safe in New York city.
Throw away the key."
I Feel Safe In New York City, AC/DC
For IF
I feel safe in New York city,
I feel safe in New York city.
Throw away the key."
I Feel Safe In New York City, AC/DC
For IF
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
"Never for money, always for love." (Talking Heads)
"Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
So I guess I must be having fun."
This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody), Talking Heads
Suggested by Jonathan (go see his play, it's brilliant!)
"This is the end of the summer." (The Young Knives)
"Hot summer, what a bummer
Me oh my, think I’m going to,
Pull a sicky, do a runner."
Weekends and Bleak Days (LISTEN) The Young Knives
For Jim
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Almost (Tracy Chapman)
"Almost got what I want
Almost found what I lost
Almost saved you and myself
Almost won but it doesn't count
And never does
Never does
Never does
Never does."
Almost, Tracy Chapman
For Michelle.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
"I don't want to be old and sleep alone." (Keane)
I need a place
That's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken."
Atlantic, Keane
Saturday, August 19, 2006
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