The basic gist of the story goes like this: I did something wrong, I confess, I’m sorry. I did something wrong, I confess, I’m sorry. You know what? I did something wrong, I confess…you get the picture? It doesn’t take a justice department to work out that such persistent offenders of the heart like Usher may actually be taking perverse joy in all these little heart dramas and are about as capable of feeling genuine adult remorse as your average Continue Reading
Championed by John Peel on its first release in 2003 and more than well acquainted with the odd comparison to Air and Zero 7, Noonakai are about as close to European as you’re likely to get this side of the English Channel. Not that I’m setting us Brits apart, or anything, but as master pie eaters, pudding fanatics and dumpling daredoers, you could hardly credit us with being broad-based promoters of subtlety and finesse. ‘All My Journeys’ and its pulsing Continue Reading
From the cover, a black and white shot of a hut in woodland, you would be forgiven for thinking that “A Parade.“ was a Grandaddy-esque slice of alt country whimsy – the hut however, turns out to be ‘Angel Fetus’ studios and the music, produced by U.S. experimentalists ‘Random Touch’, emerges as a stretch of abstract electronica. The tracks are oblique, like a series of digitally remastered Bowie outtakes from Hansa studios. The album is a grower – minimalist, expansive, Continue Reading
From the fervent hand-claps and miss-hit chord at the very beginning of ‘Kissing the Lipless’ to the plucked, petering daydream guitar at the close of ‘Those To Come’, The Shins’ second album is pristine to the point of textbook near-perfection. The tradition they set themselves with their revered debut, ‘Oh, Inverted World’, remains – namely that the most concentrated melodies are intoxicating, and best served gently. This is sparkling West Coast pop of the vintage kind, but it’s adept enough Continue Reading
If there were ever to be a biopic made about you, reader (which there probably won’t be – c’mon look in the mirror – but play along won’t you), Lambchop are just the kind of band you’d want scoring your true widescreen moments. Your more contemplative times, your graceful elder years especially, running in the park on a Sunday morning with your first love amongst the autumn leaves, in slow-mo, tinged in sepia. They have exuded gold-sealed class for nigh Continue Reading
Rarely can there have been such a terrifically staged entrance (excepting of course that of immaculate new-wave arch dukes Franz Ferdinand). As recently as a few months ago nobody would have seriously thrown Delays change outside Camden Town tube, let alone served them half a cider and black in the Good Mixer on a quiet weeknight. Then two singles, the blissed-out summer indie anthem ‘Nearer Than Heaven’ and the chewing-gum-in-the-sun summer indie anthem ‘Hey Girl’, dropped indie fairy-dust all over Continue Reading
The fact that it was recently paired with Damien Rice’s ‘O’ on Amazon says it all really. Teitur’s ‘Poetry and Aeroplanes’ is the kind of gauzy melancholia and dimly lit exposition of the heart that made Rice’s record so surprisingly assertive and unputdownable, the difference this time round is that whearas Rice refused to compromise his intense and weary sadness with flights of adult-oriented joy and frivolous production values, Teitur drifts into occasional mediocrity with scores and arrangements not unlike Continue Reading
Talk of power in records – true power, the sort whose immediate effects require a medical diagnosis – comes oh so flippantly on a day to day basis. The truth in the vast majority of cases is that the power referred to is in fact just volume, or distortion, things administered artificially to disguise a much less extraordinary reality. And the sad fact of the matter is that in an age when we have noises and entwined propaganda beamed at Continue Reading
Fans of Pole are likely to be pleased, but fans of Warp Records are likely to be left bemoaning the absence of all the usual high-concepts associated with Post-Rock and its albatross carrying anti-heroes. But who cares? The Cambridge-based Ascoltare is the new project dreamt up by ex-Gwei Lo man Dave Henson and its also the first album to be launched on Tripel Records, a label that intends to bring us the very best of grooveless, oddball, spaceage electronica. One thing Continue Reading
I have to confess, I was not wholly familiar with Throbbing Gristle until EMI included the track ‘United’ on their recent Death Disco compilation. And very sorry I am too for my ignorance, if only for the fact that it’s such a bloody fantastic name for a band. Whether or not Mute are trying their damndest to rewrite the history of dance music with this reappraisal of the band though, is very much by the by, as it’s quite often Continue Reading