Monday, November 22, 2021
Song(s) of the Day # 2,857 Wednesday
It's Monday. No, It's Wednesday! Quite incredible what a long shelf life Shoegaze has proved to have. For a scene that was largely ridiculed in the Britishmusic press at the time, with the exception of My Bloody Valentine and Ride, (though they also got a fair bit of flack too), it seems to exert a particular spell on young bands, and particularly young American bands, almost thirty years on.
Asheville, North Carolina quintet Wednesday seem just the latest in line in this particular respect. Latest album, Twin Plagues, their second, is very happy to mine that particular sound and most particularly MBV's Isn't Anything. I certainly don't mind. It's one of my favourite records and musical moments, seeing the band at the peak of their powers just after the release of that record in '89.
Twin Plagues seems to draw from the well, rather more than breath fresh life into the things they love in the way that other young contemporary American bands such as Horesgirl and Dummy seem to be doing right now. Still there's a lot of good stuff on here. I was particularly taken by The Burned Down Dairy Queen, both song title and track. Another one I'll watch.
Sunday, November 21, 2021
Horsegirl - Hey
Chicago's Horsegirl seem like a band to follow. Frighteningly young, coming essentially from a Shoegaze, Teenage Fanclub and Dinosaur Jr. angle but with plenty of fire of their own.They make very old things sound very, very fresh. Latest single Billy more than keeps up the fast opening pace that they've set for themselves. Their debut abum, which I hope will appear at some point in 2022 should be one to wait for with bated breath.
Albums of the Year # 35 Vanishing Twin - Ookie Gekkou
Song(s) of the Day # 2,856 Lily Konisberg
Darren Jones is a consistent and very welcome contributer to this blog, and I'm always grateful for his tips relating to things which I might like, he's almost always right as we seem to have quite similar tastes in these things.
Here's his latest advice. Lily Konisberg's recently released album Lily, We Need To Talk Now. Konisberg is also in New York's Palberta, a band who I suspect Darren also directed me towards. But Lily, We Need To Talk Now sounds absolutely nothing like Palberta, who toe a more Post Punk or purely Punk line than anything going on here.
This is neither of those things. Essentially it feels like a Pop record, (albeit one that's coming in from leftfield), and one you could certainly could dance to at times should you choose to do so. It's a lot of fun and Konisberg is cleary a notable talent. Thanks again Darren!
Saturday, November 20, 2021
Cate Le Bon - Moderation
Cate Le Bon is back. Always happy to be able to write those words.With a couple of new singles and an album. Pompeii due to arrive next February. Her latest, Moderation, is one of the best things she's ever done and it has a fabulous promo to match, with Cate showing off a rather fetching set of coloured tights and striking some inimitable poses behind a Venus De Milo type bust and flying a kite in a thunderstorm, as you do. It's all rather Lady MacbethThe song is quite immediate and boasts some Andy McKay type early Roxy Music sax flourishes. She's altogether a treasure.
Albums of the Year # 36 The Telephone Numbers - The Ballad Of Doug
A really rather lovely bit of old school C-86 pop:
It's great to come across an album unexpectantly from someone you heard a song from a few months back, knew a long player was on the way but it slipped your mind hen exactly when it was scheduled. A case in point. San Francisco's The Telephone Numbers released the wonderful You're Nowhere some time in early 2021. As sweet and winsonme an old school Indie Pop song as you could want to hear this year or frankly any other year for that matter. Now they've come good on their promise of a full album, The Ballad of Doug and not a moment too soon.
This is music which sticks with almost religious purpose to its chosen peramaters. It is, as I've already state,d Indie Pop and its primary texts of inspiration and guidance were all recorded in the UK between 1984 and 1988. Felt, The Razorcuts, The Field Mice, Creation and Sarah Records. The C-86 compilation itself. Before My Bloody Valentine, one of the janglers original inner circle broke things wide open with You Made Me Realise and you could never with any creative integrity go back to doing the same thing, just as The Beatles changed forever the way people thought about and went about the album format.
The Telephone Numbers have somehow found their way back to The Garden before the fall. The Ballad of Doug might be by twee indie by numbers' but it's a .perfect pitch as to the validity of that approach. An altogether lovely record. Like finding yourself back in your bedroom in 1986 with your bowl headed pals, preparing to give Whole Wide World the debut single by The Soup Dragons a spin.
Diabetics and calorie fearers beware. This is highly sacharine from the off. Thomas Rubenstein, for he is the power behind The Telephone Numbers, has a voice that might make your toes curl if you're not pre-disposed towards this stuff. He's a master of his chosen form, like a maverick art forger who can dash off a Canaletto and a couple of Bellinis of your choice in an afternoon before knocking off for tea.
There's not a false note on the whole album. It does what you expect it to do, then continues to do what you expect it to do and gives anyone who still subscribes to this a warm and grateful glow before the needle clicks into the run out groove of Side B.. It's put me in a great mood for my Saturday. I'm going to sign off myself now. Make myself breakfast and watch Whistle Down The Wind, a film the makers of The Ballad of Doug would I'm sure wholly approve of. But I'll be back to this soon.
Song(s) of the Day # 2,855 Gabriel Bernini
Friday, November 19, 2021
Albums of the Year # 37 Hannah Peel - Fir Wave
Although not a huge fan of instrumental music, this year's Mercury Music Award has brought a record of this type that is very, very much to my liking. It's Fir Wave, by Hannah Peel, quite a stalwart in her particular chosen field and this is a quite entrancing album.
Working within the broad tradition of Delia Derbyshire and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop the record creates a very special atmosphere for itself that is utterly spellbinding at times.
I find it almost impossible to describe it further except that it's very, very good, seems to summon up the elements at some points and comes across as glass half full music, which is the sort I'm drawn towards at the moment. I'd be perfectly happy if it won the Mercury, though I imagine that's a rather long shot.
Song of the Day # 2,854 Sonny Casey
Thursday, November 18, 2021
Albums of the Year # 38 El Michels Affair - Yeti Season
Wednesday, November 17, 2021
Albums of the Year # 39 Spirit Of The Beehive - ENTERTAINMENT, DEATH
Song(s) of the Day # 2,852 Dummy
Tuesday, November 16, 2021
Songs About People # 1,310 Lord Snowdon
They Might Be Giants, doing what They Might Be Giants do in 2021. Rather nicely here. One of Princess' Margaret's consort, Anthony Armstrong-Jones.
Penelope Isles - Which Way To Happy
One of the more interesting young, independent guitar bands to emerge from these islands in recent years, Brighton's Penelope Isles eschew the currently well trodden path for young bands of this stripe these days. Namely the Post Punk one of the likes of Squid, Dry Cleaning, Black Country New Road and Black Midi. Doffing their caps to The Fall, Gang of Four and Free Jazz.
Instead they take a more sunlit and altogether more pleasing path, at least to my ears. Second album Which Way To Happy, released recently, finds them evoking memories of the likes of Shoegaze, Sarah Records, Sixties Pop and Allvays and much else while all the while staying in their own lane. It's another well crafted and delightful record and a definite step onwards from 2019 debut, Until The Tide Creeps in, itself a fine album.
Too late to get any recognition in my own run down of favourite albums of 2021, it certainly would have done had it been released a couple of months earlier because, it's altogether dreamy. Quite special.
Penelope Isles don't conform to given rules. There are guitar solos that wouldn't have sounded out of place on some Prog record, by the likes of Hatfield of the North released in 1974, alongside more familiar moments that might remind you of early Saint Etienne and Lush. Delicious, and an album I'll be playing a lot in the coming weeks.
Albums of the Year # 40 The Killers - Pressure Machine
For a band this far into their careers, The Killers should definitely be in the 'has-been' categeory by this stage of the game. But remarkably they're not. They're very much a creative and commercial success still. Their latest album Pressure Machine, their seventh in all, is a pretty damned good one.
A concept album of sorts. Full of lovingly constructed portraits of singer Brandon Flowers' hometown of Nephi, Utah, population circa 5,300 during Lockdown. Between each song you hear interviews of the town's inhabitants. Smalltown tales of joy and woe. Mostly the latter.
The Boss haunts several other tracks here, probably the whole record. Pressure Machine is a tough record generally. It doesn't paint a particularly pretty picture of Nephi and hearing it is not likely to make you want to move there.
This is the sound of hollowed out lives and thwarted dreams. Looking for a way out and never managing to find it. But the tunes are certainly up there with what you'd expect of a band of the quality of The Killers.
They've always a band who headed straight for the commercial lane of the highway, but also showed that it could be done impressively and with grace. Some of the tracks here achieve a genuine poignancy you wouldn't really quite expect of the band. There's something quite eerie about some of the songs here that hint of Steinbeck and The Last Picture Show yet willl still sound great in the stadiums. I'd say it's one of the best things the band have ever done.
Song(s) of the Day # 2,851 Cathal Coughlan
Cathal Coughlan is a rather remarkable talent. For almost forty years the Cork raised talent has carved out a particular space forhim in the musical scheme of things. First with Microdisney, then Fatima Mansions. Wordy, furiously and righteously political, and astonishingly erudite, he spits out scores of words a minute as if he swallowed a dictionary in his youth and hasn't quite coughed it all up yet.
Latest album Song of Co-Aklan, from earlier this year, is the latest exhibit for his talent, devotees would say genius. In many ways he belongs to the Irish literary tradition as much as its musical hertage. His phenomenal verbiage the natural heir to the likes of James Joyce, Flann O'Brien and Brendan Behan.
It's a really great listen, you may not understand the whole tale he's telling, but you should enjoy his telling of it. Still raging against the dying of the light to a skilled, baroque musical backdrop.
Monday, November 15, 2021
Songs of the Year # 41 St. Vincent
Didn't really care for the St. Vincent album this year, which many others raved about. But I did like this.
Albums of the Year # 41 Orla Gartland - Women On The Internet



























