Mark Sinker reviews 15 albums. Mostly from Central Africa. This suff is such a publuc service that it makes you wonder. How were you expected to tell your Soukous from your Makossa?Well, you could try reading the NME. Exquisite music journalism.
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Mark Sinker reviews 15 albums. Mostly from Central Africa. This suff is such a publuc service that it makes you wonder. How were you expected to tell your Soukous from your Makossa?Well, you could try reading the NME. Exquisite music journalism.
Not one to leave at the front of a row in your room for your mother to walk into your room and notice.
I had a severe Industrial Noise episode when I went to see Mandy, Indiana live at Zerox on Newcastle Quayside de just over a couple of years back. But it seems I'm a glutton for punishment as I'm back in the queue for my latest dose of medicine. An album called.... wait for it.... URGH.
I love Mandy, Indiana's schtick. They're a band called Mandy, Indiana, from Manchester who sound like a French railway announcer having some kind of fit at the height of the rush hour at Paris Nord.. These aren't tunes so much as shots to the couer and Mandy, Indiana are to blame! They give love a good name ! Get in line if you know what's good for you, .
Whenever I come across a Fall album on one of these countdowns it feels rather like work . The same applies when Nick Cave pokes his head round the office door. It feels like work.My heart sinks and I' m back on the conveyor belt. Back on the chain gang. Back in the typing pool . Under someone's thumb. In the name of the novel. Under the frog. As low as it gets.
I realise what seems like ten minutes through the opening lumpenproletarian dirge Alten Towers which for thousands of others this sems like the height of ecstasy and adrenalised thrill. Imperial Wax Solvent has its moments. But I've been here to may times pn this mortal coil and I've given my take on The Fall here too often too. That man in the corner of the pub is shouting at me again. 'I'm a fifty year old man. What are you going to do about it?' Leave the pub mate,. 7/5.
An album that has come to be seen in mythic dimensions in the eyes of believers likr a great coming of age novel or film that you must experience before you die. Catcher In The Rye in 12 inch form. It's the sound of failure essentially and what exactly it i that's so appealing about it.
Released in 2003 by an independent guitar band from New Jersey. Formed in the late eighties and infamous for their prevarications and intense intrigue and struggles with erm just about everything. The Meadowlands represents everything that makes Rock & Roll so intriguing and remunerative. It's why I write It Starts With a Birthstone. Why I return to the mine seam with a pick and shovel on a daily basis.
Any album that starts with The House That Guilt Built is unlikely to concud with I am the Resolution. The Wrens sensed that the New Millennium was not likely to be fitted for such gestures. The precedent for this as with so much that I write on on It Starts is Murmur.
The guitars are sturdy if the vocals bleaat somewhat. But instrumentation provide solid foundations and tetify to why this album had had such an enduring and powerpful legacy
Spring has sprung. It Starts With a Birthstone can officially proclaim. DISCOMBOBULATED from Hen Ogledd has landed for ousisders and refuseniks to pretend that they are a tree or fish ir whatever it is they wish to. In the words of The excellent Guardian review: 'What to do when the word's falling apart ? Take to the streets? Run to the hillsThe latest album by this British folk-rock quartet suggests that a blend of fantasy and realism can provide a better way of living.'
DISCOMBOBULATED is the gentlest and most regal unravelling. The album is certainly barmy . But frankly, aren't we all. We have been since childhood amd here is a record that recognises this better than Boards of Peace which break International Law and seek to oppress, divide. The centre cannot hold as the adage tells us. Perhaps the margins can.
This is certainly a good place to start a Saturday morning. Bard Rap (in Welsh when it chooses) apparently decrying capitalism and celebrating grass roots resistance. Hen Ogledd are pitching their tent and inviting you to join their pagan happy hour.
Mansun were truly runts of the Brit Pop litter. For the odd teenage boys who hung around the library on gloomy afternoons and spent their teenage years with their collars turned up against the wind.
One of the beauties of having a large record collection like this. To pluck a record as beautiful and unexpeccted this out of it and to put it on for its annual play as the February shadows darken.
Attitude and style of mid ranking American nineties guitar band that take me back to Dortmind in 1993 and 1994 when I was young and this was the kind of music me and my friends listened to because ut made sense to then. . I had no classes in the afternoon so I'd nip off to a bar and drink a beer and smoke some cigarettes or go to the Dortmund arcade and play pinball. Wait for a while and then go meet meet friends.
This spins me back, Madder Rose aren't hugely remembered but judged on this they deserve to be. They ride the wave of life with no little aplomb for thirteen self written songs.here that say there are better things to do in life than what the boss would have wanted you to do,
I went to see The Go Betweens at Kingston Poly with friends in the Easter Break in University April 1986. It cost a pound. A week earlier I'd squited a beautiful young woman around the maze at Hampton Court. She's invited herself to my parents for Synday Lunch. I walked her from my famoly house in Teddington, across Bushy Park and back. A month later we were together. Sometimes the times are with you. The wind is in your sails.Just Like Spring Rain.
The Would Be Goods hail from the same enchanted neck of the woods as The Monochrome Set. A world where a new Connery Bond will be in the cinemas a couple of weeks, Joe Meek is still in the charts and Profumo hasn't faded from memory.New album Tears Before Bedtime is seven shades of charming.
There was something about Racey that made even a sensitive 13 year old like myself recoil in horror, There had to be more to life than they offered.
'The wind blows over hillsides. The day greets the dawn.'
Let is dance down the road. A sensitive album. In a sensitive tradition. Beverley Glenn-Copeland' Laughter In Summer. An eighty two year old Candian singer songwriter who wrote for Sesame Street.
Not just that, He's had a long and distinguished musical career in Jazz and Folk and undergone gender tradition An artist who has been diagosed with demntia on the LGBT com with a female partner, if any of this stuff matters.
This is a fragrant beautiful record that celebrates the essential renewal of life and the peaceful valies which we should all share. That's the end of today's sermon. Just listen to the record. Peace will descend.
Jesus & Mary Chain came to UEA ehere I was in the middle of my glorious first year experience. But I didn't go. I suspect I didn't approve of their name. Having had a church upbringing where I was largely pressganged by devotional parents but it still left its brand of vague belief and esential innocence
But I didn't like the idea if them. Their rudeness. Or their hair. Preferring Echo & The Bunnymen's. At least they made an effort in the Dissolute Bohemian department. And I didn't like feedback. That took a while. I was in thrall to bands who didn't stoop to dissolute rage and f- ing and blinding and could play full sets and not adopt a year zero rage approach because it made newspaper headlines.. .While they hid behind their fringes and acne and pretended to be The Velvet Underground when actually they really just wanted a nice girlfriend and an NME cover. .
Of course when they played was a 'legendary experience' which those who went still speak of in awed reverential whispers 40 years on. My own future honey was there. Snapping away on a pricey camera like some refugee from Warhol's Factory in her smart pork pie hat and smart blue coat. She took some great shots and gave one to the guy who roomed next door to me in an effort to win his friendship.. I'm not sure it worked. She certainly won my undying love.
I still don't really listen to Psycho Candy that often.. I had my own Creation Road to Damsacus moment when My Bloody Valentine came to Nowich Arts Centre three years later and I found myself swimming in a sea of ecstatic youth that was altogether that was like a spell being cast and suspended like the best gigs and will always be one of the most memorable musical experiences of my lifetime.
As forJesus & Mary Chain. I WASN'T THERE ! But I do like this. It captures the claustrophobia. The desire; The spell. The desire ti be more daring than you actually are or ever will be because essentially uou have too mych sense. These three minutes have everything you want from Rock & Roll frankly. Perhaps I should have made more of an effort and gone..
The Bronx understand the essence of being in a Rock & Roll band . That it's a license and a liberty but also a responsibility and a duty to those who are chained to the Nine to Five. What bands like these provide is the opportinity. The idea. That you could be in a hardcore band called the Bronx one part of the evening. Then change into ponchos and loud tops and start fure eating and jugglingand do the full Mariachi thing later in the evening .
Mariachi El Bronx (IV) does exactly what you want it to do. The same thing. The thing that (i) (ii) and (iii) did. The corona and tequila are flowing. The burritos are as hot as the senoritas. The sun us always shining unless its setting, High Chaparal ! Vamos ! And other cultural cliches.
The NME was a place to learn about music. In a small corner of the Albums Reviews is a write up of a George Jones collection by veteran staffer Fred Dellat. I wouldn't have read it at the time but it's packed with genuine knowhow.
XTC were strangers to the singles charts and Top of the Pops from this point onwards. But Grass hits big here.
Morrissey has established his attitude and stance on virtually everything. Let's face it he did so within pretty six months of taking his place at the barricades at some point in 1983 and now listening to three minutes of the opening of You Are The Quarry you can't help wondering if there is anything left to say.
Last night I sat in my living room in near darkness with a beaker of tea and bar of chocolate and listened in complete stillness to Greg Weeks Folk / Prog album If The Sun Dies . It's a quite spectacular album frankly. Enchanting in many respects and I'll do my utmost to do it justice here.
In terms of its chords and mood you're very much in Neil Young's world.. The Neol of the early Seventies. Harvest, After The Gold Rush. At a certain point in the evening I stopped listening to this went off to the stove and cooked myself a bowl of mushroom soup and listened to Everyone Knows this is Nowhere while I cooked ,consumed it and then washed the bowls and pan.
Then I returned to my desk put my headphones on and started lstening to If The Sun Dies again. The mood of the evening and process frankly was quite seamless. You hear quite a lot of records like this now. Ones that utterly try to replicate the mood, ambience and very texture of bygone times. But few which are so immaculate in their conceit as If The Sun Dies. It belongs in April 1972; Or the 15th Century,
Weeks of course was in Espers and knows his Gentle Giant from his Drake and Steeleye Span, But this is not an academic exercise. The songs are heartfelt and this is an meticulous, heartfelt exercise rather than a labour of love.
Like Benny Hill and Bee Bumble before him, Tackie Mackie makes novelty records.' You can tell this is not going to be a good review. It's actually not a bad record listening to it now but McLaren didn't really invite the NME to take him seriously.
I saw Nick Kent give his eulogy at the Laugharne Festival the day after he died and Kent said he was a pimp essentially. McLaren didn't exactly discourage this epitaph. Kopf comes not to praise Fans but to bury him 'McLaren can't sing he can't write, he is a most pedestrian arranger,,,' He's not a patch on ZTT..' ;Fans is shoddily done. ; 'The record reeks of Gilbert & Sullivan.' Ouch !
* For the record I've really enjoyed listening to Fans this afternoon. It's a very enjoyable car crash. The place where low culture meets high culture.
'I don't know the answer to that question. If I knew I would tell you...;
Valentine's Day is done but 15th Februry still feels like a great day to play Lexicon of Love and transport me back in time to 1982. The year it came out amd the year I left secondary school and graduated from Elvis Costello regulation NHS frames to cooler John Lennon specs and became a candidate for kisses, lovehearts and poisoned arrows myself.
I didn't particularly like ABC at the time. I didn't know my Motown from my Stax ir my Temptations from my Velvelettes. I didn't realise exactly how skilled Lexicon of Love was. That it started with a west End musical with the orchestra warming up in the bear pit and climaxed to gasps and swoons and a standing ovation from a full house. everyone coming onstage for the curtain call in glitter and sequins.
This is a funky record too but not one where any song ever outstays its welcome. Trevir Horn is all lightness and strings to contrast Martin Hammett's with sturm und drang..Martin Fry understands Harpers & Queens and the stock market and was equally comfortable on the cover of NME, The Face and Smash Hits. This is knowing but also incredibly graceful. .
People made records like this in those days. Dare, Rattlesnakes, Sulk, Tin Drum, Imperial Bedroom, Penthouse & Pavement, Ocean Rain. We didn't realise there was am expiry date on the New Pop party. That Thatcherism essentially would reel this stuff in and records like thes would be a rarity by 1985. But New Pop was great while it lasted and it's great to look back at now. Personally I sometimes wonder whether the human imagination is slightly poorer now. There are plenty of great records still being made. But this kind of record seems like its made without a safety net.
Domestic Bliss? Surely an oxymoron A vain imagining. But in this case it happens to be the latest album from Voka Gentle a band for London who may be in the gutter and poseurs of am expressive dayglo sort but at least they're looking at the stars as they head for the hills as Dr.s Wilde and Bowie would prescribe, Even if the album cover is bad Salvador Dali and no mistake !
This is a bit of a ragbag but isn't lacking in daring or ambition. Even though occasionally I'm reminded of The Thompson Twins. Doctor Doctor !!! It's not running on the spot at least. It might be lacking in shape and substance on occasion but its decorative, varued and throws shapes. I give it 7.5, it's It Starts With a Birthstone's song / album of the day. I salute its bravura. Who precisely is Torpedo Mike and why are Voka Gentle staring back down my telescope ? Your guess is as good as mine.
'Don't you tell it to the breeze . Cause she will tell the birds and bees . Then everyone will know. Because you told the babbling trees. Yes you told them once before. Because you told the blabbering trees.'
Sometines you need some eternal truths. The best of The Inkspots is a good place to go to in these moments for an instant remedy. We werem't the first to feel these raging emotions beating like ancient passions in our chest. And we won't be the last. This is a place where you can hear of emotions that were lived before you came to the planet and will be experienced way after you've departed it. These songs express emotions that are sometimes greater than our ability to express them.. Let the Ink Spots spo and express them for us all. Then move on with your day..