Vibraphones ahoy ! Milt Jackson is imposibly funky and soulful and one really worth following the trail to a leafy glade. He played with all the greats and understood the swing innately.
'To boldly go where no blog has gone before....
Vibraphones ahoy ! Milt Jackson is imposibly funky and soulful and one really worth following the trail to a leafy glade. He played with all the greats and understood the swing innately.
Reasons to be cheerful, Part erm..... well four thousand four hundred and seventy eight. And counting.... The Hobknobs and their debut a;bum Helmets Off takes the biscuit frankly !
From the Dutch Lou & Mo school of Indie strum. No lack of ennui and boho poetry. Every one's a monochrome winner baby !
So what to do on a gloomy Sunday evening when all news emissions seem to be trumpeting on every street corner about the end of the World. Listening to The Demise of Planet X the new album by the Sleaford Mods which to all intents and purposes appears to be all about end days. Any excuse for getting totally off your face.
So first the good news. It's very lively and very funny. Not one to play to your favourite Aunt perhaps but certainly a sparky forty one minutes, There are guest appearances from Aldous Harding and Life Without Buildings Sue Tompkins. It feels like being assaulted by hopped up junkies when you've only gone into your local bank to pay in a cheque.
There's a song called Don Draper about the serial Mad Men philanderer.Don Draper. It's about fear and obsession and addiction and imagining our modern age hosts new dangers when actually it's always been this way.Since the dawn of time. It's a lot of fun. It's Monday morning now ! Off we sail into the coming day,
Momoko Gill's debut album Momoko is clearly Jazz inflected but se herself is resistant to labels and it's an album that flirts with plenty of pigeon holes and genres. It's feather lite and cool and that will more than do for me.
It's the third of August so I'm highly inclined to listen to A Body Of Voices by The Autumn Leaf. It's largely minimalist instrumental patterns with the occasional guest artist sprinkling the mix. Mindfulness as the seasons change and the world turns.
Of Montreal's latest album aethermead is from the off driven by an arthouse persona driven conviction which has been worked on and refined for years. Athens, Georgia band always goes down well on It Starts With a Birthstone. Particular one with no obvious resemblance or DNA of their obvious antecedents B52s, R.E.M., Pylon amd so on and so forth,
This has a more particular set of reference points. The Wainwrights, Southern Literature and Films. A glass of wine from a good year. The finer things in life. This is gossamer light and deft. A rewarding as a rich meal in the company of cultivated company.
Influencers? Are you hip to this.. Dead Finks fourth New Plastic Abyss strident agitation of the most vigorous kind. A coat of many colours. The Scars meet Rats On Rafts. Wumderbar !!! Hysteria is back in vogue. See them in Leipzig, Berlin, Prague and Munich in April and May. New Favourite Band Number Blah, blah, blah.
Perhaps Brown Horse's are Norwich's finest. They're certainly a horse of a different colour. Third album Total Dive might at first seem like an open invitation for doomscrollers of the world to unite and feel sorry for themselves.But persevere. For there's much here for lovers of Neil Young, The Band , Springsteen and the open road to celebrate. I'm not quite sure what Alan Partridge might think of it really. But frankly, what does that guy know,
This is a band that must be growing used to being compared to artists and records that came out over fifty years ago. This is tonally not necessarily the cheeriest record you're likely to hear this week but it may well be one of the best. I went to university in Nowich but it certainly doesn't remind me of The Fine City. It probably reminds me of somewhere like Omaha, even though I've never been there and am probably unlikely to ever get there. Good recirds do things like that to you. This is a very good record !
Yes, yes, yes. it's my autumn almanac. All the leaves are brown. And the sky is grey. But the great records keep flowing up the pike . Not least Angela Autumn's new one. An unholy mix of Adrianne Lenker, Karen Dalton and Janis J. New album Believer is as rich and ripe to fall as you could possibly want.
A songwriter and banjo player based in Nashville Tennnessee although she hails from an appalachian region of Pennsylvania. Believe is the sound of someone raised in bluegrass roots music. A brave, bucolic and heady record,
If in doubt, go down to the underground. Black Beach reignite the conflagration first lit in the early Eighties by the likes of Minor Threat, Mission of Burma, Black Flag, et al in the early eighties on Mail Thief. It's all incredibly authentic.
Half a day with Kate Bush and Aerial. The other with Wooden Shijps making it Back To Land. This is an album which came out in 2013. Which frankly feels like a long, long time ago. It was the year I started writing this blog. But I certainly remember being fascinated by this records and as it's just been re-released, I might just need to own it.
Wooden Shjips are contemporary psychedelicisits and they hail from San Francisco. They're comfortable in their lineage. Velvets, Dorrs, 13th Floor Elevators, Silver Apples, Suicide , Spacemen 3, Loop, Black Angels. Back To Land makes them sound positively Scandinavian . They come across as Viking warloads heading back after a long trek westward. Time to head back to 2013cand from there to 1967.
Red. Pinks & Blues are one of those bands that you know what their album sounds like before you've heard it. That is precisely their charm and appeal. Or perhaps if you weren't inclined why you wouldn't touch their records with a long bargepole.
I'm in the former rather than the latter category. I listened to their latest record Acknowledge Kindness last night. it's a sound basic principle and the songs adhere to its principles. The songs unroll like a summer afternoon doing nothing in particular in grassy sunlit meadows. Being seeventeen forever, at least at heart There's something effortless about the atmosphere inetrwoven here. It's like staying seventeen forever.
Brighton's Hollow Hand sound like a strange and inspired fusion of Dexys Midnight Runners and Dire Straits. Dire Midnight Runners? Dexys Straits. Alan McGee would have signed this band to his record label back in the day ! New album Wish Road South has that odd Seventies twang that's half way between Peckham High Street and the America of its dreams. Ther eare hints of The Kinks and The Beatles. It's really rather gentle, rather English and rather lovely !
Cindy from San Francisco. They're playing songs from The Velvet Underground Songbook, Their latest album Another Country. As I rise and pack and prepare for a train journey South to be with my elderly parents.
Now I'm down South in my family's bosom with all the madness that entails. I have Another Country on again and actually it feels rather like Christmas. Perfect soundtrack. Mum is downstairs preparing tea. All is right in the World. Frankly, if this is Another Country, I'd like to go there immediately.
We must live in the moment and appreciate our good fortune. I appreciate mine. Cindy make me appreciate it more. They don't veer from a well established formula that has kept me happy for my adult life and will do so as long as I'm on this earth. Until it ends with a tombstone as the blog I write's title implies.
I've been listening to Kate Aerial all day. I increasingly like to do that with albums. Get their measure. Find myself overcome. Carried aborne. Kate is good for that and so is Aerial. All life is here. A mother's love for her children. The sacred quality of the daily chores. The sublime. The playing sometimes feels slightly worthy. The spirit is profound and the execution divine.
Autumn is here. And the decline to Christmas starts. But never fear. For here comes a monumental records that speaks to the times. There have been innumerous responses to the current incumbent and imperial regime of the White House . The one thing the current global climate is surely good for is in terms of generating cultural responses. Protomartyr's seventh album Hotel Usona is probably just about as good as it gets.
Darkly satirical. But also bleakly furious. Horror, disgust, dread, disdain, poetry and an almost tangible glee are all stirred into the mix in quick succession. The resulting album is blisteringly entertaining and relentless. It's all incredibly ambitious and builds an extraordinary and furious intensity. Musically the band cast their net further than they have done previously. This is racheted up to a glorious and sustained degree. A masterful record as we head into the abyss.
Team Dresch a Punk Queercore band from Olympia, Washington are back after a thirty year hiatus with Furthermore a robust streamlined album that sounds a bit like Fleetwood Mac morphing into Sleater Kinney.
There's plenty of choreographed mob chanting where it gets to the point that arms need to be punched skywards and the moshpit for the fifty somethings kicks into gear.
This is a punchy powerfully played record with the component instruments dropping like small explosions in an out of the mix, There is Comanche intent and reisilience to the bands stance. They've somewhat softened their line of attack over the attack but stayed consistent to their values.
* Disclaimer. The first track is nondescript. Please persevere. The record improves incrementally.
Rough Trade are onto this and that's good enough for me. I went across the road just now and mentioned them to Nick the owner of the record shop and he put Wired, their latest album on and he agreed. It doesn't take much to get this stuff right. Intent, conviction. Drive.A vague alienation. But not too forced. You don't need to frighten the horses.
Wired isn't weird but it has plenty of independent fire md melody. And heart. .Basement are the best thing thing to come out of Ipswich since Kevin Beattie, They've reformed sporafdcally since 2029. This takes Pixies, Smoking Popes, Radiohead, Ulrika Spacek amd lots of other bands you've never heard of to wonderful effect
This is a cooler than thou Song of the Day. One for the art set. For those who stroke their chins and like to listen to Arthur Russell and Laurie Anderson rarities before doing some coke and going for cocktails in downtown Manhattan. Wish I was there !
Long time Arthur Russell collaborator Nirosta Steel has finally released his debut album My Skyscraper decades down the line and Pitchfork are so delighted about it they've published the kind of review you'd expect focusing on the concept of play as a tagline.
My Skyscraper is certainly a whole new shade of fun. Funky, elusive, full of in jokes and fretless bass. Light as souffle and not an ounce on the waist. Waiter !!!
Simetumes it's great when a fine goup splinters. You get more for your money. The individuals within the band start putting out albums of their own and the plot thickens. The harvest is enhanced. Our general lot is improved. Take Fairport Convention . Take Can. Take Kraftwerk. Take erm The Beatles.
Take Radiohead. It's Saturday mirning and I find myself at my desk listening to Ed O'Brien's new record Blue Morpho.. O'Brien has made a series of videos where he talks about how the record was brought firth by crisis. It sounds like Radiohead. It sounds like those who Radiohead picked up the banner for and forged onward. Nick Drake, Krautrock, Egypt. The Heavenly Choir.It's a deft, magical record. The eye of the storm...
Jake Xerxes Fusell's The Old Beloved Path. A wonderful record to turn in on on a Tuesday evening. An even better one to wake up to on Wednesday morning. It's lonesome and evocative . Melodies and moments that are in our bones.
I can't particularly write about Jazz but I do appreciate it. Crying, Laughing have and album called Starting and frankly, it's Smoking. Different ways of getting to the same place
This has an incredibly high 'Hip' quotient. That's to be respected but I have my ceilimg when it comes to LCD Soundsytem. Probably largely generationally and geographically we don't coincide. Still. It's alright I s'ppose.
Julia Jacklin's fourth album The Gem has a poised quality and I'd suggest benefits most of all from active engagement. and repeated listens to release its harvest . This makes for an increasingly compelling and rewarding experience. It has a rhythm. A coherent flow. Like a river you're drawn downstream with and eventually overcome by and find yourself succumbing to its undertow.
I've got this on repeat. As we head from September and brace ourselves for Autumn. Sometimes a record tudns up just when you need it. Jacklin is definitely an artist who shares certain impulses and instincts with Aldous Harding. Found poetry. It's an album that's as rich as a well judged, poetic novel . Something I wanted to understand better so I'll return to it in the hope that I begin to do so better.
Sometimes its in the name. Shouldn't a band called Spooky Tooth from the late Sixties and rolling into the Seventies be worth listening to. This has an imperious flow and drag to it that makes you yearn for the times. There's something slightly messianic about the whole record which is frankly.
Spooky Tooth were from Carlisle which is also greatly commendable and also put out albums on Island and were produced by Jimmy Miller which are also badges of note. This is incredibly soulful and engaging.
Alex Winter and Geese seem to be connecting with a lot of people right now. Further evidence if needed on Late To Set. He walks down the less trodden road.
i Iike a record with a liminal space dimmension and an intriguing sobriquet. So Windy & Carl Meet Optigan Conservatory delivers on several fronts. A leading light apparently in the Michigan Space Rock scene of the nineties they've prevailed and moved on to calmer, if slightly eerier waters. This is one I find I keep coming back to....
Rufus Wainwright makes me feel like I'm waking up in New York. It's the sweep. The romance. The ambition. And extravagance. Want One gives you the sense that you're heading down Broadway for a lunchrime date, It's the stuff of dreams
Sitting on a big oak tree. Yellow and green. At the age of nineteen. We've all been there. And perhaps aren't anymore. But that doesn't seem to matter or impact on the basic emotion. The feeling of being alive. It's certainly a long time in the other place. Lethe. The river of forgetfulness.
In the meantime there are worse places I might direct you than to Slow Pulp's Melodie. It's the stuff of uncertain Independent American dreaming.That will do for today. And tomorrow I imagine.
There are a series of titles with the Jazz and Soul late and greats entitled 'At The Montreux Jazz Festival' ; Ella Fitzgerald, Dizzy Gillespie. Nina Simone, David Bowie . Take your pick. Tonight I'm listening to Bill Evans. The drummer is a bit too fiddly and wired too close to the recording mic for my comfort and this becomes an irritant but otherwise everything is just precisely in place. Bill Evans knows...
'Long drive to Reno. Blasting too hard to tell. This is the worst year of my life but so far it's gone pretty well.'
Des Moines, Iowa. An album called Shark River. A guy who calls himself Wormy. As good a way to work my way from lessons two to three on a January morning halfway through the month.
This is all American endeavor. Phosphorence comes to mind but there's less heat rising off the headphones, more confusion in the wire. Wormy doesn't seem to have so much under his bely . This is a great place to start.