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'To boldly go where no blog has gone before....
Saturday morning becomes Saturday afternoon. And Jesca Hoop's new album Long Wave Home suddenly is a preferable option to.... well anything. It's like sitting diwn and switching on your TV to find The Clangers or Noggin The Nog playing. And.getting yourself a cup of tea and some toast. And leaning back on the settee.
Long Wave Home is a reminder that's not really needed of what makes her such a singular and cherishable artist. It's a playful, intricate set of songs shifting fluently between the personal and the political. From the off the album feels like a process of gradual accumulation if beauty.
The songs feel complementary. Not showy. Music like this is a placebo fundamentally. A message that things are going to be OK. Calm your nerves and make yourself anither piece of toast. Curl up. Which is precisely what I intend to do,
Pavement were always rather wilful. That was their charm . And their flaw. Stereo is one of the mst annoying songs I've ever heard.It was chosen as a single for some reason. Elsewhere they pile on the quirks and the melody. The whole point of the band was that they were smarter than thou and incredibly pleased with themselves. Their influence is quite measureless. They predateand chime with the Post Millennial condition. We're all too clever for our own good.
It's Robyn Hitchcock the grand old dame of English Psychedelic Rock with his latest album The Confuser. He's as unashamedly reto as he ever was. Looking back to '65-'67. The Byrds and Barrett's Floyd. This will not change your world.. It may brighten up your day. Songs about Dead Astronauts played by a man with a floppy fringe in a polkadot shirt
The Strokes and I have history. Twenty five years ago, between their first and second albums I went to New York City with a good friend and his partner and we seriously considered moving there. Partly because of the Strokes and the scene they'd inhstigated and spearheaded there.
We saw Interpol and The Walkmen while we were there. Aso Mo Tucker and watched Alan McGee DJ-ing . Visited Trump Tower. Had some intense and memorable experience. It was a few months from 9/11. I met a guy in a bar who I later suspected might have been there. The idea haunted me for a while. We drank a lot of beer walked, experienced the great city to the full. I haven't been back. I'm not sure I will.
The move was not feasible. New York City like everywhere then and now was in the process of gentrifying and I didn't have a skillset that was required. I also decided it probably wasn't for me much as I loved it. . Instead I went to Wroclaw, Poland by train and got the teacher training qualifications and skillset that I required to get to where I needed. To gain some kind of authority and have at least some idea about what I'm doing inside and outside the classroom. I'm glad I became a teacher. It's the great road.
While I was in Wroclaw that long hot summer of 2002. I listened to Is This It ? a lot. I went out with a Ukranian girl who was on the course. She was working in Katowice and I was offered a job there during the course. I accepted partly because of the girl and partly because of the school she was working at which sounded like a place I needed to be.
This proved to be the case. I went to Katowice and found the road I needed to be on . The relationship didn't last but I learned a lot from the Ukranian girl . In Katowice I learned pretty much what I needed to know about what I do. I worked hard and also played hard. Learned about life and love. Met the most beuatiful woman I'll ever know. Had an incredible and joyous experience with her. Which still continues.
Now I'm 60. I'm listening to The Strokes seventh album Reality Awaits in my parents living room. . It seems pretty good to me. Veined with life and experience like we all are. But unashamedly emotional, goofy and intense and maverick and true to what made them such a great band. I'd say they remain one. It also feels like they're finding new roads. Which is something it's always a good iea to try to do.
Dogwood Tales working with Euphoria Again. Destination Heaven.. Where we're all going to meet again I trust. An emotional Alt Country band from Harrisonburg, Virginia. Another recommendation frim best friend of It Starts With a Birthstone Darren Jones, aka First mate Starbuck. Thanks again Darren, this is rather lovely.
Records like this see, rather commonplace but always hit the spot. Tou get the sense that every small town in America has a bend like this. Setting up their gear onstage and getting ready to play. Steel pedal player sat at a desk at the back of the room. Letting the days go by. Same s it ever was.
All Clouds Bring Rain by MEMORIALS is a Psychedelic Folk Album of the Modern stripe.. It's warm and and full of inventive and melodic. moodshifts. File beside Jane Weaver and Naima Bock.
England are labouring in Atlanta against. I have the TV on, but the volume down. I'm afraid I've seen this too many times and I have Francis of Delirium's Run Run Pure Beauty. on at my desk. Luxembourg's finest woe is me merchant. Some things never go out of fashion
Accessory is one of the less inspired band monikers I've stumbled across of late. But I'm altogether taken by their latest album Dust. The man behind accessory is jason Ball and the band come out of Chicago. The record is like its title . Indie motes in sunlight, coming together and then drifting apart. There's much beauty and wonder to be experienced here.
The one that was hige. Before MGMT decided that what they really wanted to be was the Television Personalities. There's nowt as strage as some American.Folk. But the album is magical and charts fresh pathways. It's unconstructed by genril constraints and considerations like all great Millennium records.
My Uncle Malcolm died recently. He was my last remaining Uncle. We had a special friendship in his last few years. From COVID on. We corresponded on Whatsapp about film and books and family. Work and aging. Rail travel. All kinds of things.He was an incerdibly funny and erudite man. Sweet and wise and sometimes sad. Like the best people who you know ,I'll always miss him.
We sometimes spoke about music as it's my central preoccupation. Hence, this. But it wasn't worth dwelling on things too much as we had much more to talk about when it came to books and films. Malcolm didn't care for Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, David Bowie or Kate Bush who I raised as converation points . I didn't really feel it worth pursuing though he was interested in the writing I do on here. He wrote himself.
He said that he liked Julia Holter which surprised me as it seemed out of character. He wasn't someone who ccould be pigeonholde.and I'm listening to Aviary now as I make my way into my Wednesday morning journey my lessons. My 'work' .
Aviary is symphonic and mysterious. Enigmatic. Reminds me of Bjork sometimes. Of an orchestra warming up at others. It's rather incredible and mysterious. I have Malcolm's dialogue with me on my phone this morning to remind me of his singular voice. As for Aviary. It's like being in a conservatory. A hothouse.Tendrils. Palms. Interior life. There's a lot here. . It's rather wonderful. I'm glad Malcolm liked this. I do too.
'The moral of the story is fish....'
Theres always space in the pop marketplace for the new loundmouth on the block. You're Gonna Need a Little Music Leeds band Yard Act's album tells you very early on that it has nothing to say and then goes on for 40 minutes anyway, after namechecking David Gedge and Howard Devoto in the first three minutes . And piling it on from that point on as if the Arctic Monkeys never even happened
It's like spending an evening in a pub with someone twenty years younger than you who thinks they're hilariousy funny and you're lucky to be in their company and never stop to ask you what you think. It's reasoably diverting but never really makes its own case.
Let's face it many some us grew up with Morrissey, Ian Curtis, Ian McCulloch, Paddy MacAloon and Mark E.Smith. Those before us had John Lydon, Joe Strummer and Pete Shelley. Ten years earlier their were Lennon, Jagger. Ray Davies and Townshend. A few years earlier they had The Kitchen Sink and Thr Angry Young Men. Sillitoe, Braine, Osborne and Amis.
One thing these lists have all got in common . There are no women there. You're Gonna Need a Little Music is all very well but it might have cast its net slightly wider. But Stop Me If you Think You've Heard This One Before.
Missed Dunks at Summer League debut album Fared Well. The band hail from Greensboro North Caroline. They find a subdued groove somewhere between Built To Spill and Murray Street Sonic Youth. Then ride it round the block onto the highway and into the sunset.
This is a record that builds a fabulous atmosphere of its own drawing evidently on that Nineties sound but building its own nest. And it's a snug rug indeed. Highly more-ish !!!
It's Monday morning and I have a fresh Lido Pimenta album Caribenya to empower me and kick start the working week. It's a wonder which reminds you if you require a reminder of the wonder of the world and how little we understand of the sheer miracle of existence.
I don't speak Spanish though perhaps I should as I have any number of Spanish relatives. But this has rhythms and tendrils that speak a universal language and summon the listener to the dance and the feast,
Waxahatchee, Kevin Corby and todays Song of the Day Star Moles chart new American highways. There will always be a need to tell old stories in new ways.
Speculative Fiction. Wipe that Smirk off your face Punk. Wondrous West Coast Dread Art Punk. X, Crime and Wipers, and Gun Club come to mind. This is a blistering entre to my evening. Breathless, claustrophobic and clutching for the divine. Or failing that a good three minute tune.
Emily Moales is Star Moales and she's on the Highway to Hell . Heading out of Philadelphia where she dwells and onto the Great American Road. Frankly this is an enchanting record akin in some ways to Kevin Morby's Little Wide Open. None of this stuff is over yet. depite the wailing and gnashing of teeth of the glass half empty brigade. Refuge can be found in the magic of the past. Back to the future. On a well travelled road.
There's magic in the desert and the soil. The well travelled roads.Highway to Hell evokes any number of signpost and further reading and listening. Learning. ; Judee Sills, Laura Nyro Joni Mitchell. Same as it ever was. Press your foot on the pedal . Wind down the window. Towards the horizon. Believe in magic
Pop Matters had a tagline which caught my attention yesterday 'Dorea's second album is vulnerable and seaworthy' Like a gullible carp casting its gills around a meaty hook I couldn't help myself. Or alternatively as a Blog writer who enjoys sea metaphors myself.
It's an altogether enchanting record. I'm very taken by albums that make you feel like you're in a dream and O Que Mais Voce Quer Saber De Mim Has that intent and impact. Sometimes Brazilian records in the Tropicalia tradition do this best. It casts a spell that broadens and stengthens its grip with cunning stealth.
Searows Death in the Business of Whaling. An album that I was naturally disposed to warm to given that I've adopted the pursuit of whaling as a metaphor for the journey, guiding principles and momentum of this blog. We drive into the coming storm prow aloft head onwards in the face of it because it's all we can do. Where was I? Ah yes Searows,
This is folk essentually and dispenses atmosphere and tenacity in spades. This record has precedent; Big Thief, Alex G, Phoebe Bridgers and Ethel Cain.Glum resilience and digged and admirable durability. I'm much taken with this.,
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.
Lenny Kaye strikes me as an admirable man. A Rock & Roll Man. Goin' Local his debut solo album at the age is simplicity and wonder and really rather lovely. This strikes me as tapping on a seam of honey. Into an essence. It's a quite beautiful record of childlike wonder.
I've been keeping this in reserve for a few weeks. Planning to post it on a Sunday. Now is the time. It's no longer Sunday Morning but here are the Sunday Mourners. You know what you're getting very early on with A Rhythm Absolute . And that's what you get for ten songs and 41 minutes.
Strokes, meets Nap Eyes meets Television meets Richard Hell & the Voidoids . 'We were saying let us out of here before we were even born. 'There's little deviation from the set script but if it's broke as the saying goes, why fix it ! This is an album that seriously rocks in an appropriately unhinged manner.
Wilco don't really sound like a Millennium Band. If anything they sound like the band that picked up the torch from R.E.M. after Bill Berry left. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot has a grand majesty and scope. It's old school but feels like a cool set of dads hitting the dance floor on the High School Reunion Ball.
I saw Wilco in Newcastle about 16 years ago fairly soon after I'd arrived in Newcastle. I'm glad I've seen them. I always get the sense that they're actually quite modest in the way that bands I really love tend to be.