Monday, 19 November 2007

Arcade Fire at Alexandra Palace - 18th December 2007

Last night I enjoyed the pleasure of watching the Arcade Fire in the second of a three night sold-out residency at London’s Alexandra Palace. The band tore through a selection of the past two albums ‘Neon Bible’ and ‘Funeral’, as well as delivering a salute to the British crowd by throwing in a couple of covers of The Smiths and New Order.

The performance highlighted the Arcade Fire’s artistic side, showing yet again that the visual aspect is regarded just as highly as the sound they deliver, by Win Butler and co. The set was soaked with neon lighting, giving the impression of a haunted Las Vegas cathedral with about fifteen big screens catching the antics of all eleven of the energetic, exquisite Montreal outfit.
One of the most noticeable aspects of the night’s concert is the sheer volume of material the band have at their disposal. The rumours of the band being perfectionists with military perseverance, locking themselves away for months at a time to write and that they don’t let themselves stop until they’re completely satisfied, are obvious when you see every song they have can stand up for itself, each track wonderfully written, almost always providing a delicate, shout-a-long chorus and uplifting joyous music.



The twenty two legged army, as usual, spent the concert racing around each other switching instruments and taking turns with vocal responsibilities, the number of instruments seemed extraordinary, presumably the band raided an obscure instrument megastore during the week. Glockenspiels, a hurdy gurdy, organs, keyboards, xylophones, harps, string and horn sections as well as plenty of drums all helped fill the space of the spacious stage.

‘Intervention’ makes use of the huge twelve foot synthesised organ at the back of the stage, with three of the band hammering steel drums, providing a powerful stomping like rhythm, it sounds like an eccentric marching band made up of artists, dreamers and folkies. ‘Rebellion (Lies)’ still holds the honour of being the band’s most bop along anthem, with the audience making the most movement it did all night, whilst the chorus of the contagious ballard ‘Wake Up’ will still be echoing through the Alexandra Palace halls this morning with full audience participation, the ‘aah ahhh ahhh ahhhh’ is still firmly rooted in my head even as I write now.

I left feeling triumphantly jovial with a reaffirmed faith in music and art, a slightly sore throat and a feeling of minuet jealousy for the band’s roadies and crew who have the privilege of watching them perform their inspirational masterpieces every night. Absolutely worth the long trip in the pouring rain.

Further Listening:
www.arcadefire.com
‘Neon Bible’ is out now on Rough Trade Records. (2007)

Saturday, 10 November 2007

The Shins at the Hammersmith Apollo - 7th November 2007

The Shins must really love London, either that or they love the rain, because this feels like their fifteenth headline show here this year. The gig was another chance to showcase their wonderfully sweet but intelligent, pop-rock, third record ‘Wincing The Night Away’, or so we thought. We were actually generously treated to a night of everything Shins, perhaps it was because they’ve already grown tired of playing the new songs or possibly it was because the Shins do love London and they wanted to show us that.

The only real crowd participation came during the latest single ‘Phantom Limb’, but the earlier Shins songs, such as their 2001 single ‘Know Your Onion!’ and the exhilarant, synth, snare and guitar fused ‘Caring Is Creepy’ sounded just as fresh, uplifting and powerful. Other Shins classics like the bouncy, child like euphony ‘Saint Simon’, the melancholic, sixties sounding ‘So Says I’ and the entirely acoustically played lullaby ‘Pink bullets’ were also magnificent.



Some moments bordered on psychedelic, especially during new track ‘Turn On Me’ helped with the epileptic fit inducing lighting and whirring, hypnotic electric guitar sound. A special mention must too be given to ‘New Slang’, which still stands the hair on the back of my neck on end no matter how many times I hear it. It’s an absolutely beautiful song about dealing with growing old in a small town, and indie music has never come closer to translating a story.

For some terribly strange reason the crowd never really got into it though, and the energy was low at best. Perhaps the majority of the audience only owned the latest record and only wanted to hear those songs? Actually no, that’s ridiculous, the Shins were perfect.

The only possible explanation is that everyone in attendance had either been dumped by their spouse, lost a winning lottery ticket or had just finished a session in electro shock therapy that afternoon. Only then i could just, and let me reiterate, just, about understand the lack of applause and general acknowledgment to the brilliance they were witnessing on stage before them. Hopefully it won’t discourage the Shins from returning an sixteenth time this year.

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

My Chemical Romance at the Milan Palasharp, Italy - November 3rd 2007

God bless Ryanair. Okay, admittedly the service is shoddy, the leg room is limited at best and the food is overpriced and objectionable, nevertheless, you have to admit, their prices: fantastic. So, some friends and I decided to escape the chill that’s creeping into London at the moment and gallivant off to Milan for some sunshine and tomfoolery. We decided on the Saturday night we’d go and see My Chemical Romance, who were playing just a stones throw from our hotel.

We arrived at the Palasharp just as the doors were opening, to a sea of black, and although we couldn’t understand the conversations we were overhearing as we filtered through the thrilled, young audience, the excitement was unmistakable. This is a band who is clearly held as dear in every country they visit. In their fans’ eyes, this band can do no wrong. There’s no surprise their UK fans have rather wittily named themselves ‘the MCRMY’. The closest thing you could compare this level of idolism and worship in a fanbase, is to an army. An angry, adolescent, parent and society hating, solitary, sulky army.

Leaving their gothic, militia attire in the dressing room and with the pyrotechnics and explosions cut from the budget, My Chemical Romance were taking a nostalgic step back to a few years ago, before you saw their name scratched on to park benches and scrawled across fake t-shirt stands in Camden, and were just a rock band trying to pick up a following.
So on a tour where they’ve been playing in enormous arenas to thousands of fans, it’s an interesting testament to the band, to see that they can rely on performance alone.



The set was mainly made up of last year’s multi platinum ‘The Black Parade’ and as expected the songs that received the best receptions were the singles from the last two records. ‘I’m Not Okay’, ‘Helena’, ‘Teenagers’ and ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’ all got the Milan youths fired up, infact just as fired up as the AC Milan and Inter Milan derby games we see on television back in the UK (you know, the ones where flares start raining down from all directions, fires are started in the crowd and other displays of general insanity.)

Frontman Gerard Way showed off his usual charisma by high fiving fans, climbing down to the front barriers to meet his faithful and by being sure to never stay in the same spot for more than a second. There’s also the sure thing way of pleasing foreign fans by learning a couple of key phrases in Italian. ‘Bonjourno, viva Milano!’ though so incredibly simple even I understand it without my phrase book, it goes down a treat, to mass applause.

The Misfits inspired horror, punk, onslaught ‘Dead!’ leaves the crowd begging for more just before the encore, but a change of pace greets the crowd instead for the tragic, haunting, most excruciatingly honest song from the new album, ‘Cancer’. But the mood doesn’t last for long and ‘Helena’ finishes the night with a bang.

The language barrier has been completely annihilated, some how the crowd participation has been just as noticeable as it is with the English speaking crowds and My Chemical Romance, even without the usual aspects of their live show and a drum tech playing, due to an ill Bob Bryar, have proved yet again they’re so much more than a band for depressed children. Newspapers in Britain such as the Daily Mail and the Mirror have claimed that the band promote self-harm and depression in youths, but judging by the beaming smiles and joy from these kids tonight we realise that this perception couldn’t be further from the truth.

Further Listening:
www.mychemicalromance.com
'The Black Parade' out now on Warner Brothers (2006)

Media Analysis Thoughts

The future of music magazines could well be in jeopardy with the surge of online music news websites and fanzines. It’s just like the fall in newspaper sales, which is believed to be in correlation with the up-rise of up to the minute news websites, and the convenience of checking websites at home or at the office, without having to pay or leave your armchair. By the time a music magazine has come to press, the usual mix of reviews, news and listings can all be found days earlier online. It’s just knowing where to look. This has encouraged many music magazines to start their own websites, so that as well as delivering up to the minute news they can also advertise and promote their publications with the promise of interviews and online sneak peeks. Even blogs like my one here are contributing to the uncertain future of magazines, i hope so anyway, because that means I’m doing my work efficiently enough. I suppose music magazines will have to up the ante, and keep enticing us with free CDs and glossy posters.

Thursday, 25 October 2007

LCD Soundsystem @ Brixton Academy - 23rd October 2007

James Murphy and company make their first visit to London since their electro-punk, rock & roll, funk infused second album ‘Sound of Silver’. Although tagged as an electro act, LCD Soundsystem’s electronic sound is just the tip of the iceberg, it’s not your standard DJ plays remixed records or uses just decks, like most of the current thriving electro scene. (e.g. Ed Banger Records)

Murphy is a renowned perfectionist, and it always comes across just as clear cut on stage as it does on record. He appears to almost conduct the music, delicately raising and lowering sound levels, encouraging his fellow band mates to improvise, and at the gig last night you could tell he was gauging the audience’s participation, energy and enthusiasm and differing the length of certain songs accordingly.



Major highlights still come from the band’s self-titled debut record and the most sweat is perspired during early single releases ‘Daft Punk Is Playing At My House’, a sludgy, slap bass driven, cowbell homage to their electronic heroes and ‘Tribulations’, the band’s first huge hit, a powerfully driven, warped synth and electronic fast paced tin sounding drums. First single from the latest, ‘North American Scum’ also receives one of the most frantic dancing moments of the night, fast, dirty electro, lyrically giving middle America a cheeky slap on the wrist.

Murphy’s band mates, although not involved in the recording process, are equally as talented on their instruments as he is on the decks, and the spectacle of the wall of decks, speakers and keyboards is quite superb, it does the best possible job of making the vast, spacious Brixton Academy into more of a club setting.

It’s not all techno and electro though, and some of the best moments come during the band’s few slower, rock songs. Yes, they do have them, if you’re intrigued just listen to the closing track from the latest record and also final encore of the night, ‘New York I Love You’. It follows the footsteps of Frank Sinatra’s ‘New York, New York’ and Billy Nicholls’ ‘Girl From New York’ as a gentle, romantic, genuinely heartfelt ballard, full of praise for the city he inhabits and it also gives the audience a chance to rest their sore, dance fueled feet.

Everyone seemed to leave the show delighted, despite their aching limbs and wet hair, and we can only assume that the letters LCD don’t stand for Liquid Crystal Display, but actually Loud Contagious Dance.

Thursday, 18 October 2007

The Maccabees at the Camden Roundhouse - 16th October 2007

The Maccabees are a popular, young, art-rock, indie band from Brighton, comprised of members Orlando, Felix, Rupert, Robert-Dylan and Hugo. Maybe I should have only typed the band’s names in my opening sentence, it would have said the same thing.

Although they’ve been going for less than two years, they’ve already built up a huge following by relentless touring of the UK underground circuit and by releasing a superb debut record. The show was their last of the year before heading back into the studio to work on their second, and was also the biggest to date, playing the newly refurbished, 3000 capacity Camden Roundhouse.



Like the band themselves, the crowd was mainly made up of twenty something, checkered shirt wearing indie fanatics, who didn’t stop moving through the majority of the set. The band played nearly every song they have, which although lacked imagination, made a more exciting, warm show where every word was sang. Particular favourites were the gentle, shakily sang with complete honesty and emotion, ‘First Love’ and distortion heavy, ‘Lego’ another song taking inspiration from youth, with the lyrics ‘Mum said no to Disneyland/Dad made us go to church’. Other highlights were ‘Precious Time’ and ‘About Your Dress’, more songs about being young and in love and adolescent problems, all of which though not strong in originality, the young crowd can relate to perfectly.

The beautifully delicate, mandolin and ukulele ballad ‘Toothpaste Kisses’ started the encore on a romantic note, followed by the finisher ‘X-Ray’ a fast, catchy, upbeat rock song with powerful guitars and an addictive sing-a-long chorus.

Although the set was predictable and short, the band proved they are more than enough to play a show of this size. With their overwhelming enthusiasm, youthful innocence and genuine talent, I can only presume that this time next year, with more songs under their vintage belts, they will be playing concerts on this scale far more regularly.

Further Listening:
www.myspace.com/themaccabees
'Colour It In' is out now on Fiction Records (2007)

Wednesday, 17 October 2007

Bloc Party @ Camden Barfly - 14th October 2007

‘Tonight we’re here to party, use your space well’ bellows Bloc Party frontman, Kele Okereke as the band rush the petite, paltry stage at the Camden Barfly, the band’s ‘smallest headline show in two years.’ Of course it’s wrenched in irony, space being the exact thing the thrilled, adoring audience have absolutely none of.

The crowd were made up of lucky ticket winners, extravagant eBayers and industry types, all collected to celebrate the fifth anniversary of the cult MTV2 news programme and generally, bearer of all things alternative, the Zane Lowe presented Gonzo. To make the distance between you and the sweaty, dehydrated, fringe swept teen in front of you even smaller, there was also a large number of cameramen filming the show to be aired on TV in a few weeks time.

So, a brief recap: Bloc Party in London, ‘smallest show in two years’ and it’s being filmed for television. We sure were in for a treat and I was undoubtedly privileged for the opportunity. I definitely owe my friend with the spare ticket at least one or two pints next time I see him.



Opening with ‘Song For Clay’ the first track off latest ‘Weekend In The City’, the simplistic, hard hitting, gloomy chords got the crowd bobbing along immediately, with the pulsating rhythms and signature Bloc Party cynicism on display in the lyrics, with lines such as ‘When we kiss I feel nothing’ and ‘We can dream that the ‘80s never happened.’

‘Banquet’ from 2005’s ‘Silent Alarm’ sent everyone into a frenzy, with the first of many sing-a-longs to come, and ‘So Here We Are’ was also played in close succession. The band really took the crowd’s opinion into mind, and as well as playing a request at one point, a rare B-side ‘Lost Thoughts’ asked for by a typically pretentious fan, they also played all of the fan favourites and classics, and turned the show into more of a greatest hits set. We got one taste of the much anticipated new record ‘Flux’ but it didn’t last long as the band experienced keyboard problems and had to end it, to the crowds dismay. Perhaps they were just teasing us.

During the encore anthem ‘Helicopter’, Okereke completely knocked down the stage and crowd barrier and crowd surfed the entire length of the venue, all the way to the bar at the back, where he preceded to pour himself an absolutely deserved pint of lager. He finishes the set with a happy birthday chant to MTV2 still standing gloriously a top the band in a sea of thrilled fans.

It’s not hard to believe that they’re a huge band both sides of the Atlantic, although the days of playing shabby bars in the armpit of Camden are behind them, they prove tonight they can still deliver on a small scale when given the opportunity. I will certainly be on the sofa when it's on next week, I can’t wait to watch it all again.

Thursday, 11 October 2007

Pete and the Pirates at the Camden Barfly - 9th October 2007



For a few months now, friends and opinionated acquaintances have been telling me to listen to Pete and the Pirates. I didn’t manage to find their EP in any record shops though and I couldn’t listen online due to my temperamental internet being about as reliable as British weather. So when finding myself in Camden and hearing about the Pirates playing a small single release show at the Barfly, I couldn’t resist finding out what all the fuss was about.

Pete and the Pirates play perky, fun, folk inspired indie, vocally they add charming Englishness, taking clear inspiration from bands like the Smiths and the Cure. The atmosphere was relaxed and good natured, it was evident the band are enjoying their rise in popularity by the huge grins they wearing and exchange of banter with the audience and each other. It was refreshing too, to see that there was none of the rock star egotism that is becoming common in the British indie scene.

The Pirates kicked off the nights festivities with ‘Disko’, appropriately named with it’s disco influenced funky guitar line and shameless eighties drum beats, it got the crowd in full swing straight from the get go. ‘Come On Feet’, was a delightfully quaint pop song with bouncy guitars and sing-a-long harmonies. ‘Think Twice’ made us do exactly that, skipping between slow, romantic soft guitar strumming, made sweeter with vocalist Tommy Sanders adding a touch of tambourine, keeping us quiet until bouncing unpredictably into fast, raucous indie, dance mayhem.

The new single ‘Knots’ went down incredibly impressively, with the bands faithful singing along to every word, even though the track is being released next week. It takes definite inspiration from experimental indie bands, such as Interpol, using a lo-fi sound to make it sound of lower production, with whimsical melodies over it to give us a glimpse of what contemporary indie would have sounded like if it was released in the seventies.

If I ever manage to get my internet working I will definitely be downloading all I can find from these pirates, I recommend you see them now on the club circuit before this secret treasure of a band is thrust into the mainstream.

Further Listening:
www.myspace.com/peteandthepirates
‘Wait. Stop. Begin.’ is out now on Stolen Recordings. (2007)

Wednesday, 10 October 2007

My Top Ten Records

Nick decided to set us some tricky homework, absolutely brilliant, but nevertheless tricky homework. Here's my list at the moment, i'll be adding a few paragraphs on each in the next couple of days. So here we go, in no particular order, finding the ten is hard enough, why would i make it even more difficult on myself?

Jeff Buckley - Grace



Saves The Day - Stay What You Are



Joni Mitchell - Blue



The Libertines - Up The Bracket



Nick Drake - Bryter Layter



American Nightmare - American Nightmare



Arcade Fire - Funeral



Radiohead - OK Computer



The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead



Bright Eyes - Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground

Tuesday, 9 October 2007

Sigur Ros announce a wonderul trio of new music


Sigur Rós look set to blow us all away yet again in a few weeks time, with the release of the new album ‘Hvarf-Heim’ that is being released in conjunction with their new film ‘Heima’, which critics are already hailing as ‘one of the best music films of all time.’ The album, which will contain eleven tracks, is comprised of two discs due to the sheer length of each of the extended versions on offer. The first disc ‘Hvarf’, translated as ‘disappeared’, contains five songs that were almost lost over the excruciatingly painful selection process of cutting down their past albums to the right length. Although these songs didn’t make the cut at the time, they have been wonderfully re-worked and re-vamped. Songs ‘Von’ and ‘Hafsol’ are included, which were originally recorded just a year after the band’s formation in 1994. Second disc ‘Heim’ which translates as ‘home’ celebrates a further six tracks, including a rarity in itself, a purely instrumental song. Fan favourites ‘Starlafur’ and ‘Vaka’ are among the lucky selected few songs to be played purely acoustically live on location. Fans of Sigur Rós are usually massive fans of Sigur Rós and they will surely eat this up in it’s entirety, but for people who haven't explored the beautiful world of their music, it’s the ideal introduction.

Single - ‘Hljomalind/Staralufur’ - released 22nd October
Album - ‘Hvarf-Heim’ - released 5th November
Film - ‘Heima’ - released 5th Novemeber

Monday, 8 October 2007

The Clash - London Calling (Reissue)



This month sees the long awaited reissue release of The Clash’s ‘London Calling’; it shouldn’t come as a surprise that we’ve picked it as our album of the month. The Record is still today, a truly remarkable achievement. It’s as inspirational, exciting and monumental now as it was at its release 27 years ago, and it’s not too difficult to see why.

One of the most impressive aspects of London Calling, is just how far the band moved on from the previous year’s ‘‘Give Em’ Enough Rope’’. The Clash moved from being a reggae influenced rock band to a band that experimented with Punk, R&B, jazz lounge, ska, blues, soul and funk. Each member played a vital role in this eclectic mix of music and effortless genre merging. They all had their own interests and individual tastes and the time before the writing was spent discovering and learning new types of music and styles.

Each song has a strong, important theme, although the album isn’t based on one subject in particular. Themes range from Nazism and the rise of far right politics on ‘Clampdown’ to the Spanish civil war at Andalucia in ‘Spanish Bombs’ and large corporations and capitalism on ‘Koka Kola’ (originally titled ‘Koka Kola, advertising and cocaine’.)

Title track ‘London Calling’ is still the album’s stand out song, which everyone and their mother must have heard on at least one occasion. It still stands out, as an anthem of the period and the chorus remains as strong today as it was when released in 1979. It is hauntingly dark, and paints a vivid picture of the Clash’s London at the time, living in fear of another war and the collapse of society. The chorus of ‘London is drowning/I live by the river’ confirms Joe Strummer’s paranoia of war and of the River Thames breaking and flooding over London. It’s apocalyptical in parts, with the howling just adding to the intensity as the song climaxes and eventually echoes out.



‘Brand New Cadillac’ is a smashing, swinging, funky, rockabilly number originally written by the band Vince Taylor and his Playboys in 1959. It takes a great track to follow a song like ‘London Calling’ and the two flow back to back sublimely. ‘Jimmy Jazz’ as the names suggests is a soft, jazz song that slows the record down before launching into ‘Hateful’, which is a fast, horn-led song with punchy, aggressive honest vocals confronting drug addiction. ‘Lost in the Supermarket’ although sung by Mick Jones and written in his style, was actually from the pen of Strummer. It’s a cynical, sweet song about resisting the industrial world and the temptations of commercialism.

‘The Guns of Brixton’ written and sang by bassist, Paul Simenon, is a strongly reggae influenced song with a repetitive, almost zombie like thudding chorus, it tackles issues of gun culture and police brutality with frightening force. ‘Train in Vain (Stand by Me)’ finishes the album delicately, with a pop, rock love song that seems to take influence from R&B or country lyrics.

The album’s artwork has always been a striking feature. It’s a photograph of Simenon smashing his bass guitar on stage during a high profile gig at the famous New York Palladium, photographed by Pennie Smith who followed them on their 1979 US tour. There’s also the way the font for ‘London Calling/The Clash’ is completely devised from Elvis Presley’s first self-titled release. Strummer said at the time that they compared the two as ‘the first rock album ever made and the last rock album ever made.’ There’s no debate over how the photo received ‘Best rock and roll photograph of all time’ later in Q magazine.



Another aspect that shows off the album’s greatness is the length, with a running time of just over 65 minutes altogether and nineteen tracks, it shows the band’s commitment to delivering their fans all that they have to offer. The album was originally going to be made as a single vinyl consisting of ten tracks, but the band’s anti-industry nature led them to persuade their label to let them include a free 12’ single with the record. The band then persisted to push their luck and ended up putting 9 tracks onto the second disc, wishing to reward their fans with as much Clash music as possible.

The Clash still credits much of the album’s success to Guy Stevens and to his unique methods of producing. On this reissue there’s a thirty-minute documentary thrown into the deal, which contains footage of the band recording their album at Wessex studios. There were lots of classic rock tales at the time that claimed Guy Stevens used to throw around ladders and chairs to try and excite and energise the artists he was working with, this is all confirmed during the programme. It’s fascinating, nostalgic and truly hilarious, he throws tradition and professionalism out the window and you can genuinely see his enthusiasm for the music coming out. He really tries to get the best performance possible out of Jones by repeatedly throwing a chair at him, and then continually screams at Strummer, until he likes what he hears.

It is at this period in the Clash’s existence that we can see the band at their tightest, musically and in terms of their friendship together. It’s been said that when the band weren’t writing or recording they were playing five-aside football in the fields adjacent to the Wessex Studios. The games are of legend, and it’s been said that when management and A&R went to see how the album was progressing they ended up playing against The Clash boys, who didn’t let them off easy just because they were more used to the office than the park, apparently they took an utter battering. Luckily for us though and music lovers everywhere, they decided to continue with their incredibly diverse, massively influential, outstanding music over pursuing football careers. It’s still as perfect today as it was all those years ago.

Thursday, 4 October 2007

The Decemberists at The Royal Festival Hall, Waterloo - 2nd October 2007

Tonight’s sold out show at Waterloo’s Royal Festival Hall at first appears to be a strange selection of venue for a band used to playing clubs and theatres on a much more intimate scale. Especially when considering the band have decided not to bring the full blown orchestra that accompanied them on their previous summer’s US tour jaunt.

But all soon becomes clear, the venue, usually used for opera and classical concerts, has superb, crisp, pin-point acoustics and the band take full advantage of them. They sound like a much larger band, with each member playing a diverse array of unorthodox, whimsical instruments. We realise instantly the Decemberists are more than capable of playing concerts of this size.

The set predominantly featured songs from last year’s ‘The Crane Wife’. The album was written as a story, based on an old Japanese folk tale, about a man who puts his own greed before a loved one and eventually receives his comeuppance. The music on display is just as adventurous and compelling, with an extensive arsenal of instruments at their disposal including accordions, a harpsichord, a stand up bass, glockenspiels, mandolins, violins, bongos and other unusual percussion pieces.

A highlight came during the ambitious three parter ‘The Island’ which is a twelve minute musical explosion which tears through genre barriers effortlessly. The song travels from soft, gentle folk to frantic psychedelia to pop rock indie fun and everywhere in between. It began to feel like an intimate jam, with the group playing extended, epic versions of each song and merging them without pausing in-between easily and with precision and skill.



‘O’ Valencia’ the only single to be released from the new record thus far, is melodic, sharp and snappy, lyrically it’s dark and despondent, the chorus ‘Oh Valencia/With your blood still warm on the ground/And I swear to the stars/I’ll burn this whole city down’ is sung warmly and melancholically though, with almost Morrisey-esque sarcasm.

The band seemed to be uncharacteristically nervous through some of the set and unsure how to handle a fully seated audience. I would have loved to break the mould and in turn encourage others to do so, but sadly lacked the courage to stand alone and stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd full of judgemental industry types.

It’s during the encore though where the band completely come out of their slightly gypsy, nineteenth century shell and we realise that the audience’s participation definitely correlates with the bands. The best is saved for last’s playing their biggest hit to date named ‘The Mariner’s Revenge Song’ from the 2005 record ‘Picaresque’. The song is a ten minute epic following the story of a man avenging his dead father who was swallowed by a whale at sea, twenty years later he goes out on a ship searching for the same said whale. This is where the theatrics really take off, with all five band members, swaying in motion, are grouped in front centre stage. It’s almost a pirate chant and the swinging, accordion-led melodies go in hand with the subject matter perfectly. The climax of the song is reached when the crowd are signalled, thanks to a comical five minute long explanation and practise run before hand, to ‘scream like you’re being swallowed by a whale!’ It’s the true Decemberists anthem, which the crowd in turn, swallow in its entirety, and it finally, rightfully finds every audience member on their feet.

Sunday, 30 September 2007

Gallows and Poison the Well at the Electric Ballroom, Camden – 26th September 2007

The Gallows headline tour finally hits London, and let me tell you, it’s been well worth the wait. After a summer away in the US, signing a multi-million deal with warner, relentlessly touring their album ‘Orchestra of Wolves’ in hopes of breaking the American market, it’s only appropriate to reward their adoring fan base back home with a twelve-date headline tour. They’ve brought along their newly made Floridian friends Poison the Well back with them too, at last, from a four year hiatus.


Although many of the young audience probably doesn’t remember Poison the Well, they are still received well, playing a ‘best of’ set, containing tracks from all five albums in their back catalogue. Older songs ‘Nerdy’ and ‘Slice Paper Wrists’, show they’ve passed the test of time, by clearly still being the bands most powerful songs, standing out from the more forced sound from latest offering ‘Versions’. Ending on a safe choice, with the anthem,‘Botchla’, the band get their loudest response all night, the haunting intro still works beautifully, calming the crowd down, giving them a minute to catch their breath, before bursting into the heavy, loud, dual guitar chorus that old fans still remember every word of. They’ve still got something in them, that much is visible. They’re not on the form they’ve been remembered for all this time though. Perhaps more touring is needed to tune out the squeaks. Unfortunately for Poison the Well, it seems they took their break during a critical time in hardcore music. From leading the charge of American hardcore bands in 2003, they pulled back just as they were leading the pack. The genre’s gone on to become hugely popular, as the Gallows crowd have proven, and they’ve missed the key time, inevitably meaning they have to support bands they’re far ahead of musically.


The world is your playground. Literally speaking for Gallows front man Frank Carter, who makes good use of the scaffolding supporting the lighting, by using it as a climbing frame and thus spending as little time as possible on the traditional setting of the stage.





At every Gallows show you can be sure of some excitement, and we get ours immediately during the first song when a barrage of plastic bottles get hurled from the crowd after being told to by Carter. It’s quite a spectacle, which the band takes in their stride, barely acknowledging what’s happening, whilst running frantically around each other. On ‘In a Belly of a Shark’ Carter announces he’s, ‘not too celebrity to hang with the kids’. Lucky for him then that the Gallows roadies had catered for such an occasion and packed long microphone leads into their equipment cases. Carter, of course, makes full use of it, and jumps feet first over the barrier into the sweaty pit of ecstatic fans. This is the band’s biggest headline gig to date, and in a venue where The Smiths, The Stone Roses and Blur have all played, to name a few, you really don’t expect this level of interaction.


Hardcore and rap collide during ‘Staring at the Rude Boys’, which sees the other of the night’s supporting acts, successful UK rapper, Lethal Bizzle return to the stage. It can only be compared to the Run DMC/Aerosmith collaboration on ‘Walk This Way’, with another unlikely partnership of rap and rock. It’s actually a well worked cover of The Ruts 1980 single given a unique urban, angst twist. There’s also a Black Flag cover in the hour long set to reward the audience’s older fans. Gallows tackle ‘Nervous Breakdown’, the English accent reworks the song well and you’d be forgiven for presuming it was their own. Relatives join the band on stage during ‘Orchestra of Wolves’, and after some persuading from Carter and the crowd, drummer Lee Barrett’s own father, who sticks out like a sore thumb, dressed head to toe in tweed, even gets caught up in the excitement and stage dives from the front monitors.


Although the band’s music is not as tight as it could be, it’s the way hardcore punk should be played, raw and rough, fast and fierce, with more energy than a Duracell bunny. From calling his mum live at download festival to getting tattooed between songs on stage at Reading, Gallows front man Frank Carter always seems to have something up his sleeve to ensure you leave with a grin on your face. Although the stage is Gallows’ playground, their performance, professionalism and ability are anything but childlike.


Further Listening:
www.myspace.com/gallows
'Orchestra of Wolves' out now on Black Envelope Records (2006).

Bits and Pieces

Here's some of the first work we did with Nick, we were given five completely different bands and an unusual genre to research, listen to and write a few paragraphs on.


The Replacements

The Replacements were a punk rock four piece originally hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota. They built up a large following on the underground live scene with a reputation for always turning up drunk, smashing instruments and equipment up, and generally having as much of that punk attitude so revered, as possible. Originally being known as the Impediments, the band had to change their name, to get more shows, after another reckless performance, ruining equipment that wasn’t theirs and being black listed in their music scene. The band enjoyed relative success after their first few records and begun to pick up attention from radio stations and other more mainstream bands. This culminated in a major label signing deal in 1984 with Sire Records. Their next release ‘Tim’, was produced by Tommy Ramone, and is largely considered to be some of their best work, with better production and a larger audience, although they inevitably lost some of their more hardcore fans. The band released ‘Don’t tell a soul’ in 1987, and found some of their biggest tracks, with ‘Achin to be’ and ‘I’ll be You’ both finding their ways into the American music charts. The band seemed to fade out quite rapidly though, and weren’t getting along as well before and eventually called it a day in 1991, during a live performance in Chicago where each member just walked off stage and didn’t come back.




The Go-Betweens

The Go-Betweens, one of Australia’s biggest ever rock groups, were pioneers in the new wave movement during the late seventies. The band were centered by front duo Robert Forster and Grant McLennan, who had a clearly visible close bond and good onstage chemistry. Each writer had their own way of doing things, and this shines through in their lyrics with a clear mix of influence and style. Their first two records, ‘Very Quick on the Eye’ and ‘Send Me a Lullaby’, earned them a good fan base in their native city of Brisbane and enabled them to tour internationally. Just like Neighbours, Shane Warne and Fosters, the band quickly built up a reputation in the UK, and actually released an album on the UK independent, Postcard Records. The band went on to tour a lot during the eighties and released a few more records, who although picked up critical acclaim and excitement amongst fans, they never had a single in the music charts or a big hit. This became their infamous trait, and was usually brought up when writing about the band, and after six albums, they eventually split in December 1989.




Gram Parsons

Gram Parsons was an extremely talented American singer-song writer, who as well as being a solo artist, played in many renown bands, the biggest probably being the Byrds, although it was only briefly. He is also credited as being one of the founders of the country rock movement in the US in the early seventies. Parsons discovered music early on in his youth, and sites his original inspiration as seeing Elvis Presley when he was just 11 years old. He had a particularly turbulent childhood, and this caused him to retreat into the world of music, he dabbled in different genres, and became well skilled in guitar and piano. His first band ‘the International Submarine Band’ were a mix of key folk figures from the flourishing Boston scene. They released a few albums, both of which received good press, but Parsons moved on, feeling superiority over the band and joined the Byrds for a brief spell in the early seventies. It was at this time that Parsons became friends with the Rolling Stones, and where his level of fame became higher. Parsons was offered to tour with the band, and spent particular time with Keith Richards, both sharing a love of country music. From here, Parsons joined the band ‘The Flying Burrito Brothers’ where he had the most control and influence of the band. During all this time Parsons’ drug use began to get worryingly consistent and he died in 1973 after an apparent morphine and alcohol overdose. He has the romantic reputation of dying before his time with so much left to offer. In 2004 Rolling Stone ranked him number 87 on their ‘Greatest Artists of All Time’ list.




Albert Ayler

Albert Ayler was an avant-garde saxophonist from Cleveland Heights, Ohio. He began playing saxophone as a child and by the time he was sixteen he had already built up a reputation for his original slant on playing, by using the stiffest plastic reeds possible on his tenor saxophone, in the jazz scene of Ohio. Ayler after graduating from high school, looked for work in the jazz clubs of Los Angeles and Cleveland, but his different style of playing was not looked on well by the more traditional and influential of the jazz scene. To expand musically, and have the freedom to play, Ayler pursued his dream by moving over to Sweden, where he had much more creative control and quickly built up friendships with like-minded individuals. It was here where Ayler first begun recording and most of his music that you can buy today was recorded in Sweden or Denmark. He returned to the US in 1964, and decided to move into the iconic New York jazz scene. His album ‘Spiritual Unity’ was recorded here, famed for it’s thirty minute improvisation sessions, which earned him new respect from the Jazz leaders of the city. In 1966 he signed to Impulse Records, from insistence on John Coltrane’s part that Ayler be on his label. He got his biggest distribution, but the music never found a large enough listening audience for it’s individual twist on modern jazz. Ayler then went on, as many other musicians at the time did, on the LSD and experimentation with drugs and music. The music he made sounded more rock and roll than the traditional jazz he was playing but with elements of the R&B from his youth. Ayler was found dead in New York’s east river in November 1970, a presumed suicide. Friends later admitted to Ayler being severely depressed at the time.




Big Star

Never fully appreciated during their time, Big Star is the classic story of a band that came along at the exact wrong time and didn’t get the recognition that they so much deserved. The four piece from Memphis, Tennessee were originally named after a nearby grocery store and were fronted by duo Alex Chilton and Chris Bell, who met at the University from the same city. Despite recording three albums, all with critical acclaim, they had bad distribution through their label and as a result saw very poor sales. To put into context just how much they were under appreciated, Bell actually left the band after the first album, ‘#1 Record’, because of the poor reception it received. ‘#1 Record’ is now in Rolling Stone Magazines ‘500 Greatest Albums Of All Time’.  Other Albums, ‘Radio City’ and ‘Third/Sister Lovers’ also never made it into the mainstream, which critics have recently claimed was due to the lack of people into Power pop at the time. Only years after they disbanded in 1974 did they start to draw attention to themselves, music lovers began passing the music onto other music lovers, and rapidly the band began to pick up a cult following. This resulted in tribute albums, countless cover versions and even a reunion tour, due to popular demand in 1993, with Jon Auer and Ken Stringfellow of The Posies filling in for Chris Bell who tragically died in a car crash in 1978. Big Star’s story lives on though the book ‘Big Star. The Story of Rock's Forgotten Band’ by Rob Jovanovic, and is being made into a movie that will see a release some time next year. Better late than never. 




Power Pop

Power pop first originated in the mid sixties during the rise of English and American pop and rock music. The genre is usually applied to bands that write songs with catchy melodies, pop guitar, strong hooks and infectious harmonies. Songs tend to stay quite simple in structure and there’s an absence of guitar solos and complicated drum beats. Although starting in the ‘60s, it’s the seventies when power pop really took off, and it was common for keyboards and synthesizers to be used.  American bands were the first to really take to it, with The Raspberries and Big Star being the pioneers of the sound. In the late ‘70s there was an atlantic divide in the definition of power pop, with the american side tending to tag it to bands that were in the new wave and punk genres. Whilst on the other side in the UK, bands that played punchy, melodic punk rock like The Jam, Elvis Costello and the Attractions and The Buzzcocks were being labled it. During the late ‘80s the genre became less mainstream and although followed religously by enthusiasts, it was difficult to find. Weezer’s 1994 hit ‘The Blue Album’ brought the music back into the public eye, and it’s continued to flourish since sometimes being labled pop punk or pop rock.

Tuesday, 25 September 2007

Where Music Meets Fashion

Although I still have two years and eleven months to make a firm decision on what to do next, I'm thrilled to learn that my list of potential jobs after graduating has just doubled after discovering the growing fad of cross-over magazines.

Music has always inspired fashion and vice-versa, we can see mainstream music and popular fashion moving steadily along with each other just by looking back at past decades.

The '60s - Psychedelic, Pop, Motown, Rhythm and Blues, The Beatles.
The '70s - Progressive Rock, Disco, Punk, New Wave, The Sex Pistols and Led Zeppelin.
The '80s - New Romantics, Power Pop, Heavy Metal, Duran Duran, The Smiths and The Cure.
The '90s - Brit Pop, Hip-Hop, Rap, Nu-Metal, Rave and Dance.

With each big genre movement or exceptionally popular band there has been a unique way of dressing. Something to make you stand out, be recognised by like-minded individuals, to help you fit in and rebel against other styles.

Until the last decade, magazines preferred to remain in their particular niche, where as now it seems most music magazines have a few pages on bands on fashionable artists and adverts for particular brands and clothing shops. On the fashion side of things, the recent explosion of indie and rock becoming mainstream has really helped push music into the fashion world. Icons such as Johnny Borell, Pete Doherty, Brandon Flowers, Kele Okereke, Serge Pizzorno and Alex Turner are regularly seen in fashion shoots and on the covers of fashion magazines.

So I will be listening out extra attentively to the fashion journalism talks, because maybe three years down the line I’ll be somewhere I didn't expect to be now.

Wednesday, 19 September 2007

Akala at The Old Blue Last, Shoreditch – 18th September 2007

You might be surprised to see that my first step into the blogging world is a live review of the South London hip-hop artist named Akala. Indeed, as you will soon find out, I am about as hip-hop as Gordon Brown is hip. However, there was something about this youthful lyricist with his raw passion and talent that caught my attention and helped me think differently about a musical genre I have been previously unfamiliar with.





The 23 year old, Kingslee ‘Akala’ Daley, who has more than escaped from the shadow of older mercury-award winning sister Ms. Dynamite, has been enjoying huge success with his debut album ‘It’s Not A Rumour’ for the last 18 months now, which scooped up the highly prestigious MOBO award, for best hip-hop album, fighting off fierce competition from Busta Rhymes and Kanye West.


The night's free single release party at The Old Blue Last in the heart of Shoreditch is the ideal venue, the lack of air ventilation and poor lighting added to the intensity and ferociousness of Akala perfectly. Joined onstage by a live drummer and a DJ, playing backing tracks of diverse genres, such as a classical violin piece on 'Tragedy, Comedy, History.' and even a Siouxsie And The Banshees riff on 'Love In My Eyes', it really helps separate them from other rap acts and there is definitely a strong music ethic on display. Akala merges genres as easily as the delighted crowd give their approval.


Opening new song, 'Freedom Lasso' is a fast paced, electro driven, onslaught that gets everyone immediately into the party atmosphere that tonight was intended. The whole crowd have their hands in the air and it's difficult to distinguish whether the pounding repetitive thud is the bass or the ceiling of the pub below crumbling to pieces. There seems to be some reoccurring themes to most songs, which mainly centre on gun crime, poverty and every day difficulties, the surrealism of American rap and regularly, what it's really like being a youth growing up in London. The crowd clearly relate to what they're hearing, and every chorus receives a rapturous response.


In anthem, 'Now That's Bullshit' Akala seems to criticise anything and everything wrong in his Britain, from the way the Iraq war was handled to the congestion charge. Akala has clearly earned everyone's respect though, and is confident and charismatic as though in a room of close friends, he wasted no time in giving his views on the huge million dollar names in the US, exclaiming how, 'Owning 20 Mercedes and living in a mansion in Miami, telling kids you shoot three people a week is definitely not real.'


But it’s not all political rants and criticism of the American hip-hop scene. Akala has successfully managed to juggle being a well-respected artist in an aggressively competitive UK underground hip-hop scene and the art of not taking yourself too seriously. I'm sold.


Further listening:
www.myspace.com/akalamusic
'It’s Not A Rumour’ out now on Illastate Records (2006).
‘Comedy. Tragedy. History.’ Out in October 2007 on Illastate Records.