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December 30, 2014
One more ring on the tree, four seasons gone. Who knows where the time goes?.
#1 Spring (EP): Blixa Bargeld and Teo Teardo. Only five songs, but blimey, what a little gem. A collaboration between Bad Seeds/Einsturzende Neubauten guitarist, singer and composer BB and composer TT. Soli si Muoro & Crimson and Clover, an Italian and English version of the same piece are just hair raising beautiful music. Millions of Eels tells the story, of, well, millions of eels making their way to the Sargasso Sea. If you have a record player, there are a few copies still left and it’s also available for DL online and on iTunes. Their album “Still Smiling” from 2013 is just as good, but the EP really stands alone by itself.
#2 Steve Gunn: Way out Weather. I’ve probably listened to this and last year’s “Time Off” more than anything else. Gunn’s relaxed virtuoso guitar style from vintage Americana to clean fender jazz with a bit of krautrock would be enough on its own but its his ability as a songwriter and member of his group that puts this (and time off) right up there. Again both this and Time Off worth buying on CD or (preferably) vinyl but also available on Spotify and other places.
#3 King Creosote: From Scotland with Love. Some find Kenny’s stuff a bit syrupy and sentimental but I really like it. He’s taken Jon Hopkins influence from Diamond Mine and folded it into his more traditional approach to songwriting to great effect with a much bigger and broader spectrum with a full band, strings and chorus. There are some real standout songs in Something to Believe In, Miserable Strangers and the rocking For One Night Only alongside interesting off-the-wall stuff like the kids nursery rhyme Bluebell, Cockleshells, 1 2 3 and the Hopkins influenced electro acoustic One Floor Down. (I believe he voted Yes in the referendum…)
#4 Mac Demarco: Salad Days. I really like this guy. Reminds me a bit of Steven Malkmus (Pavement) with a bit more of an 80’s Eagles/Cars/ yacht rock coke vibe. Sunny, summery, lazy slacker pop rock. Like a less serious and more stoned Sea and Cake. His Mac Demarco 2 is just as good, if not better.
#5 Moodymann: Moodymann. Maybe KDJ’s best album yet or at least on par with Black Mahogani. Syrupy soul, compressed reconstructed funk, Detroit codeine house beats. Still opening up like a Japanese paper flower pill months on.
#6 Flying Lotus: You’re Dead. Still exploring this one.. He’s Alice Coltrane’s nephew and it shows. Proper electric era Miles Davis (Live Evil, Agartha etc.) plus Kendrick Lamarr, Snoop Dogg and other vocalists. It’s like the Guru’s Jazzmatazz take on mid-70’s Herbie Hancock (he plays on it), Miles, Weather Report, Sun Ra but with modern electronica and Ras G thrown in. A messy Joyful Noise to the Creator.
#7 Oathbreaker: Eros/Anteros. Sister (in real life and lead vocalist) group to the amazing Belgian avant metal outfit Amenra. Not easy listening; blistering hypnotic black’ish metal, it’s ace with a female singer.
#8 Beck: Morning Phase. I’m guessing he was on morphine when he fucked his back up ‘cos this is about as blissful as one could get. Californian sunshine, waves lapping on the beach. His old man arranged the strings for his acoustic guitar songs which wouldn’t be out of place on a Denis Wilson mid 70’s bootleg.
#9 Melanie de Biaso: No Deal. She sings like Nina Simone and Sade and the music’s great.
Also on the list… Swans: To Be Kind. Shellac: Dude Incredible. J Mascis: Tied to a Star. Sun Kil Moon: Benji. Ryan Adams: Ryan Adams & 1984. Bob Mould: Beauty and Ruin. Sharon van Etten: Are We There?. Sleaford Mods: Divide and Exit; Chubbed Up (the singles). Mogwai: Rave Tapes. Fennesz: Becs.
Reissues of note.
Arthur Russell: Love is Overtaking Me. Lots of early poppy, folky Arthur. Really lovely.
Harry Tausig: Fate is Only Twice. A fellow traveller of the Takoma school of Americana, this hasn’t seen the light of day for years.
I Am The Center: Private Issue New Age In America – 1950-1990. Forget the New Age classification, this is great absorbing cerebral/body music.
Mick Harvey: Intoxicated Man/Pink Elephants. Another Bad Seed alumni. His amazing translation of Serge Gainsbourg’s best songs.
Led Zeppelin: all the albums up to Houses of the Holy. I did question why these were getting remastered again but this time Jimmy Page has done a real proper job. They sound amazing and the alternative takes are all fantastic.
Sleep: Dopesmoker. The classic stoner rock high water mark.
Iggy and the Stooges: Raw Power. Iggy’s and Bowies mixes on the same album. Sounds really fresh.
Hawkwind: Astounding Sounds, Amazing Music. My favourite Hawks album that wouldn’t sound out of place in Roxy Music’s back catalogue given the remaster and 180g repress treatment.
There’s a lot of guitar music on my list as I’ve been having lessons again & noodling a lot on mine, displacing bouldering as a weekend obsession & scales exercises instead of weekday fingerboard sessions. Even ventured to write some songs that may see the light of day next year.
September 19, 2014
(Fr 1999) < – A young girl is discussing her upcoming party arrangements with friends. The phone rings, her colleague ignores it and gestures for her to take the call. It's an elderly man, his computer is old and he's worried it will fail. He has files stored, important documents. The Telegirl follows the script" the application is no longer supported"
(MicroCorp office: a plain cubicle, clock reads 10:00am 28th Decmber 1999) The girl sees her supervisor who is lazy and clearly not overworked in spite of the call volume and approaching deadline. She explains the story and the supervisor dismisses her.
(Fr 1999 Paris, 6th arondissement apartment with fireworks outside, TV flickers and a newscaster counting down to midnight) The old man is in his study, holding a diary and looking at a photograph of a young girl. … Cut
(fr jan 2 2000)
The girl is on the metro, sat by a man reading the paper. She glances over and reads the headline “Suicide Tragique” outlining the events of Jan 31st. The man, the last of his family with no known heirs died of a single gunshot to the head in his luxury apartment in Paris moments before the new millennium. With no heirs or surviving children; the two sons both dead, one in a car accident and the other who lapsed into alcoholism after the abduction of his daughter in 1978 by suspected members of the Red Brigade with links to Black September and committed suicide himself in 1983. ..
March 23, 2014
It was freezing queuing up last night and I was stood next to Evan Parker for half an hour but was too shy to say thanks for all his great music. Once inside we got a great place, half stood, half crouched by the front. It started with a short film on Yoko which was very moving.. She’s had such a difficult and challenging life. Some beautiful footage of her in love with John Lennon then tear jerking shots after he was killed and her accepting a Grammy on his behalf with Julian as a little boy.. Then she walks through the small audience, a tiny, sparrow like lady, smiling and shy.
Thurston Moore, towering above her taking a side place on the stage and Steve Shelley, big enough in girth behind a small drum kit.
Then an hours performance, a proper performance. Some improvised, some of Yoko’s songs. Very intimate, very real, very fun, very sweet, very good…
It finished with a short encore. Yoko strapping on a guitar, Thurston also and they did a very sweet, playful flirtation without touching the strings, just footsteps, stepping into the audience without a sound.. Faces drawing closers as if for a kiss then struck each other’s guitars with the necks, a wall of noise and applause, tears and goodwill. I was pretty choked…. Quite a performance and one I’ll remember for a long time.
March 1, 2014
I recorded some records for your listening pleasure…
I’ll put a track listing up once I figure out what I put on.