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singles - january 2006
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Jaed - Catherine/Gutter Girl (Instant Karma)
This is a thankfully brief and thankfully download-only single that lasts
just under 4 minutes, but it’ll take another 4 minutes immediately after to
make a Lemsip or herbal tea to eradicate the vile texture that this release
leaves in your mouth. Musically, there are violent nods towards NOFX,
Pennywise, L7 and the like, but this is punk so snotty it’ll have you
reaching for your pocket-size handy wipes to blow any trace of this abysmal
matter from your nasal cavities. Or maybe this is just the inevitable
stinking cold that accompanies the start of many a December. Either way,
this is not a very pleasant affair, a cold, snotty waste of time; I’ll put
the kettle on shall I?
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Platinum sales in the
US…MTV2 award…yadda, yadda, yadda. This is ideal for those who like their
rock overproduced and unthreatening or just hate emo and want more ammo for
their argument. Not my cup of tea of all.
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Jesus. It’s McFly with pubes. I’m sick of
hearing this kind of faux rock/punk rubbish. It reminds me of watching crap
daytime tv American sitcoms when I was on the dole. So I’m going to take it
off.
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The villainous Jack White is looking increasingly like he should be been
tying down a distressed damsel on a train track, smiling gleefully as the
locomotive thunders full force ahead to her imminent doom. Usually, a hero
will arrive in the nick of time, but on this occasion the dastardly
scoundrel’s plans go according to plan, the said damsel is splattered across
the sketchy black and white, dusty landscape. Jack cackles, dons his cape
and hat and retreats to his castle rubbing his hands together to plot his
next wretched scheme. Or possibly to compose his next masterpiece.
There isn’t much that needs to be said about this single. The quirky, piano
lead pop-romp is the kind of effortless, off-kilter pop single that we’ve
come to expect from the White Stripes. As raw and unabated as anything
they’ve ever released, and as ever the Stripes’ appeal lies in the
simplicity of White’s song craft. In addition to the fantastic Denial
Twist we are bombarded with the Stripes’ cover of the Greenhorne’s
The Shelter Of Your Arms, in which we are treated to some increasingly
brazen guitar playing that is as ridiculous as it is loud. This single goes
some way to affirm The White Stripes as one of the most iconic, vital and
exciting groups of the decade.

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Bridging the gap between 2003’s
excellent “Happy Songs for Happy People” and the eagerly awaited “Mr Beast”,
this delicately constructed little pearl showcases the gentler side of the
‘Gwai rather than the evil fiends who strive to make you shit yourself
through sheer volume. The jury’s still out on whether the new album will be
worthy of licking Kevin Shields’s whammy bar, but this sounds promising
enough to my ears.

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This offering, and I use the term loosely, is truly terrible, an abysmal
mess of clattering drums, yelping lyrical nonsense and squealing feedback.
Seemingly no structure, talent or point to its entirety. This record makes
me feel exceptionally uncomfortable and somewhat terrified at the prospect
of having to listen to it ever again. It’s like the reoccurring nightmare I
sometimes get; where I have an intense itching on my belly button and after
a few minutes of futile scratching it comes undone and my innards spill out
onto the bedroom floor, leaving a pulsating mass of barely throbbing organs.
This is the sound of throats slitting, of a backstreet lobotomy, of your
brain collapsing due to carbon monoxide poisoning and the only solace I find
amidst this bleak landscape of noise and misery is that it finishes. Less
rolling in the ruins, more rolling about on the floor with your hands over
your aching ears trying to protect your rapidly depleting brain cells, all
the while screaming for mercy. Awful.

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In which the great minds who penned
“Street Fighting Man” inform us that, like, television’s a bit shit these
days, innit? Great…thanks for that.
Will Columbine |
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Hailing from Austin, Texas, the Black Angels are a 5 headed rock beast that
specialize in their own unique brand of ‘Native American Drone n’ Roll.
Bluesy, ballsy and brooding, this is 4 track E.P full of heavy duty
psychedelic dirge that screams; why change chords when you needn’t? It is
easy to be sucked in to the incessant mantra like lyrics, primal rhythm
section and swirling keyboard sounds, but once the droning has subsided
you’re left feeling none-the-wiser. As an E.P; the layers of noise mesh
together nicely, the tracks are well ordered and serves as a rugged
introduction to the Black Angels. However, after a few listens the ‘drone
factor’ on which these Angels pride themselves on does become a little
tiresome, which makes me wonder if they could carry off a whole album in
this fairly limited ilk. That said, there are vast quantities of potential
that seep through the cracks in this release; potential that if realised
could be of epic proportions. If you’re a fan of turning on, tuning in and
droning out, their marathon 3 hour, multi-media extravaganzas that accompany
their live performance will be arriving in the U.K sometime next year.

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I had DDF down as some kind of emo Popsicles. Turns
out I am mighty wrong. The ep – some might say mini-album is full to the
gills with proper introverted, sometimes downright maudlin, pop songs. Think
Idlewild without the all the annoying bits and you’re pretty much there, or
mid-period Edsel Auctioneer before they lost it completely.
Sure, sometimes the songs veer into the generic, but
even then there’s enough here to keep me interested. ‘Leaving Book’ is
particularly wonderful – like Morrissey with added fuzz. I’d love to see DDF
live, and by crikey, I reckon I’ll make the effort.
Sam Metcalf |
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The Crimea take time out from rocking out, to turn in a
sort of Beatlesesque ode to the poor tax. It’s alright, I suppose. It
reminds of kicking out time at the pub, bizarrely, and that’s not my most
favourite time in the world, I can tell you. I imagine it’s the sort of
‘indie’ that Jools Holland is fond of. Expect to see The Crimea on telly at
gone midnight any time soon.
Sam Metcalf |
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Indie fop supergroup The Snowdrops return from
hibernation with a quite beautiful five track ep. The title track reminds me
somewhat of early New Order, and features the synthesised handclap, and for
that reason alone should be applauded all the way to the bank. ‘The Cold To
Snow’ (fantastic title) ups the glacial feel of this record and gives me
shivers down the spine and everything.
‘The Boy With the Hummingbird Eyes’ is produced by
Keris Howard who’s managed to make Dick’s voice sound even more fragile than
it usually sounds. Bravo for that. It’s also the best track here, believe
me.
If the winter is stretching out in front you like a
miserable frozen lake, reach for this ep, put a warm jumper on and eat some
chocolate. You’ll feel better again before long.
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So many fallouts, not enough time. This is marginally
better than the above, but not by much. In fact, I don’t really see the
point in this. They must know it’s fantastically dull. In a piss poor
jazz-inspired Jam kind of way. Yes, that bad.
See video (.wmv file)
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You know what you’re gonna get with Ashcroft, and he
doesn’t let you down here. Or he does, dependin on which way you dress.
‘Break the Night With Colour’ is the country-ish ballad that he always seems
to produce. It’s a trillion times better than most of the stuff I’ve
reviewed this month, but then that’s damning with feint praise if anything
is. Fans will not be disappointed, the rest of us will just shrug our
shoulders and carry on.
Sam Metcalf |
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I blame Franz Ferdinand for a lot of things. Boy Kill
Boy capture the zeitgeist perfectly with ‘Back Again’, which features
perfect English accented vocals and lots of jerky guitars. I bet they all
have posh haircuts. One for the student discos.
Sam Metcalf |
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Debut single from British Sea Power-endorsed six piece
from London. Morton Valence make electro indie pop, and they do it very well
indeed, thank you very much. Thankfully, the two tracks here are totally
different. Whereas ‘Man on the Corner’ builds and builds, ‘Sailors’ is an
instant pop thrill and features some wonderful watery sound effects. Very
clever, you see. I expect, and want to, hear more.
Sam Metcalf |
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A rumbling guitar based rock 'n' roll start to the new year that sounds
like Ocean Colour Scene would have done if Simon Fowler had spent the last
15 years on 40 Lucky Strikes a day. Not good. 'Like a Stone' starts
promisingly with some delicate picked guitar before being swallowed up by
some gruff power chords. Shame.
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Good old ¡! - seems like they've been around
for ages but now all that hard work and touring seems to be paying off with
plenty of publicity and this Paul Tippler produced single produced. It seems
a little bit clinical compared with the original demo I downloaded way back
when but after a few listens it is obviously the superior product.
Infectious, angular, original and quite brilliant.
www.forwardrussia.com
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Funny looking bunch of potential Covent Square mime artists but Smother
knock a pretty fair emo-smothered (forgive the pun) brand of rock that
should see them make the leap to the mainstream with little effort.
Intelligent lyrics, irreverent song titles (that's the first time I've ever
used that word - makes me sound like Dennis Norden) and insanely catchy
tunes. Definitely an early find for 2006.
www.globalwarmingrecords.com
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Just when the pedestrian drum intro sounds like it is going to morph into
something a little more interesting and electro some horrible growling vocal
croaks its way into existence. Seems like Tanita Tikarum has been on the
Woodbines since her last single. 'I Want You' to stop mithering my ears -
the B-side is even worse.
www.elenaonline.com
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Dammit - it's true what they say - The Kooks do write rather fine poppy
sing along-a-thons that will have the youths bouncing in their (ironically)
expensive Cons the length and breadth of the land. Definitely one of the
best songs on the new album and easy to see where the Supergrass comparison
come in. Please don't waste my time with an instrumental version though -
I've got ironing to do.
www.thekooks.co.uk
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The choice of two versions of title track 'Breathe' sung by no other than
Jo Price, voice coach to the stars on ITV's Soapstar Superstars and the
misleadingly labelled 'bonus' track as well. Hmmm. Who on earth would want
to listen to this? The woman can sing but I don't need to have a
demonstration of every vocal technique available within a 10 minute CD while
listening to a bunch of session musicians who would be better sent back to
their day jobs writing tracks for the Sugarbabes and filming documentaries.
Be gone!
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This is more like it. Turn up the volume and poor yourself a glass of
wine. Her Name is Calla return with two tracks which will make you weep. It
may be tears of joy caused by the beautiful sound emanating from your
speakers or it may be tears of sorrow from the doom laden guitars and vocal
harmonies which layer like the voices of a thousand weeping widows.
Immaculate.
www.hernameiscalla.co.uk
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Whilst pondering why we are reviewing a Christmas single in January you
may also like to think about why everyone eats sprouts at Christmas and how
to exchange the unwanted gift of a Lloyd Grossman his and hers matching
liquidisers for something more useful. For my part I shall wonder what the
point of this is. Bah humbug and all that. It is free to download I
suppose...
www.theboyleastlikelyto.co.uk
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For all their over-use of bells and bizarre banjo/folky arrangements
which make them sound like a latter day version of the Wurzels at times,
this EP is worth buying for at least two reasons. Reason 1 is that 'Be
Gentle With Me' is a pop nugget. Reason two can be distilled into just a few
words which make up a line in 'Monsters' - a song about how loathsome
children are. I present you with, 'dipping their pissy little fingers in the
pick 'n' mix'. Absolute genius!
www.theboyleastlikelyto.co.uk
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Two piece Mooli produce a synth-laden sound that makes you wish it was
summer and not the height of winter. With a laid back south coast trip-hoppy
vibe perfectly complimented by Clea Llewelyn's dusky vocals, 'One Design'
sets us off at a languid pace akin to Portishead. But each track on this ep
takes us in a slightly different direction but all immaculately produced.
'Save You' is a little more upbeat and not could be mistaken for a lost
Morcheeba track - no bad thing. Closing track 'Underneath the Same Sun'
sounded suspiciously like it was going to turn into 'Torn' by Natlie
Imbruglia at one point but safely evaded this obvious direction. A promising
offering.
www.moolimusic.com
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Beguiling lyrics, spazzy hand claps and jingly indie acoustic guitar are
the order of the day on 'Jimmy Down the Well', helpfully ushered along with
a smattering of brass for that genuine oop north feeling.
'Sheffield Shanty' is a fantastic sounding slice of acoustic guitar
weaved into a most beautiful composition by the silky vocals. Or perhaps
that should be wrought into a highly polished set of cutlery, seeing as the
song is about Sheffield. Then again, probably not.
www.myspace.com/mstu
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We should know what to expect from Thee SPC by now and this release
certainly lives up to expectations. Two frantic offerings of indie pop that
will have the punters in Offbeat shaking their floppy haircuts in delight.
'A Perfect Quarter' features some twinkly synthetic electronic sounds over
the boy-girl vocal banter and recorder solo (I kid you not). The balor
Nights are a much more pared down sound with a 60s sensibility. Shake your
pants!
www.theespc.com
www.thescarlettuesday.com
www.balornights.com
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No release notes, no sleeve, no packaging just a disc with the intriguing
sounding titles including 'Chicken Lips Remix' and Caribou Remix. Don't know
if this is going to be released or is just a stop gap between the single
release and the eagerly awaited new album but it mashes up 'Good Clean Fun'
good and proper. You'll just have to wait for the new album to see if
Clearlake have mutated into an industrial dance outfit for good.
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Multi-talented Joseph Arthur returns with this country infused single.
Like a good Burgundy, it is full bodied, rich in taste, smoky and complex.
But also like a Burgundy, too much of it would leave you with a banging
headache.
www.jospeharthur.com
watch the streaming video (.wmv file)
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Not to be confused THE The Call from California, This The Call are from
North Yorkshire. Still with me so far? That's more than I was after the
opening title song which literally just faded away after 3 or 4 minutes of
meandering rock ballad and vocals from a singer who will be keeping
Strepsils in business for a good time to come. Sadly things don't really
pick up enough for me to get involved - this is well written and competently
performed but it's just so prosaic and produced within an inch of its life
that I can't understand why anyone would be bothered to listen to it. Not a
complete dead end but definitely room for improvement.

www.thecall.co.uk
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The lovely The Sunshine Underground carry on riding the crest of Kaiser's
generated 'Leeds scene' wave and come fresh from winning the Mickey Mouse,
sorry, Leeds Independent Music Award for Best Live Act. Anyone who has seen
them play live will no why as they give off more energy than an explosion in
a Lucozade factory.
This release sees 'Commercial Breakdown' given a nice production spring
clean from the original version featured on the 2005 Dance to the Radio
compilation and lets vocalist Craig seriously get his lungs around the
chorus. 'The Way It Is' and an extended mix of 'Put You In Your Place'
provide a much more funked up, dancey and intelligent direction, very much
in the vein of The Rapture with mucho cow bell action. Put on repeat and
enjoy.
www.thesunshineunderground.co.uk
watch streaming video to 'Commercial
Breakdown'
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Whilst displaying a worrying concern for the state of modern childrens'
television programming (perhaps the Joff Winks band should have a chat to
The Boy Least Likely To...) this release manages to combine the genres of
power ballad and prog rock with remarkable aplomb. 'Share My Blues' is
ostensibly a bit cringeworthy but is left so open ended and is performed so
earnestly that I'm left feeling that actually, it's pretty good. Not a
million miles away from Four Day Hombre.
www.joffwinksband.com
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Erm… the Libertines spring to mind here. Not surprising
really - it’s a slight rip-off. Nevertheless, I like this single a lot. The
lyrics are very smart and I love Alex Turner’s accent, especially on the
word ‘scummy’. (I doubt this will be that popular in the indie clubs though,
only because the first minute or so is a bit slow and thinky and that
wouldn’t be a good thing if you were stuck waiting to dance, but… cue
drums/tempo change… you can shimmy in the 2nd half. Phew. Hopefully you
won’t have looked like a total eejit on the dancefloor). Lots of beautiful
harmonic morsels in this, complete with the perfect ending that’s pleasant
and chillaxed like its beginning. These guys are bloody good musicians.
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There’s a really great riff in this but I still manage
to be bored by the tune overall. The production seems to be quite polished
and I think it would benefit from being rougher, or something, to make the
music in line with the style of vocals. The screamy bits do my head in but
I’m confident that any emo (or are they called ‘scene’?) kids will love
this. My throat hurts every time I listen though (it’s psychosomatic). I
need a lozenge now.
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This is a nice and pretty tune. Gentle on the ears and
all that. I especially like the piano and hammond elements which give a
little bit of added sparkle that is lacking in the music of most generic
indie bands kicking about at the moment (that I can think of). The lyrics go
along the lines of ‘I won’t let it kill me this time’, so consider this one
when you’re wallowing in your sorrows, or bored to tears during a really
long car trip - it’s refreshingly uplifting. I’m looking forward to hearing
the Sugababes cover which is going to be the B-side of this single, but I
can’t help but think that’s kinda copying the Travis/Britney thingy.
> see
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Gorgeous. I could happily listen to this over and over
and it would grow on me more and more. It is tastefully arranged and the
strings are absolutely beautiful. Beth’s voice is just perfect. I was never
really blown away by her earlier stuff, even though it was always
technically good, but this is really special. I haven’t noticed her around
for ages and was wondering what had happened to her. I guess in the meantime
her music has matured (and maybe I have too?) and I’m sure this single will
reaffirm the fans’ faith in her. This is my most favourite single in
donkeys. I’m no longer jealous that all the blokes used to fancy her – now,
I respect her wholeheartedly as a songwriter and musician. I’ll get her new
album for sure.

> see
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