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july 2007
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Well here’s some value for money! Eight tracks from
this Brooklyn boy on a single! The double a-side comes rammed with remixes
and instrumentals. In addition to the two title tracks, there’s two remixes
featuring the knob twiddling skills of British dub producer Bass Clef and
American Cassettes Won’t Listen. Then the generous helping of four original
tracks is backed with instrumentals of each track – oh Mr El-p, with these
instrumentals you are really spoiling us!
‘The Overly Dramatic Truth’ has a distinct ‘Stan’ like
vibe to it. Full of self-hatred and loathing and a narrative written like a
suicide note "You deserve the ignorance and bliss that I still wish I had.
Don't you let me keep you here, don't ignore my greatest fear". Combine this
with an undertone of rape "Fuck you raw now, it's my fault, fuck you raw
dog, I can't stop should've listened, should've left I can't stop unless you
jet" you get a smidgen of the disturbing but compelling effect Mr Mathers
can summon up so well. The sample is deep and melodic and builds from the
repetitive dirge driven verse to the heavy beat driven chorus.
‘Smithereens’ opens bizarrely with the opening notes of
Raindrops are Falling on my Head before wading through a plethora of sound
effects and samples like a kid who just got a Casio keyboard on Christmas
day, you know way too many it’s just down rite annoying. If you can ignore
the pointless background noises then this ain’t a bad slice of East Coast
Hip-Hop. Thick beat and El-P showing that he’s a pretty dam good MC, with
some well delivered spits about drugs and the hard knock life. It’s just a
shame there so buried under cheap sound effects to appreciate them.
The excellent remixes are well worth investigating on
their own, particularly ‘Flyentology’ featuring the one and only Trent
Reznor on the vocal sample and some NIN alike dirty guitar riffage on the
loop.
As singles go, it’s not very often you get so much for
your money. But at the end of the day, there are many more MCs out there
more worthy of your hard earned investment. El-P is a Hip-Hop artist of a
decidedly average nature in both the lyrical and musical departments, and
he’s going to need to produce something with more mass appeal and quality,
or originality than this to get up there with the big boys.
7/10

www.myspace.com/elproducto
watch video to 'Smithereens'
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The press release is adamant that Chronicles of Adam
West, a five-piece metal band from Basingstoke, shouldn’t be called
grindcore. In short they’re not arty enough to be noisecore and not
structured enough to be mathcore, but noisy as fuck. Their debut EP comes
across as if they’re not even sure themselves, but they’re halfway there to
finding a winning balance. Labels aside: songs like ‘The Applicant’ and
‘Showcat’ slow it down for a more progressive feel that doesn’t allow you to
quite write off Chronicle of Adam West as just another metal band. Even if
they are grindcore.
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Putting the dub-tinged groove into North London, Natty
is a songwriter, musician and producer with a keen ear for hook and a honey
smooth groove.
Badmind is dub with a deep sexy groove Shaggy could
only dream off. Iconic tinned percussion sounds and swelling samples. A vibe
that could win over reggae, dub, ska and dance fans alike, part Clash, part
Specials, part Damien Marley. All shoulder swayingly brilliant.
Camden Rox sounds like Get Cape Wear Cape Fly covering
Trojan classics. Perfect pop sensibilities (the opening chords sounding
uncannily like Scissor Sisters Take Your Mama) through acoustic guitar vibes
fresh out of the Windies, but a thoroughly English indie anthem about boring
urban life and wanting to be famous. A true summer anthem that will fix
itself on repeat on your chosen mp3 device and make the sun shine a little
brighter every time it rolls round.
Natty makes reggae with a much wider appeal lines it
with indie and pop and makes it truly delightful. Destined for big hits and
radio air play a muchness. 
8/10
www.myspace.com/natty4d
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Shortwave fade hail from Leicester
and have been crafting their big songs for quite some while now. These tunes
bear comparison with the sonic undercurrents created by the Doves and Mansun,
with whom SF share a love of the epic. That’s epic with a little E by the
way, not the E that was conceived by later period Simple Minds and..... No,
SF come over a little like an East Midlands Editors onCover Your Eyes,
without the toughness, a little more polished. Synth washes galore and some
nice key changes. Vocalist Chris Holloway excels on this cut, with a middle
eight that incorporates a lyric about burning down and reconciliation. Still
dreaming of ghosts, the band go looking for the big music, that oft abused
eighties musical term of reference that bears relevance in this context.
Coming on a little like the mighty Chameleons whilst cooking up an intense
and carefully crafted mix, SF could follow dedicated proggers such as Mew to
greater heights. There is a comparison here, but the Fade make no
compromises, and that’s what makes them stand out from the pack.

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Lily, unlike the slightly more
famous Lily, started life as a classically trained musician. Feeling
restrained however, she decided to make inroads into different more 21st C
musical areas.
The resultant debut release promises
a lot. “Patience” brings to mind the vocal twists and diversions of PJ
Harvey at her best. With Us Or? over eggs the issue and doesn’t quite do it
for me, but redemption comes in the form of the gorgeous harpsicord ballad
that is Hold On. Moving onwards, Your Hands is a spooky and fractured tune,
and could either be about a henious murder or a love lost. An exciting an
experimental side is evident throughout the EP. Seemingly not afraid of
potentially losing the listener, this can be a bumpy ride at times, but
worth sticking out.Third to last track, Two Worlds, recalls the recent Klima
offering in tone. Lily’s voice processed and melding with the veil of
electronica very effectively. The idea of Lily is an exciting one, and like
Colleen, she crafts some lovely textures that challenge and distract at
turns. A feminine riposte to current guitar hegenomy and worth seeking out.
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By the time you read this, you’ll have probably heard
‘Fluorescent Adolescent’ about ten thousand times. Arctic Monkeys have been
Britain’s favourite band now for a year and a half, so chances are that
you’ll have formed an opinion by now. There’s little within ‘Fluorescent
Adolescent’ that will change your mind. It’s an ode to that period in a
couple’s life when they lose that, ahem, little spark in a certain room of
the house. For what it’s worth, I think it’s ace, and kudos to Alex Turner
for either being so candid, or at least tackling the least rock ‘n’ roll
subject it’s possible to write about.
The question is where Arctic Monkeys go from here. Two
great albums, a clutch of awards, a headline appearance at Glastonbury and a
Shirley Bassey cover later, at current rates they’ll be releasing an album
by the time the kids go back to school. Whatever they do – implode, go
stratospheric or go mad and eat their new bass player in an orgy of drugs
and gluttony – be thankful that in just eighteen months they’ve progressed
enough to release a great song like this. Exceptional.

www.myspace.com/arcticmonkeys
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The Clyro, as no-one but ‘cool’ Radio 1 DJs call them,
have been threatening to break through into the mainstream for a while.
Their debut was launched upon us in 2002, when no-one much cared because
they weren’t called ‘The Biffy Clyro’. But like Snow Patrol and countless
other bands with Celtic affiliations, their time has come after much lurking
in the shadows.
This is mainly due to quirky single ‘Living Is A
Problem Because Everything Dies.’ If you haven’t invested in their album
‘Puzzle’ yet, then you may be surprised at how different those two songs
are. ‘Folding Stars’ is, for three sweating Scotsmen, very sweet, twinkly
and faintly twee, and it’s radio-friendly filler, nothing more. Will they
implode like the folding star they sing about? I’ll say no, because the
drummer looks quite hard, but I may have my fingers crossed behind my back.
www.biffyclyro.com
www.myspace.com/biffyclyro
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Calm down, dear, it’s only a demo! Held By Hands are a
newly-formed band from Leeds, where everything, as Kaiser Chiefs tell us, is
brilliant. And then they go and proclaim everything is average nowadays,
which is just confusing. This demo, truth to tell, is very much at the lower
end of the average spectrum. Matthew Johnson, who is the driving force
behind the self-titled demo, may be a decent songwriter, but due to the fact
he’s singing next to a broken fan at the other end of a wind tunnel, I can’t
comment.
The four tracks on the EP are much of a muchness, very
minimal and accompanied by quiet vocals. I think we’re aiming for a kooky
Beta Band word of mouth style route to a major label deal, but like I say,
until it’s recorded with someone who knows which end of the mike picks up
the sound, I’m at a loss to commit myself further. The CD asks us to play it
loud. Baby, not even a PA rig the size of Bono’s head could make any
difference.
www.myspace.com/heldbyhands
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I know there are two types of music France produces.
There’s Johnny Halliday, and his rock ‘n’ roll revival shash that sells by
the bucketload, and confrontational rap that’s brilliant in edgy black and
white flicks about police brutality and ‘the youth’. But I know little of
French ‘indie’ music. I know there was a swap deal in the 1990s where we had
a band called Saint Etienne and they were allowed to have one called Aston
Villa, but other than that, nicks.
Cobson may force a sea change in my attitude. They’re a
three-piece from Montpellier in the south of France, and I’m not just going
to give them a good review because I’m off on holiday there and I want to
borrow a tent. No, Cobson are currently label-less outside of France but
they have the chops to at least cross the channel. This EP demonstrates
energy and melody with surprisingly big dollops. Cobson make a racket
despite having no bass player, kind of like The White Stripes but with a
knowing twist. We’re only in demo/download territory here, but check them
out if you’re after something slightly different and ooh-la-la.
http://cobson.over-blog.com
www.myspace.com/cobson
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Everyone knows a Brenda. I live across the street from
one, but I don’t know if I like her enough to champion her as a band name.
Still, Keane named themselves after their nanny, and Brenda did look after
me once while my mum was in hospital, so maybe she deserves it. It would
probably be some jaunty up-tempo number like Paul McCartney would record,
not a howling, abyss-like collection as this band have created.
There are four songs, and the record lasts almost as
long as The Clash’s debut. Brenda don’t do snappy. That said, the raga-like
workouts out existential rock to be found on this debut EP are pretty good,
with not a lot to say for themselves but fine background music indeed. I
don’t know where exactly they’d work, since a festival crowd would get bored
easily of what is essentially an extended jam session, but with some
guidance and a producer who can tell the lads when to stop, we could be
blessed fairly soon with the British answer to The Mars Volta.
www.thesoundofbrenda.co.uk
www.myspace.com/brendaband
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Ok, lets get this out the way, it's
neither easy to forget or ignore the fact that a hollywood pretty-boy actor
is fronting the band when they're throwing silly money (equivalent to the
GDP of a small African country*) at a video. Ah, the video, i'm sure it's
meant to be grandiose but really it just comes across as, well, a bit
pretentious and detracts from what is otherwise a decent song. Although I'm
not a fan of the video, i do like the song. It has an anthemic feel to it
with a massive chorus and i can imagine fans of radio-friendly rock will lap
it up like a dog on a hot day, while those that shun the light of the
mainstream may not be so keen.
* this is a lie, although it was somewhere in the region of $13million
apparently!
Watch the video to 'From
Yesterday'
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Another triumph from
the band that refuse to write a bad song. 'The Final Days of Rome' is a
3-track EP which drips with more spine tingling guitar riffs in 15 minutes
than you would get in the lifetime of most bands. The rock noir modus
operandi is set out early in the piece with 'This Changes Everything', a
swirling climactic epic of a track built around gut shudderingly intense
ascending guitar line choruses interspersed with demi-deranged vulnerable
vocal verses before cascading into a triumphant finale. It's been one of my
favourite tracks for months, ever since it appeared on their MySpace page so
no surprises here that it gets a resounding thumbs up.
'Louis' Revenge' sees a much more pared back sound but does include the
welcome introduction of some unhinged female backing vocals chanting 'yes,
no, yes, no' in a suitably scary schizophrenic way. Choppy, intense and
slightly threatening.
Once again the guitars just tumble out of the speakers in closer
'Attention: This is Your Conscience Speaking'. Sometimes they are shredded
distorted walls of noise, other times barely noticeable high pitched trills.
There's plenty of bass flying around in a near free-form way but it never
strays so far as to become self indulgent.
This is not 3 minute throw away pop. I make no apologies for the
gushingly positive reviews - The Half Rabbits are are formidable musical
force and demand your attention.
www.halfrabbits.co.uk
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The title track is a sweet dose of soaring and swooping
orchestral pop that evokes a Sunday afternoon spent flying kites on the
heath or flying a hot air balloon. B-side "Lately" sounds like a slightly
lazier version of Bjork's "Play Dead" and it doesn't help that the female
vocalist has so painstakingly modelled her singing style, inflections and
all, on the Icelandic nutcase. Also, if you're going to put such effort into
making the music sparkle, why ruin the effect by giving your band such a
crap name? That aside, there's a lot of promise on display here.
www.myspace.com/themummers
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At this point, I've received so many frothing emails
from Domino about Eugene that I'm almost convinced he's the reincarnation of
Jesus Christ. Yet, despite his many accomplishments, it's not been widely
reported as to whether the Son of God ever knocked out a classic
three-minute pop ditty before (last?) supper. Come on then, Mr
McGuiness...I'm all ears. Well, the title track's perfectly serviceable;
it's got a Smiths-y verse and a middle eight that recalls the Super Furry
Animals. I'm sure the flip-side, "Myrtle Parade", was written by Damon
Albarn over ten years ago - it's definitely got that Parklife-era swagger
and Eugene sings just like Mr All-Bran. Solid stuff then, but nothing more.
Still, there's always carpentry if it doesn't work out, right?
www.myspace.com/eugenemcguinness85
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There only problem with being a two-piece is a) you
will be constantly compared to every other two-man-band out there and b)
someone will always inevitably shout out ‘GET A BASSIST!’ at your shows.
Mellotron Overdrive’s title-track single
‘Inquasionable’ has a catchy rhythm but is a little monotonous, but just
about saved by some fancy drum-work in the middle. Extra tracks on the
single ‘Public Relations’ and ‘Every Corner’ pretty much follow the same
formula, now again speeding up or slowing down the same riff for, y’know, a
little bit of variation. Oh, you rebels, you.
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You
might have heard this song already, since it was played on the Radio One
Rock Show. But if you haven’t think of low raspy vocals under a thick layer
of “hard rocking duuuuude”. So like anything else considered hard rock, if
has the heavy hooks and singable chorus (with the baffling parting line ‘so
long my anaemia!’) but not really anything else going for it.

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Having had a big frothing at the mouth
session over Unkle’s last single/packaging pulchritude, I am pleased to
report that “Burn My Shadow” is equally as sexy and packed full of goodness
for yer lugholes. But there’s more – Cult and Doors’ frontman Ian Astbury is
on vocal and guitar duty. Sadly, he’s not on full “yay-uuuuuuh” form, and
takes a more restrained approach to his delivery, but his voice still
dominates proceedings. The title track has nice pace to it, heavily driven
by fuzzed-up bass and Astbury’s voice, and there’s a bloody cowbell in it
and some sort of incantational backing vocals. Quite simply, ace. Third
track “Unkle Surrender Sounds Session #5” has ‘dance tent at 3am at
festival’ stamped all over it. Bleeps, wibbles and all sorts of electronic
tomfoolery are all present and incorrect. 10 minutes has never seemed so
short…
www.myspace.com/unkle
Watch the video to 'Burn
My Shadow'
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More bi-lingual folkiness from the Principality. For anyone who likes the
output of Leeds’ Peter Wright, David Broad and Benjamin Wetherill, you’ll be
well pleased you got your mitts on this EP. Title track has some sort of
glockenspiel going on, with beautiful violins making occasional appearances.
Throughout this EP, there’s some really lovely harmonies going on and always
plenty of melody and great guitar picking. And then there’s the sweetest and
saddest cello threading its way through “Amser”, don’t worry if you can’t
speak Welsh, I can, you’ll get the feel of what’s going on, and that’s what
music’s about isn’t it? Buy.
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Anyone who caught Earl Hickey and his brother Randy
doing the robot to Styx’s ‘Mr Roboto’ on a recent ‘My Name Is Earl’ might
realise that androids and everything concerned with them are big business
nowadays. This summer, we’ll be treated to a
nowhere-near-as-good-as-the-programme-that-inspired-it version of
Transformers; and a car manufacturer is using dancing cars to illustrate
just how lithe they can be. Let’s face it, if a robot can dance along to
‘Jacques Your Body’ by Les Rhythmes Digitales then we’re all screwed, I
reckon.
Nova Robotics are one, maybe two (I wasn’t
altogether sure) musicians who create soundscapes in their bedroom. And good
at it they are, too. Their minimalist, spare style disguises a serious
musicianship, and of the six tracks available on this debut release at least
three sound like Radiohead B-sides that only Thom Yorke and a few avid fans
might listen to.
That might be doing ‘Subterfuge’ a disservice, since
it’s an assured record, but aside from mysterious titles and esoteric
influences there’s a lack of diversity. If it’s supposed to be a complete
piece, then fine, but each track sounds too similar to the one that preceded
it to make it stick in the memory. Not a world-beater then, but then again
sometimes we all need a touch of humanity in this crazy world. And if Robin
Williams said that at the end of ‘Bicentennial Man,’ I’m giving up watching
films.
www.myspace.com/novarobotics
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Boasting influences as diverse as Kraftwerk and Smokey
Robinson (not that they’re especially esoteric, but there’s a kind of
unspoken gulf between the two), The Machine want you to dance and they’re
about to force you to do it. Not in an odd way, which leaves you needing
therapy, but through sheer beat-creation. Their debut EP contains a mission
statement consisting of three cuts of amphetamine-fuelled dance.
Truth to tell, they’ve missed a trick, in that their
first choice is ‘Love In A Dead End Town,’ which given their undoubted
craftsmanship is too light and insubstantial to cause much fuss. But second
track ‘A Night To Remember’ is an absolute slayer, like Hard-Fi being
smacked about a bit by New Order. It rocks, completely and undoubtedly.
Final track ‘Sheila’ is fine, too, but there’s only one choice for their
first single, methinks.
If you’re a little bored of trying to work out which
dance genre you should like, try The Machine’s fun and direct approach to
classic dance-floor lunacy and maybe, just maybe, we can convince people not
to bring back crap techno from Ibiza like some persistent flesh-eating
bacterium.
www.myspace.com/musicofthemachine
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The whole stripped-down, acoustic folk thing can often
end up sounding a bit limp on record but Fran Rodgers has the sort of voice
thats more than capable of standing up by itself. Anything but fey and
whimsical, she ends up sounding more like a female Leonard Cohen and a lot
more world-weary than her 23 years would suggest. What with the
gospel-style backing, 'I fell to you...' ends up sounding positively
spiritual.

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I've got to be honest and say that the Bees have pretty
much passed me by since 'A Ainha Mwena', so its a bit of a surprise when
this cut of prime, louche northern soul comes swaggering out of my speakers
instead of the scruffy hippies I was expecting. Sounding like they genuinely
haven't got a care in the world, and as geographically far from 'new rave'
as its possible to be, 'Listening Man's' almost spitefully retro and all the
better for it. Makes me want to go to a barbecue. In shorts.
www.myspace.com/thebeesofficial
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No-one ever said every band has to change the world,
but you sometimes got the feeling from the ESP that the release of the
second Bluetones album has been the greatest even in their lives so far.
'Misunderstanding's' a pleasant enough 3 minute burst of indie-pop that
doesn't outstay its welcome but leaves you struggling to remember it once
its finished. Luckily they manage to redeem themselves with a wonderfully
bleak cover of the Associates 'Blue it is' on the B side, that shows a side
to them that they should let out more often. More sad lounge music, chaps.
Watch video to 'Misunderstanding'
www.myspace.com/electricsoftparade
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Rocking and old skool vibes, a huge
nod to ‘The Number Song’ (DJ Shadow), steel drums, carnival whistles, plus a
touch of Chemical Brothers style collapsing drum breaks, The Go Team stick
up a massive two fingered salute to the difficult second album cliché and
offer a taste of what they’ve been cooking up for us. A summer induced waft
of a home cooked soul stew filling the nasal cavity, with it comes the
immediate yearning for a real taste, a huge bowl full of Go Team broth.
Sadly, they ain’t serving none of that for a few weeks yet, but I’m booking
my table.
Watch the video to 'Grip
Like a Vice'
www.thegoteam.co.uk
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A vocal led house track, with a
strung out underlying melody. There’s no bassline to speak of, and the beats
have been on a strict diet, thus rendering it slightly anonymous. The vocals
themselves are repetitive, but infectious, like tuberculosis and exalting,
unlike tuberculosis. Unfortunately they don’t stop the whole thing melding
into the background, which might be ideal if you are a DJ in a nice little
chilled back room of a sweaty club, where this track deserves to be aired.
Its nicely done, in a an understated, effortless way.
The Ashley Beadle remix strings the
whole formula out for a full eight minutes, which is ideal if you’re a DJ in
the back room of a sweaty club, who needs to use the toilet and get back to
the decks before the music stops, if you’re not, or if you’re on the dance
floor, you might get a bit bored.
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West coast lo-fi, that sounds like
it hails from another era, when the American dream hadn’t been chastened by
Vietnam, Nixon, antipathy and stoicism, this is good stuff. Occasionally
meandering into T-Mobile advert territory, but usually left-field enough not
to sound too much like made for TV commercial breaks and beats, the fact
that it’s all one man’s work, on many instruments with varying degrees of
competence, somehow makes it more exciting.
I really enjoyed the whole EP, even
the indulgence of instrumental pastiche King Polxenes. Melodic, relaxing and
just about interesting enough not to wash over you. Lyrically its somewhere
in the ether, metaphorical nonsense abounds, but it doesn't really matter
too much. Sonically its not amazingly well produced, with some fizzing and
slight glitching. The glitching adds charm, as do the slightly obscure
arrangements, but the fizzing meld of sounds is a bit too lo-fi and some
attention needs to be paid to it. Small niggles though since the whole EP is
more than worth it for the title track. If you like Clap Your Hands Say
Yeah, you should give Aria C Jalili a punt.
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Is there room for another angular
pop-punk bunch of pretentious over-dressed, over-hyped, no doubt good
looking, guitar twitching, Black Wire wannabes with a drum machine who
probably couldn't punch their way out of a paper bag? Probably. Normally
rational people have an insatiable appetite to have these kind of modern day
spivs in horrible shoes on their myspace friends lists. Nobody can be arsed
to buy their records, but look at their hair, wow!
If there is room, then it'll be
Billy Ruffian elbowing their way in, on the latest tide of crushed bollock
filth.
This time though, they're hyping
themselves as anti-scene. A slightly myopic stance since their music places
them firmly, both feet, leaden in the middle of their self certified sinking
ship. Its certainly mixed up. The message is: the scene is shit. The music
is: that of the same derided scene.
The killer for me though is the
pseudo public school mock shit that's mumbled over the microphone by some
faux dandy in a cheap suit.
I've never hated anything so much
since, fuck, I dunno, I've never hated anything so much.
Mark E Smith likes them and they
seem to want to be the Fall. Too late, lads, and too little.
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To say this is different to previous Envelopes
offerings would be an understatement. Here, they come on like early Pixies,
and whilst that’s a welcome thing, no-one quite does Pixies like Pixies.
And not even Pixies do Pixies like Pixies do nowadays. Where’s the pop of
‘Sister in Love’? I want my old Envelopes back.
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In which Tunng continue to dominate the world of
psychedelic nursery rhyme. This is an odd choice of single, in that it
neither dominates your ears, nor turns you into a massive, foaming at the
mouth spaz, like what all good Tunng songs should do. However, it’s better
than most of the generic indie plop around at the moment, and so you should
buy it. Twice.
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Talking of indie plop. The Pigeon Detectives make music
for trainee lawyers who think they’re a bit edgy, don’t they? This is so
lumpen it could be used as a traffic calming measure on a sink estate.
Sam Metcalf |
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Is it me, or do all Maximo Park singles sound like
this? Y’know, the stop-start jaggy guitars? The sub-Kaiser Chiefs chorus?
The very, very arch vocal affection. It almost makes you long for the return
of The Futureheads. Almost.
Sam Metcalf |
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Assembly Now clearly aren’t that stupid at all. This is
very… erm… now, although it brings to mind local bands like Plans and
Apologies and Mascot Fight, and is therefore saved from the dustbin of
history by my kind hand. However, must do better.
www.assemblynow.com
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Oh, this is very lovely indeed. Perkins does that nu-folk
thing very nicely indeed, and has a more interesting voice than most of the
beardy types that inhabit that world. And then the brass comes in! And it’s
like this is the most wonderful song in the world. And you should all go out
and buy it and cultivate some facial hair. Beautiful.
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Having known people I’d liked who liked Bats for
Lashes, I’m mildly let down by this. It sounds like a goth Black Box
Recorder, and that’s no good for a man of my age. I’m sure it’s supposed to
be mysterious and kooky, but instead it leaves me completely cold. For Goths
with middle management jobs everywhere.
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Now I really don’t get it. Why are this band so feted?
This record is desperately poor. It sounds like Deep Blue Something’s fifth
single off an album. ‘Honey Bee’ is marginally better, but they remind me of
something really bad that I can’t quite put my finger on. Answers on a
postcard, please.
watch video to 'Firecracker'
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With all the energy and aggression that one may expect
from Nick Olivieri era Queens Of The Stone Age, Mexicolas release their
debut single Shame with a riff big enough to make Jack White want to move
into a shed. During the 2mins 40 seconds the track lasts you can just feel a
constant rush of energy through your body that says if you were on a
motorway you would be speeding at that moment. The featured B Sides are
Sticks And Stones, which again features an amazing riff with another
brilliant chorus, and Darko which is a beautiful show closer and running at
3.55 the longest track on the single. Mexicolas are living proof that 3 man
rock bands can still kick ass.
www.myspace.com/mexicolas
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Another hand-assembled beauty from Her Name is Calla, this time one of
just 250 and complete with some beautiful black and white photographs.
Musically, this is probably HNIC at their most post rock - a full 18 minutes
of it. 'Condor' is broken up into passages - the opening section being like
the sound of a thousand electronic cicadas with a brushing of guitar. After
5 minutes there is a serious drum interlude which passes into a clean
piano-led piece like clouds clearing after summer storm. The choral vocals
become increasingly intense and anguished as the track progresses, gradually
accompanied by a haunting trumpet and increasingly intense keys until they
are joined by a shimmering drum beat. The whole effect is entirely
mesmerising and haunting, particularly after the deliberately soporific
introduction. The EP does not pass out in an equally anonymous manner,
instead employing a wall of electronic violence in the form of outro
'River'.
The overall effect will as always be down to the individual listener.
Some people will find the lengthy status of the track self indulgent and
wilful while others will find it a mastery of dynamics. But regardless of
this, the usual fragile quality and beautiful Calla sounds should win
through even the harshest of critics.
www.hernameiscalla.co.uk
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Club bouncing, crowd rocking dance floor hip-hop stuck
somewhere firmly between Pharoahe Monch, A Tribe Called Quest, Busta Rhymes
and M.O.P. But they’re not from New York or L.A.; they’re from Manchester
our kid!
The very second you press play on ‘Get Up’ you do just
that, you loose all control of your right arm as it flies into the air and
starts doing that lever motion. It makes you feel like all the classic old
school hip-hop tunes do, it’s rammed with energy and a pair of neon flares
full of soul expressing funkadelica.
The textbook three-chord keyboard riff coupled with the
Marvin Gaye with a Gospel choir sized backing vocal sample give it its US
flavour. Although this is compounded when you find out that rapper
effortlessly gluing the anthem together is in fact Soup from Jurassic 5.
As perfect a bouncing hip-hop anthem as any of it’s
legendary predecessors. Manchester hasn’t got down like this since Wigan
pier and the Hacienda. Be prepared for fleets of muscle cars driving down
Oldham Street at two miles an hour with the hydraulics working over time and
this tune booming from the sound system. And pretty soon it’ll be happening
just about everywhere. Keep this tune to hand for the one day of summer we
might actually get, then play it till it wears out, you’ll love every beat
of it! 9/10

Watch the video to 'Get
Up'
www.myspace.com/elektrons
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The Godfather of electroclash returns ahead of his
forthcoming and prog-rock like titled third album ‘Virgo Blaktro & The
Moviedisco’ with an Ibiza ready summer dance floor anthem.
A space-age trance banger with hints of Daft Punk vocal
compression that flows with uplifting tropical beach nighttime vibes. Like
the climax to an Ibiza party on the beach at 5am, summoning the rising of
the scorching summer sun.
The kind of track that could make Felix even more of a
big time Dance name, text-book classics like this could easily launch him
into the Morrilo, Tiesto, Corsten type leagues with a big summer under his
belt and an album on the way (or at least get him into DJ Mags top 100 in
any case!) Because ‘Future Calls The Dawn’ ticks all the cardboard boxes.
8/10
www.myspace.com/felixdahousecat
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Taken from Mr Rascal's new album 'Maths
and English', 'Sirens' is a brilliant piece of dancefloor friendly garage /
grime (or whatever this is classed as). Frankly the sheer quantity of
sub-genres leaves me confused and nauseous; classification for
classification's sake. Either way 'Sirens' combines substantial beats,
wailing police sirens, and an eighties-style guitar riff with predictably
high quality MC-ing. It's far more 'banging' than anything from his previous
album 'ShowTime'. Unfortunately the B-side ‘De4N’ is rather weak and
meandering, but 'Sirens' alone makes this a worthwhile purchase. 
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