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december 2007
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If rusty stringed, melancholic sea
shanty type folk is your thing then the inspiringly named O'Death will be
right up your street. When they aren't shouting their lyrics through what
sounds like a bean tin telephone they are hammering seven bells out of what
passes for a pots and pans drum kit and sawing away on a 2 bit fiddle.
Energetic and sounding incredibly sweaty.
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This has a bit of an old school
pub rock vibe about it, complete with warbling, growling front woman.
'Suicide Girl' is a bit of a disappointment in the originality stakes. But
fear not, B-side 'Bi-Polar Baby' is much more interesting with a vaguely
eastern vocal style and an unusual guitar riff. This track is altogether
darker and less overtly commercial than 'Suicide Girl' but is perversely
worth triple. Weird that eh?
www.bipolarbaby.co.uk
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This is really good, you should buy it right away. The
tender, sparse and fleeting beauty of this dark piece of work is an instant
smack-in-the-face lesson in doing simple things well and getting results. A
haunting, delicate acoustic guitar links together a tale of despair,
littered with crushing disappointment and fear into a package which manages
to shift the emphasis away from dread and into vague hope without selling
out to some happy sell-a-million-albums cliché. Its amazing what a key
change and a couple of lines about ‘feeling warm and dry’ can do to lift a
tale of gloom.
B Side ‘Chinese Cargo’ fills out the sound a bit,
allows the vocals show a bit more range and loses some of the authenticity
of the title track in the process. Still a nice song though, and complete
with a beautifully timed little fill on the piano which shows Neil McSweeney
has a fantastic eye for detail.
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Very easy on the ear. Very slickly
produced. Very marketable. Very Stereophonics B-side. Personally it bored
me rigid. The lilting swing of 'Took Me For a Ride' was a marginal
improvement but still managed to meander through 3 minutes without making
any lasting impression. While typing I did notice that my finger nails
need cutting though.
www.myspace.com/thedaniels SB
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Liquid funk, the most accessible sub-genre of drum
and bass, has thrown forward some iconic signature sounds for the whole
genre of dance music. From Roni Size Reprazent’s Windows and Brown Paper
Bag to latter day cuts like Racing Green and Made it Last Night from High
Contrast. No other type of drum and bass music enters the mainstream
public consciousness as easily, or is as accessible. A squelching filtered
guitar, some sampled frenetic breakbeats and a bit of live bass just works
better for most people, it sounds more familiar, tangible. Throw in a
filthy synthetic loop teased out of an 808 and you maybe get that elusive
‘crossover’ appeal and a bit of cash in your back pocket.
Unfortunately Jaber Wok use a scattergun approach on
this track and throw in a bit of brass too, and a spoken word sample, some
breakdowns, build-ups, syncopation, strings, little drum fills,
everything. Except vocals. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t quite work, there’s
nothing to really get your teeth into before it changes direction quicker
than an escaping gazelle. As a showcase for their ability to get a range
of sounds out of their equipment it’s great, as a piece of music, it just
isn’t.
Ian Anderson
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When a scout for Alegria headed to the Madding Crowd
gig at which he decided they'd be a good band to sign, he was most
definitely on every banned substance. Ever. I had to take the CD out to
check it hadn't been mixed up with a demo disk from a bunch of deaf kids;
and no, Beethoven wasn't one of them.
Okay, let me cut the offensive broad statements and let you know what's
going on. "Modern Man" opens with some bashful guitar and drum strikes, much
like the joyous sounds of At The Drive In. And then the dullest, droniest,
most monotonous voice I have ever heard in my entire life, starts to sing.
The talking clock could do a better job. The music has now turned into your
regular light-punk backing, and sadly has no excitement to draw away from
the awful vocals over the top.
The two other tracks on the album demonstrate two completely different
styles of music. One mental blend of light rock and a saxophone, and one
slower acoustic number, kind of like a bossanova or something. This could do
well as a single. If it was released in the early 1970s.
I feel somewhat harsh for tearing this single to shreds, but the truth of it
is, that not a word of it is a lie, sadly.
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This should be the opening title credits to a childrens
TV programme, set to some cutesy plasticine characters acting out the lyrics
and inexplicably culminating in a sadistic distopia of soddomy and filth as
the plasticine men, so carefree moments earlier, eat each other alive,
starting with the fat plasticine genitals of their animated brethren,
gagging and choking between huge chomps into the erect, spurting, love guns
until the whole world is enveloped in an orgy of broken, semi digested
yoghurt chuckers and bloated, blood smeared plasticine cannibals. Then, and
only then, would the music be slightly less surreal than the visual schlong-fest.
I honestly can’t say I’ve reviewed anything this wonderfully weird before. I
waited for about 30 seconds for the cutesy spoken word story of the happy
island people at the foot of the mountain, lending each other a hand and
eating the sweet tasting snow to give way to the ‘real’ music before it
dawned that this was the real music, by which point, unable to picture
anything other than Barnacle Bill or Pigeon Street, thoughts of skiving off
school aged seven, pretending to be ill, watching Choc a Bloc and Button
Moon danced through my mind, then bang! The music ended and I was back in my
car, driving to work, through the rain and fug of an ugly Bradford
cityscape. Thanks Amiina, thanks Lee Hazelwood, for taking me away from this
horrible vista for one moment, and sorry, sorry about the exploding plastic
cock or whatever it was that darkened the beginning of this review.

Watch video to 'At
the top of the World'
www.amiina.com
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My first experience of Cat The Dog was in July 2007 supporting The
Bravery in Bristol. I'd be lying if I said that I, or anyone else in the
room, was paying a shred of attention to the guys up on stage, as I
dismissed them as arrogant and talentless after a comment along the lines of
"if you don't like it then f*ck off." But let's not squabble.
Taking this single for what it is, and ignoring who made it, it's remarkably
inoffensive and not bad at all. Even when the song momentarily diverges into
heavier breakdowns between the nostalgic indie verses and choruses,
everything remains very upbeat and "happy days." By nostalgic, I mean that,
this song draws on so much of the 1990s. And no, not the Spice Girls. I mean
the way it is constructed in such a fool-proof, tried-and-tested manner
which virtually ensures you can't make a bad sounding song. Upbeat and
cheery, with playful organ undertones and vocal harmonies, this song is
actually really good.
Watch the video to 'Gotta
Leave'
www.myspace.com/catthedog Thom Curtis |
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The only thing missing from this loud and
proud of it EP is a promo pack of migraine tablets. Because when one of the
three Mikes that make up this rock trio from Indiana pleads for a drink at
the conclusion, you'll be needing those little pink pills.
For such a vicious display of guitar shredding and blood-curdling screaming,
this is damn assured stuff. The opener 'Brain Fever' builds around pounding
drums, beating the repeating mantra deep inside your skull. Guitars
alternate between fuzzy and funky as the next couple of tracks fizz like
comets before the duelling vocals on 'Indiana' recall the Libertines hit
'Can't Stand Me Now' - and that is no mean feat. Things slow down a little
for 'Union Songs' before a rather charming Roots-like concoction with
beat-boxing and cheek-slapping aplenty completes this raucous outing. Enjoy
the riot while it burns. 
www.joyfulnoiserecordings.com
www.myspace.com/pushpull
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This is arguably the most disjointed and irritatingly "lardi-dar" song
that I have ever heard. "Elasticity" is a mash of guitars, keys, drums and
vocals, that don't really fit together until a good minute or two in, by
which time, the track is nearly over. With deep breathy vocals and chirpy
beats, this sounds more like a Scandinavian Eurovision entry than a Virgin
Records single. Interestingly, the b-side "Tinman," seems to give off a far
more promising vibe in terms of radio-play and general success. But then
I've always been a fan of piano songs. Compared to the single itself, this
is a lot slower and actually pieced together in a way that allows you to
appreciate the music, and when the quirky melodic vocal harmonies emerge
above many other subtle layers, it all begins to sound a lot more like
"Eskimo Joe," an Australian group I'm very fond of. And it's about then that
I find myself toggling the repeat button.
www.myspace.com/royworldtheband Thom Curtis |
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Or 'How Not
To Use A Drum Machine'.
There are some gorgeous touches of melody and occasional bursts of energy
buried on this EP from one-man band Roco Galiano, aka Rogue Thief. Hailing
from Philadelphia, Galiano's voice suits the music and he can certainly find
his way around a guitar, even if the arrangements are stagnant in places.
But the rewarding moments are drowned alive beneath a hail of erratic beats
from a hyperactive Energiser Bunny which, true to form, never stops running.
In its place, simpler rhythms would complement his subtle melodies so much
more effectively, giving the songs space to breathe and build. In the case
of opener 'Frontline', a genuinely inviting tune is left stranded while
'Ragged' threatens to develop but loses its way, and in both instances the
drum machine is the culprit. Sometimes, less is definitely more. 
www.namenooneman.com
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Utter shit in audible format. Six supposed songs thrown together on a
disk, recorded in a bedroom with a pound-land microphone and played by
crack-heads. Disgustingly basic backing and a grungey guitar sound you'd
expect to hear coming out of a thirteen year old boy's bedroom, overlaid
with a overly masculine female vocal track, which is merely talking blunt
and obtusely, or screaming/shouting.
Now I'm sorry but this shouldn't be allowed. Each song lasts under two
minutes because clearly the group lacked the originality to progress from
four chords. If there are any positives at all, track 5, "Spending Time With
You," has a hint of potential.

Over and out.
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Lyla Foy has an amazingly heart warming voice
and a couple of the tracks of this CD, particularly 'Great Unknown' is
amazingly moving. Foy moves between sweet and uplifting to tear jerking. But
I really can't stand the title track 'Back and Forth' which seems overly
whimsical and throwaway with sound effects straight from Playaway (am I
showing my age there?) If she finds the right outlet then I think Lyla Foy
could give the likes of Katie Nash and KT Tunstall a run for their money,
but then writing the right songs is half the battle.
www.lylafoy.com
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When the hand
written note accompanying the CD describes a 'one man army crushing 8-bit
formless of monotony' you know this is not going to be appearing in the NME
any time soon. And this is why we love Void of Ovals. On the other hand, I
haven't got a clue what the fuck is going on in this track, let alone how to
describe it adequately. Kind of freeform musical montage but where none of
the pieces are actually supposed to fit together? Now class, does simply
producing sound using musical instruments mean you are creating music?
Discuss. However, regardless of your conclusions I don't think I will
listening to this on the iPod during my (non-existent) morning jog.
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And bang! Goalkeeper Wanted's clonks
and clangs get booted firmly into touch by AOMC's shit-kickingly good latest
offering. Part Four sees them bolstering the drums and really playing around
with time changes and great hooks.
If '99 Percent' didn't get your attention then 'How a War is Won' will
drag you out of your arm chair, kick off your comfy slippers smack you
around the head with a pummelling Biffy Clyro-esque intro - all crunching
guitar chunks and kit smashingly fierce drums. Throw in the perfectly
crafted vocal round and a suitably boisterous outro and you have a top
track. Sounded ace live. Sounds just as good on record. Get down to their
myspace page to download it. Immediately!
www.myspace.com/aomc
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I might first like to say that
I had already listened through 3 tracks of this before I turned to the press
release and bio. 10 minutes of what could be called as punk-grime poking fun
at various maladies of the day in self deprecating way - nothing much wrong
with that - even if though the song structures were all beginning to sound
very similar by 'Rollercoaster'. This lack of subtlety was then royally
carried through in the press notes where lead singer Alex criticises Franz
Ferdinand, among others, for being a band of 'style over substance' that
people want to look at, not listen to. What? I hope this was intended to
provoke a reaction because I've been drawn in hook, line and sinker. 'Take
Me Out' was knocking around the clubs way before anyone even knew what Franz
looked like and their albums contain ten times more inventiveness and clever
observations than Hello Wembley have managed to muster here. I'm sorry, but
saying everyone wears skinny jeans and smokes Marlboros - isn't that sad
over a series 3 chord guitar line doesn't inspire me with praise either.
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Wow - this is pretty groovy.. Look past the
slightly amateurish sleeve art and 'My Girl' provides a mesmerisingly
complex sound combining shimmering synths, scuzzy raw guitar riffs and
shimmering 70's synth interludes. Indeed had Marc Bolan sought employment on
a cruise ship sailing between New York and Greenland then this would have
been the sound his band would have had. Teedo are a 7 individuals who
clearly revel in the discophrenic vibes of the 70s and this kind of
overshadows everything else they do. If you like the Scissor Sisters then
give this a swing. If you don't like Bowie and T-rex then steer clear.
www.teedomusic.com
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Do not put this on if you need to operate
heavy machinery, drive or concentrate on anything you are doing. To say
'Super Bajo' is high energy would be making the National grid look good in
comparison. Snarled samples break into a seriously catchy bass riff which
underpins some Latin American rantings and bongo percussion. Apart from that
I'm not sure I fully understand it. But I do know I like it a lot and that
it should probably carry a listening warning.
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Well, there's not much I can say about this. Not because I don't like it,
just that its a single.
The opening is good, with a very heavy introduction. The guitars are tight,
the riffs dark, thunderous and thrashy. The vocals (which kick in like a
storm), are fierce, gravelly and overall anthemic, racing at you like a
train. The chorus "War Cries - forever haunting me" is dramatic and pushes
this single through with force.
I like this single and would love to hear a full album by Primitai to see if
they dare to play with a wider range, or if they stick to what they know.
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There's a slight feeling of treading water with this EP as the mighty
Viva Stereo put out these four tracks ahead of their new album 'Roar, Lion,
Roar' in Spring 2008. With the title surely signifying the bands geographic
separation (each member now lives in a different city) as much as any deeper
underlying meaning, 'Miles Apart' feels a bit like a collection of B-sides
(all be it, very good B-sides).
Opening track 'Night Owl' feels by far the most 'complete' and it's no
surprise to hear that is pencilled for inclusion in the upcoming album.
Mixing VS's trademark electro guitar parts against tales of all night
drinking, this is upbeat without being jolly - as much about the hangovers
as the euphoria. 'Diatribe' is an interesting composition of swelling
atmospheric loops and incoherent vocals set against a dancey drum beat with
randomly scattered fills and samples. 'Orphan hands' is a pretty morbid yet
vulnerable minimalist track with background ambient sounds like someone
playing a Sonver record through an open window across the street. 'KHB' as
the closer works as a round with overlapping patterns and vocals. A bit
amorphous but interesting, much like the EP as a whole.
www.vivastereo.com
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A much needed revamp for 'Saved' sees Lorraine return with this remix
which sounds like part gay anthem, part Miami Vice incidental music. Now
that's got to be fun hasn't it? I always thought there was something
suspicious about Don Johnson's overly macho persona and the way he looked at
Tubbs. If you like your ironic post-80's-yet-still-in-the-80s pop then get
your mits on one of these very limited edition (only 1000 pressed) 7 inchers.
www.lorrainemusic.co.uk
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There's something to be said for not setting your sights too high. To
have your single described as a 'stunning, musical masterpiece' is a tough
act to live up to and is bound to lead to disappointment. 'Shipwrecked' by
Australian Nauendorf is a pretty catchy, blues/country infused piece over a
slow skiffle type beat. There's some superb guitar work as he switches
between short, muted notes and long ringing strums where the bass
reverberates out of your speaker for a good 10 seconds. But the way the song
raps up with an off the shelf ending is pretty lame. Just a pretty good
piece of music then.
www.derrinnauendorf.com
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'Just don't think about sex, take me to the next best reflex, contest.'
sings vocalist Tilly Brooks. What? When she is not filling your ears with
verbal nonsense there's a tedious 90's dace track bleeping along in the
background courtesy of The Havex. The best thing about this single is that
the two members of the band, for reason best know to themselves, are called
786 and 724. All this single got me thinking about was investing in a pair
of industrial strength ear plugs and a hearty pair wire cutters.
www.thehavex.co.uk
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After a cluttery start which made me prepare for the worst I'm happy to
herald 'Whenever Whatever' as a raging disco beast of a success. This remix
project sees the original track remixed 5 times - a little self indulgent
perhaps? But the single edit succeeds immediately in fusing Sheffield synth
pop, industrial beats and a cracking vocal track.
www.myspace.com/scarletblonde
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Sounding good to me chaps. Mixing quirky Weezer style pop riffs with full
fury grunge choruses in a perfect three minute pop song will never go far
wrong. Is that the soul of Kurt Cobain tearing out the vocal chords during
those choruses? Perhaps. Is that a rip off of A Pearl Jam riff on 'Beatnik
Acoustics'? Maybe. But if you are going to take a queue from someone else
you may as well use the best.
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Speaking as someone currently going through a bit of a Perfect Circle
phase (yeah, I know, leave me alone) there are instant and favourable
comparisons between Sign of One and Tool/Perfect Circle. It's finding that
perfect balance between being heavy as a bag of bolts and maintaining a
melodic edge. Vocalist Peter Sapienza achieves this hybrid of ferocious and
tuneful perfectly while the rest of the band thread rhythm-based light/dark
backing. Takes me back to dancing like a twat at Newcastle Riverside club
years ago...
www.myspace.com/signofone
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Despite a misleadingly humdrum piano intro, 'Playground' explodes into a
multifaceted wonder that sounds like Roy Wood era ELO. There's a weird
disembodied chorused vocal style that harks back to days gone by. The song
structure subtly jinks here and there and plays with the simple string/keys
backdrop. Not my usual musical fodder but an interesting foray
nevertheless.
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I like this track for the mere fact that at least two minutes of it are
based solely on some Latin percussion and a few whistles. Every time it
turns a corner you think 'here we go, it's about to kick off' and yet it
doesn't change - brilliant! In fact when the vocals and bass do come in it's
a bit of a disappointing understated acid jazz affair. Now if you'd
made it four
minutes of bongos...
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This is a bit weird. Starts off with a skiffly double bass intro which
kicks into a metal chorus joined by some Cher style pitch corrected vocals.
Eh? back to the bas for one more chorus before the vocoder chorus returns
with more of a Lo-Fis vibe before the drums disappear down a plughole and
the track ends. Normally I'd suspect that the whole track wasn't copied
correctly onto the disc but with MIBL you are just not sure what they will
do next.

www.myspace.com/makeitbetterlater
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Happy days indeed. With my knowledge of the Irish techno scene not being
what it should I was expecting some lilting, production line,
singer-songwriter wailing on when I opened this CD. Instead I got four
minutes of glamorous hard hitting techno. Slightly towards the
ambient/trance end of the spectrum due to its frequent twiddly interludes,
this is still very much hard hitting techno with a consistent high pitch
drone and an ever-present squelching drum pattern beating away. Good job for
my neighbours I'm wearing headphones. Ace.
www.gobsmackedrecords.com
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escalade is the work of New York born and now Tokyo based composer Greg
Sullivan. I say composer because these tracks feel more like intricate
compositions than 'songs'. 'X's & O's' travels through a musical scenery
where faintly shoe-gazy shimmering and chorused guitars are kept in a tight
rhythmical check by the woody sounding percussion. Unsurprisingly there is a
touch of the oriental infused in the sound. B-side 'Pleasure Treasure' is
exactly what it says. An utterly compelling release.
www.escalader.net
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MPD is a bloke, not a band, a bloke stuck somewhere in
1998, with a Verve t-shirt and a cheap guitar. Opening track Electrical is
about five minutes too long; toiling away under some underwhelming strings,
an acoustic guitar bashes out an indistinct riff. There’s the feeling of an
attempt at Parisian grandeur, but on a Blackpool seafront budget. Instantly
forgettable.
Second track The First Time starts off in a similarly
dull-as-dishwater fashion until some excruciatingly loud vocals and inane
lyrics “let the wind behold, the power of the flames, when you come home”
spoil things even further.
The prospect of a six minute opus called Refrain nearly
had me hitting the eject button before the song had even started and with
the first couple of bars sounding like MPD learning an acoustic version of
something by Oasis the trigger finger was itchy. This time round, the vocals
took on an extra dimension. Out of key, nonsensical and smudged by a huge
dollop of echo. Like Radiohead, underwater, on a head full of acid.
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This is basically the tale of relationship
disintegrating in a crappy northern town over the festive season and is set
amongst the tinkle and chime of bells and a healthy dose of sarcastic
seasonal imagery. With a jerky pace, breezy chorus and a lovely little
guitar fill that’s just the right side of sarcastic, this is definitely the
best Christmas single you’ll hear this year.
www.hotclubdeparis.com
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Ah, UNKLE, providers of consistently
ace reviewing material for myself over the past calendar year. Can this CD
continue along the same path? The title track has some interesting guitar
effects panning-wise before the beats kick in on a fairly straight forward
rock tune, which brings thoughts of “Darklands” era Jesus and Mary Chain,
and yet having harmonising whoo whoo hooos toooooo. And then some inharmonic
piano. Production is as ace as ever, and ideas are at a premium. “Heaven”
starts off as a gentle acoustic and vocal track, and as progression is made,
organs and synths join in for fun and do I sense a touch of multitracked
vocodery backing vocals? Indeed I do. At 7 minutes, it’s probably a little
too long to keep your attention, but is nice enough all the same and the dub
styled infinite delay at the end works well. As an additional Brucie bonus,
we get a video for “Burn My Shadow”. Xmas has come early this year.

Watch the video to 'Hold
My Hand'
www.unkle.com
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A nice little lo-fi
acoustic shuffle/skiffle along a tune, starting off sounding like an
acoustic J Mascis, but with all manner of beautiful instruments thrown in,
including glock, banjo, maybe mellotron, accordion as the song builds up, it
becomes something totally different, a perfect little pop tune with an
upbeat feeling. A pleasant way to spend 4 minutes.
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Sometimes when you
review a recording, there is some accompanying PR bullshit that comes along
with it. The phrase that comes with this release is “It feels like the
ultimate Go! Team single”. Over 3’12”, this single proves that sometimes PR
people actually know what they’re on about. From the start to the last, it’s
very hard not to listen to this, piss yourself laughing , shake your arse
and celebrate life. It clatters along at pace, drum heavy and fuzzy
guitarmungmouse, with Ninja’s rapping bang on throughout. If this is the
ultimate Go! Team song, and anyone who’s seen them live might well agree
with this idea, then what comes next? It’s going to be a good year next year
comrades.
Watch video to 'Wrath
of Marcie'
www.thegoteam.co.uk
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What is going on here? Samba-esque
wibbly half Portugese half English random phrases and raps about Afrika
Bambaataa? Perhaps after the other 4 versions we’ll find out. The LP version
starts nicely along the “Tour de France” and nestles itself in the same
groove as the first. The Peaches Remix as you might expect has Peaches
stamped all over it. The bass riffing and clapping goes more synthetic and
dirty and develops a North African feel. The Crookers Remix has definitely
gone for the dancefloor in an unashamedly hands in the air style, with
plenty of Daft Punk bassyness and pitch bending a gogo. The rascals. The
Fake Blood remix is a proper hip-hop “Intergalactic” vocoder bit, with some
ace filtering and modulation and a nod towards “Push It”. When’s that bass
going to kick in, eventually it does and it’s all gone a bit Lo Fi Allstars.
Ace. It wins hands down chez Alfonse.
Watch video to 'Marina
Gasolina'
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With new release “Deathcar”, the
second single from new album “One Day Son This Will All Be Yours”, Fightstar
look to consolidate a burgeoning position as serious Brit hopefuls in an
otherwise US-dominated market.
“Deathcar” sees them more melodious,
more accessible and more comfortable with their growing Deftones-esque rock
credentials and at their absolute best on the delicate chorus, when not
trying to vocally strip paint from the back of the studio. An ode to the
frankly frightening phenomena of Chinese death row prisoners being executed
in the titular vehicles of the song to supply organs ‘on-demand’ to accident
victims, bushy-browed frontman Charlie Simpson runs the gamut of emotions
from spitting anger to haunted shock as this story was brought to his
attention at the same time an ex-girlfriend started seeing someone else. In
his own words, "I've sort of merged him and the deathcar together. I’m
driving and he's in the back..."
Backed-up with a live track from
London’s Koko Club (“99” replete with crowd on backing vocals), the crushing
“Nerv/Seele” and the fragile “Shinji Ikari”, Fightstar ensure that another
rung on the credibility ladder is safely negotiated and another step is
taken away from evil exes and former bands that shall not be named. This
single release will also see them make a little bit of music history, as
this will be the first on the VinylDisc format – CD one side and vinyl on
the reverse.
www.fightstarmusic.com
Watch video to 'Deathcar'
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Leeds-based Vessels are tipped for
big things in 2008 and with this third release (after single “Yuki” and
their debut EP) it seems that for once it’s ok to believe the hype. Support
is raining down from on high, the likes of former Suede frontman Brett
Anderson and Steve Lamacq rushing to endorse this experimental alt-rock
five-piece.
Title-track “Two Words & A Gesture”
glides delicately over a fractured sonic landscape on pianos, undecipherable
harmonies and layered guitars, before morphing into a tumult of feedback,
crashing cymbals and distortion.
“Clear and Calm” follows much the
same pattern, like a soundtrack to a Sunday morning walk through crisp city
streets before it gurgles and splashes to an other-worldly crescendo.
If we were ever invaded by a superior race and taken back to their home
planet, I'd like to think that they would have Vessels playing from giant,
plant-like speakers when we arrived…
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The name Laboratory Noise hints that this sound be the sound of a band
experimenting and you'd probably be right in thinking that. What we hear in
'Hope Is A Waking Dream' is a band either in dizzy heights, or at least
attempting to reach them.
Opener in this EP/Demo/Noise-fest is 'Here, She Is Evergreen' which screams
out an influence of Doves and most probably, Snow Patrol. Were this produced
differently, it would sound like your average festival hit that grates on
the average musical saint who knows what's what. But instead, with misty
vocals and climaxing violins, you hear something quite beautiful.
As the EP continues, you question where the band want to be and where they
are going. At times they sound progressive ('Realisation') and obnoxious
('You Created A Storm') but they still attempt to keep that running theme of
atmospheric rock music.
In the end what we hear is a band nearly at the stage where they can
decidedly move on to bigger things, they've certainly wet my appetite for
future releases.

www.myspace.com/laboratorynoise
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Spilt Milk have come here to offer us something exciting for 2008.
They're influenced by modern day greats and are clearly fusing their
original sound with that of the likes of Modest Mouse and Neutral Milk
Hotel. This is the sound of a band going in the right direction. 'Frank'
doesn't need to name-check any influences though, all one needs to do is
listen and love. Simple indie-riffs play tag-team with a slower chorus that
dodge around with the listener's dancing feet. B-side 'Little Habits'
doesn't sound like a single but again dismisses the fact that 'b-side' means
inferior these days.
The hype surrounding the band has already reached a decent stage but it'll
triple several times before everybody that needs to, has heard of them. It's
no use crying over Spilt Milk, but it's worth shouting about.

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O Fracas are one of those precious, rare bands who seem almost incapable
of making music that isn't interesting and innovative. Little surprise then
that 'Factfinding' manages to combine a weirdly clunky bass riff with jazzy
interludes which don't seem an inch out of place. There's still a playful
exuberance to their music which is great to see as the band continue to
mature and progress. 'And So a Scratch' has a slightly more serious tone to
it with it's military stop-start rhythm being beautifully offset by the
twinkling keys. As if this wasn't enough experimentation already there's a
remix by hip hopsters Breaking the Illusion on the 10" too. It would be easy
to say this is their best EP yet if they weren't all so damn good.
www.myspace.com/ofracas
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Power punk with a social conscience has always got on
my tits somewhat. I think it’s Greenday’s fault – in my opinion Billie Joe
Armstrong is equally as much of an American Idiot as his nemesis George
Bush, which is a low opinion indeed. Needless to say, I was suspicious.
F451, quite clearly named in honour of Ray Bradbury’s
prophetic book-burning tale, seem to have split one long track into three
and added different titles just like Emerson, Lake and Palmer might do, and
as such this single is one long indistinguishable track. The idea is primary
ahead of both the lyrics and the tune, and the result is that while I admire
the sentiment, it hasn’t made me that bothered about being angry about it.
www.F451.org.uk
www.myspace.com/F451
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I’ve listened to this maybe five times and I can’t tell
you anything about it. I think it’s got some electronic squiggles on it and
a bit of guitar, but in the end, if it’s as unmemorable as I assume it is,
then I can’t in all good conscience recommend it to you. For a band in a
thrall to obsessive excitement, they’ve created a plodding hologram of a
track that’s about as much use as getting a shopping trolley in the
bollocks. 
www.myspace.com.mypassionmusic
Chris Stanley |
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There's a reason why some super-sharp indie disco bands with angular
Franz Ferdinand guitars don't infect ever NME reader's heart and
subsequently jump into the mainstream charts. Cazals' main turn off (other
then their unoriginality) can be put down to their front man's
distant, unconvincing voice. His huskiness works on the slow burning parts
of B-Side 'Both Sides' and when he eventually works his way to not singing
like an X Factor contestant you can start to appreciate some of Cazals
lyrics; "don't have any heroes, can't listen to God" (which are at best,
just above generic). With a couple of the bonus mixes more listenable it
seems like a wasted exercise when the source material doesn't live up to its
retro original. To cut a long... not worth your money.
Watch the video to 'To
Cut a Long Story Short'
www.cazals.co.uk
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'Run To Your Grave' has Kraftwerk synths built on to 80's drums, the
vocals reminiscent of Arcade Fire euphoria. it's quite similar to Los
Campesinos!, being quirky indie, arena humping rock. The first time I heard
this it was the best this I'd heard all month, then on came the B-Side.
A Joe Public tale of woe and misfortune spat all over a remix of 'Run To You
Grave'. A should be chart hit such as this sitting as some obscure B-Side is
a crime. It also over shadows track three from the band themselves. A short
two minute snippet of charity shop pop with the front mans tortured soul
sung over a ukele riff with the electronics kept to a minimum. A nice couple
of tracks from the actual band band, while the cat among the pigeons re hash
is a party track of the year ready to blow up into your ears during 2008.
watch the video to 'Run
to Your Grave'
Nick Burman |
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Having never heard the original it's hard to tell whether this cover was
worth it, although if it really was 'America's folk rock breakthrough' then
I'm guessing yes. Lead man Dave Human adds warm, lush vocals to what
otherwise is a cold, impersonal song. the piano loop is complemented by
patchy synths and the chorus will get planted in your head like a horse in
quicksand. Track two is an interesting piece of experimentalism. Washing
sounds crash over alien effects and schizophrenic lyrics. The problem with
this track though, as opposed to 'Horse With No Name' is, there's not much
to grasp onto, no soul in this electronic beast even though the lyrics speak
out politically and philosophically while the the whole concept could be
considered as unnecessary whining. This shouldn't stop you investing in the
collectable 10" as it's a curious couple of tracks to listen to. 
Nick Burman |
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Throwing up visions of warehouse parties from the mid nineties U&E mix
heavy bass with acid synths on opening track 'Mad Dogs'. Broad, big band
horns fight for room alongside dirty techno drum beats. 'Deep Pitch' is a
shoe gazing moment from the London duo, combining a heavy piano sample with
'shroom induced melodies sprouting around echoed vocals. This being a five
minute song on a two track single, it seems too much like wasted space and
self indulgence. If 'Deep Pitch' was shorter, or planted on an album it
would certainly shuffle towards the genius mark. At least with track one you
get your moneys worth. Turn U&E up loud, open your front door and you too
could recreate those warehouse parties in your own front room.
Nick Burman |
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Given Rihanna’s recent marathon
spell at the top of the charts, are we now to be deluged by umbrellas? Well,
it took me three listens to be sure that there wasn’t anything more to this
extremely bland bit of fluff than I first thought. Apparently, its creator’s
music has been “subverting the dancefloors of all the coolest parties”, but
how you would even begin dancing to this is a mystery. Like a Lemon Jelly
track with all the flavour sucked out.
www.myspace.com/kingshavelongarms
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The Kills - URA Fever
(Domino)
Beginning and ending with a dial
tone, The Kills slither back into the limelight with this two minute effort.
It’s a bit glam. It’s a bit industrial. It’s a bit underwhelming, to be
honest. The chorus goes “You are a fever/you are a fever/and you ain’t born
typical”, that much I remember, otherwise it’s nothing to get worked up
about. A band that puts image over substance, by the sound of things.
www.thekills.tv
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You don’t have to have a fringe, a Misfits t-shirt and
eyeliner to have lyrics evoking longing and how love, or desire for it, can
hurt. The bass on this song is tremendously deep. The dual man/woman vocals
are lovely. Stars are great, this is great. A lovely song that will either
make you hold the person you love closer or make you sigh wistful smiles
about people you’ve loved. You may or may not know, but I’m well down with
that kind of thing.
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The press release could not have put it better: "While its unashamedly
uplifting melodies won't please the chin-stroking sensibilities of some of
the old folks found in dance music's playground, it's the one that's doing
it for the kids." A bit like happy slapping, turkey twizzlers and teenage
pregnancy then. I like dance music, even if I don't get to hang out in its
playground very often. Maybe my elderly ears have lost their keen sense of
high frequencies after too many Who concerts in the 70s. Or maybe 'Anthem'
is just rotten generic club dance to fill compilation albums and dance
floors of alco-pop swigging 'kids'.
www.positiva.com
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It doesn't matter if you are a self confessed pop bitch, if you've got a
bass line to die for and some seriously serrated guitar chopping around
you'll probably do OK. Knives is a real beauty - short, snappy and perfectly
formed.
Kate's Kids has a slightly more 'sophisticated' feel about it with watery
guitars and a lot of claustrophobic high hat action but once again when the
guitars crash in they work perfectly against Chiara's deadpan vocals.
Enviably good.
www.thechiarals.co.uk
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Despite its sickly sweet ready for TV slickness there is an undeniable
quality to this set of three songs by Mark Timothy. There's at least a dozen
well used song writing tricks of trade used which make this a very
listenable if not that original. Good sales rep driving music though.
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