NOT REVIEWING RECORDS PROPERLY SINCE 1877
ASTPAI / CODES / CURXES / EMILY CAPELL / FALSE-HEADS / HYPERBUBBLE / TANKUS THE HENGE / THE SADDEST LANDSCAPE / THE SEA KINGS / VOMITFACE
WHEN THE SINNERS GO SLOUCHING IN
JESUS CHRIST REPORTS IN PERSON, JUST FOR YOU
When you read the words 'New Orleans based" you might think there's some jazz, or some jazzed up blues, or some traditional jazz about to come rolling down the jazz pipe that is New Orleans and you'd be correct, at least 99.9999% of the time. The ouch and the crunch with this record is that it's made by Generationals and they don't do no trad'. However, they really do have the blues. We've been sampling the new "Alix" album and even cloth-eared cretins like our unlovely selves can spot the pure Mowtown lament that infects and informs the dead-eyed soul lament of "Gold Silver Diamond". You can click on the sound-cloudy thing we put up, top right, and hear for yourself how Marc Almond trapped Freda Payne in a loveless marriage of inconvenience, So do that, then.
Mama Told You Not To Come
Okay kids, this one runs on rails that are older than your Joy Division bubble gum. The facts are plainly and annoyingly these; A young person from Brighton has made a good record, release, digital shit storm and all of that and all of that is called "I Speak Words" and all of "I Speak Words" is something that drags Shirley Bassey, amazed, horrified, but delighted through some industrial sound splashes that fail to subdue a piano that strains like a Kraken on an electric fence. If this is anything, it is a Bond theme for the post modern, post tosspot, post Hoxton, post hype, post cool and very much past the influence of any scribbling word-jockey. Fable is as Fable does and Fable does good.
The Rentals. It's like early Roxy Music
sneering at The Cars while Creeper Lagoon
have already decided to murder the fuck out of
all of them. So, it's obviously something that
people who are hip enough to have one foot in
the seventies, the other foot in the nineties
and the other, other foot trying to put down
sometime in the present are going to be very
keen on. We are led to believe all manner of
things, but in respect of this noise, we are
assured by nothing less than a press release
that members of The Black Keys, Lucius,
Osma and The Section Quartet were involved.
So, that's all your cheerily modern references
taken into account, but it's still a fucking good
track and can be accessed by clicking this, or
this. Roxy Music are available in the past, The
Cars used drum machines a little too much
and Creeper Lagoon did "Dear Deadly". You'll
also notice that a lovely band called Anal
Cunts released music as well and we popped
their video in because The Rentals don't allow
the use of their 'official' videos in this country.
ALSO AVAILABLE IN THE PAST
TYPHUS OPTION BLEEDS FREELY
HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE AND HATE A LITTLE BIT MORE
In the land of Britainshire, there is a dreadful expression, "Musn't grumble" say the stoic Brits when popping out for tea, sheltered from a rain of doodlebugs by nothing more than an umbrella of good manners. It's a simple matter for simple folk to conflate and deliberately confuse the real word 'grumble' and the made up, band name word, The Gromble. If you're going to grumble, you're going to be doing nothing more than having a modest mumble about appalling suffering. The beat combo known as The Gromble just do things that are hideously familiar, like... Slur and slouch a way through something that's obviously meant to be anthemic, but is soooo much worse than the olde Blobbie Williams that it imitates so badly.
WHAT SGT PEPPER DID NEXT
Horror-Pop Swoon Loves This
This came in an email of few words, but two of them were 'horror-pop', so you can see why we opened it immediately and that was a very good move indeed. This is one of those tracks, much like the late
Beatles stuff that it echoes, meaning that "La Grande Paura" is a very grand drifting twang of psyche trippery with unspeakable things hiding in the shadows of the mix. It is a very accomplished and very lovely thing and Elxicanoband, whoever they are, have pulled off the very tricky trick of acknowledging the past and stealing it's shirt.
Now, go check out the video as well...