tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44323108675820187542024-03-19T02:55:17.585-07:00Review Time With TB.Reviews, previews, general comments and soapboxing from me.TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-21303800507372967902011-05-04T19:40:00.000-07:002011-05-04T19:46:47.989-07:00#90...<div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><strong>Refused - <em>The Shape of Punk to Come: A Chimerical Bombination in 12 Bursts</em></strong></span></i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><em style="line-height: 16px;"><br />
</em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzmjtFyPWnbGazKxj4ylp7hTNn75WR3iFkJhYfx30YhdD_KvtiabOnExzdtXfui-wWmM2ONh9goPdDqJl2iY3mFQVP0eDuyaKkwWy_amL7BFvMOTQlBPe18sqP_Zsdw_HliE_g77E3Ek/s1600/%252390+-+Refused+-+The+Shape+Of+Punk+To+Come.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzmjtFyPWnbGazKxj4ylp7hTNn75WR3iFkJhYfx30YhdD_KvtiabOnExzdtXfui-wWmM2ONh9goPdDqJl2iY3mFQVP0eDuyaKkwWy_amL7BFvMOTQlBPe18sqP_Zsdw_HliE_g77E3Ek/s320/%252390+-+Refused+-+The+Shape+Of+Punk+To+Come.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Six-and-a-half minutes into this album, and I'm already highly confused. Ok, I can deal with the feedback-strewn opening. I can deal with you throwing every available chord at me. I can deal with your tempo changes. I can deal with the fantastic drumming. But seriously, dropping '90's synthy-pop that the likes of Orbital or Underworld would be proud of? What? With a (possibly) Spanish man talking? You're having a laugh.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But I guess that's what <em>The Shape of Punk to Come</em> is all about. Arsing about with what was there and seeing whether it worked. And by God, does it. Whether intending to or not, Refused came along and shook up the order of punk every which way they desired, and changed the state of play for each and every act to follow. A double bass solo in the middle of "The Deadly Rhythm"..? A xylophone plinking along for a cheeky two-minute interlude-esque "Bruitist Pome #5"..? An acoustic album-closer with a thumping double bass accompanying it..? Why the fuck not? </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And the more I listen to this album, the more I feel that this album is built around that moment in the crush and the sweat of the crowd, when those between and betwixt those others betwixt and between think, "Oh no...they've quietened down...GET THE FUCK READY TO MOSH." And my oh my, that would be an experience. "Liberation Frequency", for example. The first 70 seconds are pure build-up to that moment when not only Messrs. Lyxzén, Sandström, Steen and Brännström go apeshit, but the entire crowd starting punching the rest of the entire crowd and probably themselves. In the face. Repeatedly.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This album has clearly given so much to musical genres ranging from alternative rock to thrash metal, and a vast amount of bands must have this stonker of a record to thank - to name a few: The Used, Anthrax, Sonic Boom Six, Paramore, Blink-182, and any other band that also featured on the first four Tony Hawk games - as well as notable bands from my youth: Lostprophets, Rage Against The Machine, Linkin Park, Green Day, and that other US three-piece I've thrown into the above. </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was most definitely a game-changer. One that made it okay for a rock/punk-rock/altern-rock/metal/thrash-metal/hardcore band to take a breather before, after and during a track. One that enticed and excited a more than over-excited crowd to really get down with the mosh, as it were. And one that made dozens of bands out there realise there was more to punk than two minutes, two chords and two half-arsed guitar riffs. </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Audacious, adventurous, experimental, and downright absurd, Refused managed to put together one of the finest punk albums of a generation, while throwing a curveball that countless musicians caught in one way or another.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key Tracks: </strong>"Liberation Frequency", "The Deadly Rhythm", "New Noise", "Bruitist Pome #5"</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Refused <span class=" fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline;">Are</span> Fucking Dead: </strong>My choice to underline that little word 'are' is because this statement - the name of a track from <em>The Shape of Punk to Come </em>- is true. So explosive and destructive was this record that it was the last the band made. Well, I say 'the band'; they never actually had a permanent bassist, sadly. Also, <em>Refused Are Fucking Dead</em> was the title of a documentary, filmed by the band's guitarist Kristofer Steen and released in 2006. Within it, the band are seen to explode during their US tour, so the irony in the title is evident. Well worth a watch too, kids.</span></div></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-33167047750968637192011-03-31T22:05:00.000-07:002011-03-31T22:05:29.240-07:00#91...<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">#91 - The Clash - <em>The Clash (US Version)</em></span></strong></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiapJaoh1NO0IUKW5Hzz9_Vzlo4HoDROBJC0cRhwp8t0Zpaqp-1-A9taBktVuQux1tUc0Tmkfse9vhCwDTpD8-TMta7dQt_sETZTmlii61x3ips7N2c_uxKMiaV7qeNAeEzRu7oumnlsuc/s1600/%252391+-+The+Clash+-+The+Clash+%2528US%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiapJaoh1NO0IUKW5Hzz9_Vzlo4HoDROBJC0cRhwp8t0Zpaqp-1-A9taBktVuQux1tUc0Tmkfse9vhCwDTpD8-TMta7dQt_sETZTmlii61x3ips7N2c_uxKMiaV7qeNAeEzRu7oumnlsuc/s320/%252391+-+The+Clash+-+The+Clash+%2528US%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At first listen, The Clash seem like The Sex Pistols' older, more eloquent brother, who's listened to what the little tike was moaning about, agreed, and decided to help him on his way. But this album is more than that. Most definitely not "radio-friendly", as CBS Records put it, this album feels like a statement from Strummer et al. And, considering it was recorded over only <strong>three weekends</strong>, costing <strong>only £4000</strong> to produce, the four lads should be bloody chuffed with the results.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Strummer's angry scratch of a voice rants over every track, already sticking out like the sore thumb it was always going to be. However, despite this, the lyrics are accomplished and meaningful. "Garageland" sees Strummer shout "We're a garage band/We come from Garageland", following up this sentiment with pointed lyrics in response to a poor review they got when performing in support of the Sex Pistols. The lyrical depth doesn't stop there either. "I'm So Bored With The U.S.A.", "Career Opportunities" and "Remote Control" contain clever lyrics about various socio-political problems within the UK at the time; well, the latter two do, the first is track about how American the UK is becoming. But through this, they immediately step out of the shadow of "the Pistols" - they're not just overtly ranting about a "fascist regime", or indeed comparing themselves to Satan. They're doing it with some tact. Even "(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais" from it's very title could be seen as a statement on race within London.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><em>The Clash</em> never at any point feels like overplayed single bass notes over two-chord patterns for 'variety'. However, "White Riot" - the first single off the album - was never going to help them get away from the public thinking this, as two chords and two words seem to get them through that (exact) two minutes. In fact, it makes you think that the days of two minute punk-songs are gone...<em>even though</em> seven of the fifteen tracks clock in at under 150 seconds. With that, there's more to The Clash than easy to listen, catchy tunes (something I wrongly thought was their staple) like "Should I Stay Or Should I Go?" and "London Calling"; songs you most associate with this motley rock crew. </span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There are layers here as well. Not only is there your standard drum, bass, guitar ensemble, but beneath it all, there's a piano here, handclaps there, another guitar here, the sound of a police siren there. Simplicity, but with an over-energetic pulse and a couple of pogoing legs.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The album has a backbone; a talent beneath the surface. There's an undeniable breadth of skill across all four boards. Instead of "Clash City Rockers" ending with a blast of guitar and crashing cymbals, the song filters out over a good minute of musical melody. It's like...I don't know, Razorlight's debut album. Songs ending with the band just, well, arsing about. Because they can. But unlike Razorlight, it's defined, original and doesn't contain fucking Johnny Borrell.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You can immediately see where bands like The Libertines, Arctic Monkeys, and much of the rest of that 2004-2006 attempted revival got their inspiration from, with scratchy guitars, rough-but-they-know-what-they're-doing solos, overdrive overused, and naive attempts at changing the country with music. But we all know that Strummer and his contemporaries did it first, and did it better. After all, not many people have an area at Glastonbury Festival named after them, do they?</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key Tracks: </strong>"I Fought The Law"; "Police & Thieves"; "White Riot"; "Janie Jones"</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>The Only Band That Matters: </strong>These are five words that were originally used as a slogan by the band's record label, CBS, to promote The Clash. And, due to their rebellious attitude, charmingly political lyrics and ability to experiment with the music they made, it was probably not far from the truth. Although, The Only Band That Mattered probably suits them better now.</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-47950895641717661212011-03-31T21:56:00.000-07:002011-03-31T21:57:36.582-07:00#92...<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">#92 - Pavement - <em>Slanted and Enchanted</em></span></strong></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivRlOFTmU1-5uDBPWQy2CAKjr3Q5RDYy_8PW73CqEDnHXbbTYY42yHnQVB2ccAuFFJCaLAFpWxrlEFwXEFxe0llvBKKp8o2ASQXRcuL7obgC-BUFNQStZA5voyQxlAMY3Loredp04-oeo/s1600/%252392+-+Pavement+-+Slanted+and+Enchanted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivRlOFTmU1-5uDBPWQy2CAKjr3Q5RDYy_8PW73CqEDnHXbbTYY42yHnQVB2ccAuFFJCaLAFpWxrlEFwXEFxe0llvBKKp8o2ASQXRcuL7obgC-BUFNQStZA5voyQxlAMY3Loredp04-oeo/s320/%252392+-+Pavement+-+Slanted+and+Enchanted.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, here's another band I'd heard of but not actually heard. I can see this is going to take place quite often.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Coming at a time when bands such as the Pixies had just about been and gone (but most certainly left their mark, like an Irish Wolfhound in a pack of chihuahuas), Pavement released this, their debut album. And clearly, they had their influences. The opening chords, lazy drum beat and lumbering bass remind me very much of the Pixies themselves, kinda like a slower "Debaser"; a more defunct "Monkey Gone To Heaven"; with an added lazy-ass more-talkative-than-singative voice Rivers Cuomo could sue for copyright infringement. </span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"In The Mouth Of A Desert" and "Loretta's Scars" are also, seemingly, a Pixies-esque humdrum of music. But I think I might be taking this comparison a little too far. Nevertheless, those two tracks contend for my favourite on the album along with opener "Summer Babe (Winter Version)".</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The hook in "No Life Singed Her", screamed by the lead singer - fucked if I or anyone else knows what he says - reminds me very much of Gorillaz's "Glitter Freeze", namely because of it's Mark E. Smith-ness in it's delivery. Unsurprisingly, considering Smith sued them for being a rip-off of The Fall. Similarly, on "Conduit For Sale!", a collection of words is listed off as a vocal, once directly over the rest of the band onomatopoeiaising shit up (2:04 - 2:11) is like Smith's relaxed but firm release of random statements on that track from <em>Plastic Beach.</em> But anyway, enough of cartoons.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Some of the tracks - namely "Zurich is Stained" and "Two States" - seem too short. The former track in particular, because it's one of the more relaxed songs that can be slipped onto repeat in order for it to be done justice. The latter, because it sounds like an American Clash slipping in a cheeky dig at the current socio-political affairs of the US. But hey, I'm conjecturing here. At the same time though, "Chelsey's Little Wrists" sounds itself like a filler, as if they wanted to slip on some form of noise for 76 seconds: a rag-tag mess of screaming, overdrive, poor drumming and what sounds like an oompa-loompa moshpit at the climax. </span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There's a certain sound that come from this band; uniquity isn't the word, because nowadays, nothing <em>is</em> unique. And doing some research, they weren't original. But everyone has their influence. I don't know...there's just something endearing to the music on <em>Slanted and Enchanted</em> - something surf-rock-ish, that I can't place; something that makes me want to re-listen, as I feel I will have to with quite a collection of albums throughout this saga.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They do know how to throw a little sentimentality into their tracks though, from time to time. For example, had I been a foppish-haired skater boi teen in the early nineties, I'm sure "Here" would have been my key cover song to make those like-minded girls weak at the knees. </span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key Tracks: </strong>"In The Mouth Of A Desert"; "Summer Babe (Winter Version)"; "Loretta's Scars"; "Two States"</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>How's That For Indie?:</strong> Rather than signing to a major label like many bands who started up in the late '80's had done, Pavement - for their entire career - remained on independent labels. Take that, EMI, Sony, et al. </span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-33800780492970193912011-03-31T21:45:00.000-07:002011-03-31T21:52:08.477-07:00#93...<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">#93: Parliament Funkadelic - <em>The Mothership Connection</em></span></strong></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Let me revoke my statement about Beck. He ain't no funk compared to the P-Funk, baaaaaby!* (...sorry.)</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Are they Parliament? Are they Funkadelic? Are they Parliament-Funkadelic? Do they have that hyphen? Who knows. Who cares? S'all good in the hood with 'the Mothership' around...* (A further apology.)</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The few lines that George Clinton speaks on "Mothership Connection (Star Child)" - 'Let me put my sunglasses on, I want to look cool..' to '..can you imagine doobie-ing your funk?' sound like they could have even inspired Axel Foley's character in "Beverly Hills Cop". </span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Overall, this album flows like one big funktastic piece, and only makes me want to download not only Parliament/Funkadelic/Parliament-Funkadelic's discography, but James Brown's, Stevie's, Duke Ellington's, and any other self-respecting classic funk-and-soul artist's. Simple, yet elegant, feel good music at it's best.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">However, the long, winding songs have stylistic elements of jazz within them, sprawling along for over five minutes, when the point could be hammered home by a punk-funk band in well under two minutes. Rilo Kiley, anyone? And even the multiple-voiced song-hooks - "If you hear any noise..." on "Mothership Connection" and "You could feel so much better..." from "Unfunky UFO" - sound like an older Jurassic 5 with a lack of rhythmical rhyme. So there's much influence being flaunted and flashed here. </span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Needless to say, George Clinton sums hisself and his sassy-ass band up perfectly on the opening track: "W-E-F-U-N-K...We Funk, baby." Yes, George. Yes, you do. I also don't think a band - or indeed, a reviewer - has ever said the word "funk" so many times in 200 words. But it's what this album makes you do.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* - this album makes me talk like this. It's too funky.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key Tracks:</strong> "Give Up The Funk (Tear The Roof Off The Sucker)"; "P-Funk (Who Wants To Get Funked Up)"; "Unfunky UFO"</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>What The Funk Does The 'P' Stand For?: </strong>Well, P-Funk could simply be a shortening of 'Parliament-Funkadelic'. After all, it is their name. But that doesn't really roll off the tongue. Other suggestions from various sources seem to include Plainfield - the hometown of the original line-up in good old New Jersey; Pure - contained within the liner notes of <em>Motor Booty Affair</em>; and Psychadelic - well, how else would you describe this music..?; but who really cares? Make my funk the P-Funk, I'd quite like to get funked up. If you don't mind.</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-19901991883884983622011-03-31T21:40:00.000-07:002011-03-31T22:00:40.605-07:00#94...<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Metallica - <em>Kill 'Em All</em></span></strong></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em><br />
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</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well. What an experience. The debut album from these metal gods really does pack a punch. Or several hundred.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They really went hell for leather on this, going out to prove what they could do with an axe and a double-bass pedal. Oh, and skill. They've got that in relatively huge abundance too. And I thorough knowledge of knowing how and when to change time signature. Because they do that bloody loads.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Paving the way for thrash metal in America, by fusing speed metal with inspiration from British heavy metal bands such as Iron Maiden, <em>Kill 'Em All</em> has been incredibly influential as an album itself, not to mention how inspirational Metallica are regarded themselves. Proof of this can be seen by the fact that nearly every track on this album has been covered by a different band: "Hit The Lights" has been covered by Black Tide; "Motorbreath was covered by two bands, D.O.A. and Anacrusis; "No Remorse" copied by Cannibal Corpse; the list goes on. Understandably so - inspiration is like a disease. A nice disease, that spreads and mutates into new music.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I can't say this was a pleasurable experience for me, to be honest. But, it's part of the list, so it had to be listened to. Strangely enough, the more you listen, the easier it becomes on the ears. And the patience.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key Tracks:</strong> "The Four Horsemen"; "Whiplash"; "Seek & Destroy"; "Anaesthesia (Pulling Teeth)"</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>The Farewell to Dave Mustaine: </strong>The original lead guitarist in Metallica - Dave Mustaine (funnily enough) - was not exactly an asset to the band, due to his alcohol and drug problems, and his many disagreements with Ron McGovney, the bassist. Once McGovney left, Ulrich and Hetfield felt it only right to rid themselves of Mustaine too, employing Cliff Burton and Kirk Hammett into the mix, and forming that iconic foursome that have wowed their audience ever since. Despite their disagreements, Mustaine was still credited with co-writing on four of the tracks on <em>Kill 'Em All</em>. And in fairness, he went off to form Megadeth and take a hefty wedge of moolah himself. Every cloud.</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-60593221751374989352011-03-31T21:36:00.000-07:002011-03-31T22:01:16.473-07:00#95...<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pink Floyd - <em>Wish You Were Here</em></span></strong></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em><br />
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</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Only Pink Floyd, with all the pomp of Withnail and the audacity of an aloof Frenchman, could release a two-part nine-part song on this, a 45-minute long album with five songs. And in "Shine On You Crazy Diamond", we have one of 'the Floyd's' seminal works, one that may be cut down and adapted for shows (Er...why?), but on this album, is just beautiful. The simple introduction of four notes at the end of the third minute send chills up your spine, before the drums come in and one of the most relaxing little guitar solos pops along for the listener's delectation. Oh, yeah, then a saxophone solo; as you do.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Welcome To The Machine" and "Have A Cigar" both have similar themes, involving the band's dislike at the very idea of "the Machine", which is ultimately, the music industry. Crazy-mad synth on "Welcome.." adds to the band's experimental ideas, with more regularity ensuing throughout the third track.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But my favourite track, without doubt, is "Wish You Were Here". Everything about this song - the simulated radio knob-twiddling at the start; the opening riff, expanding onto two guitars to increase the depth, the melody, the sweetness, of what Gilmour et al were creating; the first words Gilmour himself speaks ("...so you think you can tell..."); simply everything about it has made "Wish You Were Here", without doubt, an absolute stand-out song so far on this musical journey I appear to have burdened myself with. But this song makes it all worth it; my first Favourite Song of 2011.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With Pink Floyd, one feels that the only way to truly appreciate these songs is to go back to them again and again, picking apart each individual instrument, each vocal piece, each tiny seemingly insignificant part, and not so much analysing it, but appreciating it fully; celebrating a dynamic of music that will probably never be brought to the fore again. Or at least, in not such a ground-breaking way.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key Tracks: </strong>All of them. Why not? There's only five. Or four, depending on how you look at it. Or twelve, if you want to be picky. But still, all of them.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>The Crazy Diamond In Question: </strong>It has been said that "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" - and partly, "Wish You Were Here" are direct tributes to the band's former singer-songwriter and guitar, Syd Barratt, and his drug-induced mental breakdown. But even stranger was an event that occurred on 5th June 1975. Whilst the band worked on their final mix of "Shine On...", an large shaven-headed man entered the recording suite, much to everyone's surprise. At first, noone knew who it was, but were horrified to realise it was Barratt himself, but dramatically changed. Waters and Gilmour were deeply affected by this visit, but especially Waters, who was completely overcome with tears at how much his old bandmate had changed. After that day, they didn't see him until his death in 2006.</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-78556657458573362452011-03-26T11:59:00.000-07:002011-03-31T21:58:26.404-07:00#96...<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u>Beck - <em>Midnite Vultures</em></u></span></strong></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u><em><br />
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</u></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Listening to this album makes me think, "Of course! <strong>Beck </strong>is actually the brain behind Flight of the Conchords!" He even sounds like Jermaine on "Peaches & Cream", and don't even get me started on "Debra", which has never been a more direct inspiration for the shepherds-turned-musicians' classic, "Jenny".</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And with that, 'crimping' - Messrs. Barratt and Fielding's (apparently) original way of yarning a verse or four - also seems <em>so </em>ten years ago when you plug in and entertain your lugs with "Nicotine & Gravy", "Hollywood Freaks", and "Milk & Honey". It seems the man loves an ampersand too.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But seriously. The man has about as much funk in this album as the late, great James Brown..okay, so maybe that has overstepped the mark, but I first listened to this album on my laptop speakers, and I thought that it was good. But you plug those headphones in, and my God, does that bassline stick out like the thumb of an Ent who's bad at hammer work.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key Tracks:</strong> "Sexx Laws"; "Hollywood Freaks"; "Milk & Honey"; "Debra"</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Goofy Piety And Ambiguous Intent: </strong>Pitchfork's review of <em>Midnite Vultures</em> contained this phrase, applauding his ability to mix Prince, Talking Heads, Paul's Boutique, 'Shake Your Bon-Bon' and Mathlete. It's just a shame he couldn't keep up the funktastic fun of this album on his next offering, <em>Sea Change</em>. But hey, man's gotta move with the times. Even though he's from every time as well as no time at all on #96.</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-1835939150050303552011-03-26T11:57:00.000-07:002011-03-31T21:46:30.070-07:00#97...<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Elliott Smith - </span></u></span></strong><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><em>Either/Or</em></span></u></span></strong></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><em><br />
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</u></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The fragility of this man's voice on opener "Speed Trials" makes me immediately want to see him live, rasping and whispering the vocals, holding the note on the eponymous lyric so well for a man that sounds like he's hiding under his bed from the big bad wolf as he records. But seeing him live won't happen. The despair and sadness that is evident throughout the album, along with depression, drugs, booze and all of the above's respective descending spirals took him instead.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This, Smith's third of five (or six, if you're counted for releasing something when you're dead) albums, is a triumph. The aforementioned 'softly softly' approach with his voice appears to grow in strength throughout the thirteen songs, particularly on "No Name No. 5" and "Angeles". And "Rose Parade", for all the lethargy in his voice, is quite a little treat too. Another highlight for me is "Cupid's Trick", where the listener is given an electric break and repetitive solo notes that even The Edge would be proud of.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Simplistic drums added purely for a depth to the songs, along with Smith's elegant use of folky guitar and that unforgettable voice - somewhere between Iron & Wine's Sam Beam and Bright Eyes' Conor Oberst - <em>Either/Or</em> is a testament to a drug-addled, alcohol-fuelled depression. RIP, Mr. Smith.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key Tracks: </strong>"Speed Trials"; "Rose Parade"; "2:45AM"; "Angeles"; "Cupid's Trick"</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Either/Or: A Fragment of Life: </strong>Smith named the album after a book by the same name, written by </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Søren Kierkegaard, a Danish philosopher. In this book, Kierkegaard speaks of two life views: one ethical, and one aesthetic; Elliott Smith was concerned with the struggle between the two. An apt title, some might say.</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-45120441146820147422011-03-26T11:10:00.000-07:002011-03-31T22:01:53.571-07:00#98...<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u>Led Zeppelin - <em>Physical Graffiti</em></u></span></strong></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7p6mltZEoGNrlwXUntLSCGVqcT4hoDxMtt9rC48dIrwWzndgARbKcgcwm2J1q-p4nvl_O42JqZ5glYcpP12cujd9ypGW5GcyP9SwPMKFA1lJIwrUfSNlZBLf19-JlpAZvEWUw9jfpwK4/s1600/%252398+-+Led+Zeppelin+-+Physical+Graffiti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7p6mltZEoGNrlwXUntLSCGVqcT4hoDxMtt9rC48dIrwWzndgARbKcgcwm2J1q-p4nvl_O42JqZ5glYcpP12cujd9ypGW5GcyP9SwPMKFA1lJIwrUfSNlZBLf19-JlpAZvEWUw9jfpwK4/s320/%252398+-+Led+Zeppelin+-+Physical+Graffiti.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well. What can be said about "the Led" that hasn't already been said thousands of times? Best Rock and Roll band of All Time? Probably. And even if it's not true, it's been said enough so that any 21st Century boy (or girl) who even utters the words, "Who are Led Zeppelin?" gets a slap on the wrists and their heads clamped into a battered pair of Sennheisers with <em>Led Zeppelin IV</em> on repeat, until they know every intonation of the guitar solo from "Stairway to Heaven".</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But, I digress. We speak today of <em>Physical Graffiti</em>. And, although not the best album the band released - we're only at #98, for God's sake, and I'm even surprised it's been put so low - it is indeed an album so full of ideas, experimentation and downright indulgence that it's hard not to leave on repeat itself, until you're familiar with every noise Jimmy Page got out of that sexy axe of his. Especially on "The Rover", where you can practically taste the guitar solo. Or should that be solos?</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But my highlight, I feel is "In The Light". With it's 90-second build-up - and middle break of similar musical calibre - it is unlike anything I've really heard them do before. There's the subsequent breakdown into familiarity though, as Plant's sustained vocal breaks the surface and the rest of the foursome follow suit. Page's layered delay solos that begin in the middle of the album's third epic just force you to go back and listen to it all again. Definitely a song I can go back too umpteen times and just take apart piece by piece. And I haven't even mentioned that well-known behemoth "Kashmir", partly because it speaks for itself. All eight minutes and twenty-four seconds of itself.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So. Although it isn't their best - because it isn't - there's more than enough musical talent and change in style here to showcase everything fantastic about Led Zeppelin.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key Tracks: </strong>"In The Light"; "Kashmir"; "The Rover"; "In My Time of Dying"</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Better to Stretch Out Than to Leave Off: </strong>Originally intended to just be an single album, the band had put so much into the first eight recorded tracks that even they were longer than the required 40 or so minutes. So they took the opportunity to whack out some tunes that otherwise wouldn't have made it. Strangely enough though, it still feels like it runs through in one 'smooth variation'.</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-55636286961480016912011-03-26T11:02:00.000-07:002011-03-27T20:24:25.896-07:00#99...<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u>Talking Heads - <em>Fear of Music</em></u></span></strong></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u><em><br />
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</u></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Equal parts influence and influential, Talking Heads for me manage to throw out many clear lines of 'that sounds like...' for fun. David Byrne's voice itself acts as an additional instrument for many of the songs, from his dulcet tones on the start of "Memories Can't Wait" to his shouty shouty phase on "Animals", adding to the layers and layers of staccato guitar in most, if not every, track. </span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Off-rhythm guitaring, a cheeky bit of synth here and there, and the overall experimental sound of the record show how and why bands like Interpol, Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Modest Mouse cropped up out of the ether. </span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Air" and "Electric Guitar" are tracks that wouldn't go amiss in the "Classics" room of the old Birmingham faithful, Snobs, on a Wednesday - boys in jeans too tight and polos too done up dancing like their fathers - with "Heaven" as a drunken sway-about song that the rather hirsute DJ would probably play before "She's Lost Control" at 2.45am.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key Tracks: </strong>"Paper"; "Memories Can't Wait"; "Air"; "Animals"</span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>This Ain't No Party, This Ain't No Disco:</strong> We thank Byrne's lyrics himself for this line, from "Life During Wartime"; fittingly ironic for a post-punk band to have this line on an album where they were actively hoping to whip out their disco. But probably less Graeme Swann's 'Sprinkler', more Ian Curtis' 'Fit' dancing.</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-89719842887634378432011-03-26T10:29:00.000-07:002011-03-31T21:59:55.625-07:00#100...<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u>Kanye West - <em>The College Dropout</em></u></span></strong></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><br />
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</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, what can be said about this man? The mentalist. "The C from the CRS" has sorted himself out now after a pretty crazy year - it won't make this list but <em>My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy</em> is a cracker.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But lest we forget, he started off with a 'cracker' too. Kicking off with one of many (too many?) skits,<em>The College Dropout</em> arguably shifted the "gangstaaaaa" persona off of rap music altogether - more humanity, less "guns 'n' bitches" - redefining the genre and opening it up for more acts to follow. And each single released from the album just built up the hype around Mr West. Maybe a little too much.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">However, West's flow, rhyme and diversity in sample use told us all that he was here to stay.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Key tracks:</strong> "Jesus Walks"; "Slow Jamz"; "Through The Wire"; "All Falls Down"</span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><strong>Final Thought:</strong> Although long, "Last Call" is a clever way of letting all of us know how he got to where he was then - endless thanks to the jiggaman himself, Jay-Z, for believing in the young pretender. And it's a perfect way to teach all those bairns out there that if you try hard enough, and believe in yourself, you can achieve anything.</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-69976141477493648932011-03-25T15:55:00.000-07:002011-03-27T20:00:24.876-07:00Consequence of Sound's Top 100 Albums of All Time.<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I think of myself as quite musically diverse now and then - and then I talk to certain people and see conversations on lovely FaceBook, only to find I'm wrong. Drastically wrong. Quite embarrassingly drastically wrong.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, in order to further broaden these musical horizons - and get some more useless knowledge and trivia into this already nearly full-to-the-brim mind - I've decided that I'm going to listen to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://consequenceofsound.net/2010/09/consequence-of-sounds-top-100-albums-ever/">Consequence of Sound's Top 100 Albums of All Time</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">, and document my opinion of each album. I chose this particular list because it's not Q ("Hi, we love Radiohead. And Kings of Leon. A little bit too much."), Rolling Stone ("We're good at changing our opinion every ten years.") or NME ("We're good at changing our opinion every week."). Nice and varied, is this list. And it was made in September of 2010, so it's relatively up to date. Just in case you want to argue/disagree/laugh/cry/have a gander. Or even join me on this journey.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've already started with #100, which is Kanye West's 2004 debut album, "The College Dropout". And after a few other albums, your first article will be written very soon.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But anyway, I hope you enjoy, and feel free to throw in your tuppence hither and thither.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">TB</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432310867582018754.post-80720588769144286132011-03-25T15:12:00.000-07:002011-03-25T15:23:02.362-07:00...and so it begins.<span class="Apple-style-span" >This is, by no means, my way of telling the world I'm some sort of reviewing God. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Because I'm not.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I am just a big ol' music fan. And I think it's high time I got some stuff written down before - dramatic - <i>it's too late. </i>So. Enjoy if you want, or not. An opinion is an opinion.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >They won't be new albums necessarily; they (most probably) won't be bloody Top 40 - chart and cheese may be a guilty-pleasure-forte, but I can't be looking too uncool; and they won't all be reviews. It'll just be TB, on his soapbox, for good or bad.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Enjoy.</span></div>TBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15947995394179209277noreply@blogger.com0