martes, 7 de abril de 2009

Forget Me Not

A few years ago I started reading Iris Murdoch’s the Sea the Sea, and put it down 40 minutes later cause it was boring as all hell. From what I remembered the protagonist was some old woman who was dying and lived in a lighthouse. Or maybe I’m getting it mixed up with another book by another woman writer who I haven’t read all the way through. Anyway, this week I picked up The Sandcastle, which does what indie bands do, which is choose a title for a record based on one conciet that occurs about a third of the way through. The more I think about it the more I hate it when people do that. It smacks of deliberatley trying to find a title and meaning for your product, which is ok in itself, but then when they sort of deliberatley obscure it seems smug somehow.

There’s a band from the UK called Gentle Friendly who I liked when I saw them supporting Ponytail (who I didn’t like) and listening to their tape (which I cant even remeber the title of) I like more and more, despite them having the worst band name since the Artic Monkeys. Actually Gentle friendly is better than The Artic Monkeys but only just.

There’s nothing particularly secretive about what GF do. It’s a casio, a loopstation, a couple of mics, a delay and a distortion pedal,and live, a drum kit. And it sounds like that. It’s lo-fi that takes the end result seriously but not the process. I wish more bands went about composing the same way.

The sandcastle great for the first third, but I’m still waiting for some great psycho-social revelation about 1950’s england. So far, all we’ve had is adultery and cricket.

lunes, 6 de abril de 2009

Hyperbole

Ohhhh shit Kingdom just reclaimed the word ‘banger’.

Mindreader is the dance track that is always secretly in yr head when you go to all those trendy DJ nights to see someone like Aeroplane and make all the wrong drinks choices, and don’t really dance and neglect to take it any further than a shy look at the only girl in the place you half fancied.
It’s 1991 ibza and 1996 Mampi Swift and 2001 Ciara and 2007 Crystal Castles, and it’s huge like a blue whale or the sky, or GDP of Luxembourg..

What the fuck is going on at Acephale? After putting the sound of a guilty coked up
wank over yr flatmates girlfriend on tape with SALEM, and changing one o clock in the morning forever with CFCF they go and hand the rest of the summer to you on a fucking plate. Or rather on one of 500 limited edition vinyls that you can only get at like 4 recod shops in the whole world. I’ve never met these guys but I imagine it’s like shaking hands with a Van de Graf Generator.

No you can't hear it.