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February 21, 2009 1

Anvil – the movie

By in Movie Reviews, Musical Murmurings

It looks like 2009 is set to spoil us with great films. Anvil follows the story of two friends both in their 50s: Steve ‘Lips’ Kudlow (guitar and vocals) and the eerily named ‘Robb Reiner’ (drums) in their ceaseless quest for their band Anvil to earn the heavy metal glory they believe they so richly deserve. Having had a taste of the big time in the ’80s when Anvil toured with bands like Bon Jovi and The Scorpions, fans expected the band to break like similar heavy rock acts did at the time, but Anvil just never did. It’s a similar tale to that of Anton Newcombe’s Brian Jonestown Massacre as covered in the film target=”_blank”>Dig; only with spandex-clad, bondage-garbed Dulux dogs of men in place of smack-addled, coat-stand thin, ’60s inspired stoners.

Now, just because it’s about a heavy metal band, it doesn’t mean that you have to like or even understand the genre to watch this film. The same principles that drive and crush the band apply across any sphere. It’s about following and living ‘the dream’. Yes, all very quixotic and hippy-esque stuff – but if you thought that a film like (the heavily overhyped) Slumdog Millionaire was “feel-good”, Anvil is going to make your heart throw up.

The plot of the film so closely mirrors classic rockumentary target=”_blank”>This is Spinal Tap, I spent the first 20 minutes wondering if Anvil was, in fact, real. It doesn’t take much longer than that, however, to understand that it is. Much like Mickey Rourke’s Wrestler, all band members work day jobs. Kudlow works as a driver for a caterer and it’s uncanny to see him handling food with a hair net on much like Randy “The Ram” does in between wrestling bouts. Reiner seems to be in some sort of construction industry, but I only infer that as I recall seeing him using a drill half his size to break  a stack of bricks apart. Maybe he’s an architect. I doubt it.

In tracking down British producer Chris Tsangarides to record their 13th album, 13 (I was going to say you couldn’t make it up – but Guest et al already did) – the band ‘self-finance’ their ‘best sounding’ recording with £13,000 of Kudlow’s sister’s money. Failing to secure a major label deal means the band have to self-release the album. yielding spectacular results.

Directed by long-time fan and one-time Anvil roadie, Sacha Gervasi, this is a compelling portrait of a life on the outskirts of stardom. Of course, it is filled with all the drama and sadness you would expect from being in a band, but the sheer passion of Kudlow in particular is enough to affect even the stoniest of hearts. With the band working on their 14th album, Anvil is a beautiful testament to friendship and a plaitive paean to music – one that is turned to all the way to 11.

Anvil play the Download festival later this year, and you can even buy Anvil’s latest album to help Lips recoup his sister’s cash here.

11/10

February 18, 2009 2

Lock up your TV, the Brits are coming.

By in Musical Murmurings

Ah, the Brit awards. That bastion of musical knowledge has finally rolled round once again. I remember lapping up the awards when I was 14 or so. I was round at a friend’s house – we were playing Bloodwych on his Amiga – and he had the Brits double album of the year (on tape) playing. 

Like every other year – it’s awful stuff on display. It’s the kind of moronic theatre on a world stage that is surely detested by the rest of the world. I mean, does anyone actually care about these awards? Do they have any prestige whatsoever? Surely, this ‘British’ equivalent of the Grammys is just an excuse to rake in some cash, see Kylie’s arse and for good artists to not show up.

The best British male awards includes Mike Skinner, Ian BrownJames Morrison (?) and Paul Weller. Who lines this stuff up? Is it the public? It’s only Weller who’s released anything half-decent recently - and he should’ve stopped when The Jam ended.  He should ditch the haircut and retire immediately. Maybe I’ll start a facebook campaign.

Good grief...

Good grief...

Radiohead should win the best band award – In Rainbows is possibly the best thing they’ve ever done. They’re pretty much the only UK band in the world who keep moving forward, musically. I reckon Elbow or *shudder* Coldplay will win. Coldplay, because they sold the most albums last year, and Elbow for that huge riff on Grounds for Divorce.  I love it that Girls Aloud and Take That are even in the same category – it’s a mockery of an award.

Best UK band?

Best UK band?

Best International Male is an interesting category Jay-Z, Kanye, Beck, Neil Diamond and Seasick Steve. Seasick Steve, who was hideously (and quite incorrectly) lambasted by a certain NME journo  late last year, would be an interesting win. He’s as much an outsider as Neil Diamond. The BBC Seasick documentary  ‘Bringing it all back home’ was excellent in terms of its breadth, delivery and content.

The Scientologist Beck won’t win – leaving one of the big hip-hop hitters who’ve both collaborated with UK artists. Did you see target=”_blank”>Jay-Z chumming it up with Coldplay at the Grammys? The lovely and unique Beth Rowley should win best Female but it will probably be Estelle in light of American Boy.

All in all, my feelings towards the Brits (and awards ceremonies in general) have changed as I’ve aged. BAFTA, Oscars, Grammy, MOBO and the plethora of other self-flagellating excuses for congratulating ‘artists’ make me want to pick up my TV, barge my way into the ceremony and smash it down on every winner’s head as they come to collect their bloody trophy.

Art created by artists is for appreciation – not for simple tokenistic trinkets and plaudits to stick on CD cases to shift more units. Sadly, that’s all these awards truly represent.

Seasick doing what he does best

Seasick doing what he does best