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October 30, 2009 0

Madness – The Liberty Of Norton Folgate

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‘Thus from a mixture of all kinds began,
That het’rogeneous thing, an Englishman’

Daniel Defoe, The True Born Englishman, 1701

“Cause you’re a part of everything you see,
Yes, you’re a part of everything you see.”

Suggs, The Liberty Of Norton Folgate, 2009

Listening to curmudgeonly, London-based muso types baulking at the state of the capital gets tiresome. It’s tough living anywhere in 2009, but must we constantly focus on the plight of our beloved London even in our leisure time? Where have all the good times gone?

Now nine albums in, it seems somewhat ironic that it’s London sons, Madness, who are managing to skip over grime littered streets, dancing to the city’s rhythmic heartbeat.  It’s been 30 years since ‘One Step Beyond’, time enough for the band to conceive of, and deliver, a concept album of magisterial quality. Introductory liner notes to ‘The Liberty Of Norton Folgate’ (TLONF) as written by lead singer, Suggs, cite London’s deep history as the ebullient stimulus for the album and, as he acknowledges, no one man could ever understand the whole of London. Having been home to various transient migrant groups that include French, Irish, Jewish, Bangladeshi and Somali, TLONF centres on the development of Spitalfields in East London.

And so to ‘We Are London’ which draws back the curtains to reveal Madness’ magical world. Filled with references to some of London’s most iconic locations, their swinging pop is infectious. “You can make it your own hell or heaven / Live as you please / Can we make it, if we all live together / As one big family” may seem trite to some, but the anchoring chant “We are London,” carries with it a weight heavy enough to offset any overtly sugary sentiment.

Comprised of 15 songs, TLONF is a long and rich record that has been warmly captured by original Madness producers Clive Langer and Alan Winstanley. That some of the recording sessions also took place in Liam Watson’s vintage ‘Toe Rag Studios’ further attests to the quality of audio rendered. Sitting alongside the horn arrangements is an uplifting string ensemble that add the necessary glitter; particularly to the quasi-exotic feel of ‘On The Town’ and the watery nostalgia of ‘NW5′.

The Specials, Lily Allen, Amy Winehouse and Kid British have all lined up to plunder ska’s lineage in order to service a bank balance. Anyone expecting a full-on nutty ride to skaville should take their ticket back to the booth for an immediate refund, as this adult Madness provide scant opportunities to skank. The traditional dub of ‘Forever Young’ lies next to the shining reggae of ‘Dust Devil’ which provides groovers ample opportunity to get their jeggae together. Madness naturally infuse songs with dub basslines and offbeat piano stabs, so there’s not even the vaguest hint that Madness are in danger of severing their roots (and, anyway, many of Madness’ best loved songs aren’t even ska.)

The album’s masterpiece, ‘The Liberty Of Norton Folgate’, is a 10 minute operetta that basks in diversity and a heady love of music hall. Jaunting along the length of the Thames, it eloquently finishes off this complex album that surpasses every Madness album to date. Welcome it and, moreover, be part of it.

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October 29, 2009 0

Hudson Mohawke – Butter

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Sometimes, it’s important to know when you’ve failed; to acknowledge that no single person can dampen the inevitable tide of public opinion alone. When it comes to the ’80s revival, such is the situation. Not only are the fey, indie boys and girls suiting up in the most outrageous fashion clashes, they’re regurgitating the narcissistic thoughts that plagued the decade in a less interesting manner. And as for electronica, the genre is ramping up the stakes by creating lurid landscapes that parody the most kitsch elements of that cocaine-flecked, paranoid period.

Well, at least that’s what Warp signing, Hudson Mohawke, has done on his debut outing for the eclectic label. Watching the youthful exuberance the 15-year-old  HudMo displayed on two turntables as UK DMC Finalist, DJ Itchy, it’s possible to see his affinity for combining the quirkier elements of the genre, even though he mashes them into a somewhat confused set.

Nevertheless, should anyone have a true understanding of hip-hop, it’s the turntablist: cutting and looping beats for MCs was all in the game for the traditional DJ, but turntablists took the art to the next level, deconstructing sampled beats with flair and dynamic incredulity.

That’s not to say every DJ a good beatmaker makes, but it does give credence to the argument that Butter is a temporally schizoid listen. Where fellow Warpee, Bibio, battles to include vintage sounds from the ’60s and ’70s, HudMo is happiest when re-imagining the classic ’80s sounds that, no doubt, influenced his hip-hop education.

Utterly committed to the groove which is fundamental to the longevity of a hip-hop track, it’s fair to say that HudMo has woven elements of legendary hip-hop producer Dilla into Butter’s tapestry. To single out tracks that demonstrate this point is facile; rather like picking a ship out of the armada that’s bearing down on a dinghy in the middle of the Atlantic.

Some listeners may be looking for big, commercial tracks on Butter. Well, there are a handful of those: ‘Joy Fantastic’, ‘Rising 5′, ‘FUSE’ and even Damfunk, man of the moment, gets a look-in on the futuristic Rn’B smash ‘Tell Me What You Want From Me’. But it’s on the less accessible numbers where the greatest rewards are found. When HudMo expels the geeky energy spent on beat-juggling to production, as he does on the cut-up ‘Fruit Touch’, ‘Allhot’ or ’3.30′, the results are frequently impressive, prospectively hinting at one of HudMo’s signature flourishes.

Albeit of a different era, the re-pitching of vocals (from 33rpm to 45rpm) that hip-hop embraced earlier this decade (Hi, M.O.P.) is another of the album’s acknowledgements to the genre that shapes its sound. Unlike FlyLo, HudMo has completely bypassed the entire recorded output of ’90s hip-hop, and applied the production techniques of the 2000s to the sounds of the ’80s and come up smelling like Axel Foley on assignment at a dairy yard.

Butter is, of course, one of the most essential releases of 2009; another record that puts the UK at the forefront of electronica. It demonstrates an intuition for the art it so successfully emulates that it’s almost OK to see the kids in those ridiculous dayglo outfits. Almost.

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October 28, 2009 2

Shakira – She Wolf

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“There’s a she wolf in your closet, open up and set her free!” Did you hear that sisters? Ladies, you should be listening, because this must be the proclamation you’ve been waiting for. “Let the she wolf out, and let her breathe,” and the soundtrack to that, er, transformation is disco-funk saddled with badly played guitars. And then maybe later, as the Colombian poppet wails on ‘Mon Amour’, you should get pregnant. Though, maybe not to Matt Damon as, according to the guitar-led ‘Men In This Town’, he’s run off with all the other men because they heard Shakira was coming around… Perhaps you, dear reader, couldn’t make it up; but this booty-shaking, joint-popping, Latino Aguilera-Lavigne-Spears clone certainly can. IN SPADES.

The mixture of electronic and guitar-oriented songs that dominate the album all bear the same, flat quality, and potential singles are spruced up with Arabic melodies that meander meaninglessly in-and-out to lend the tracks an insincere  ethnic air. It really is awful, patronising trash and, frankly, you’d be foolish to disagree.

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October 26, 2009 0

Them Crooked Vultures – New Fang

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Was it worth the wait? The hype?

I say not.

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October 26, 2009 0

Jaga Jazzist – One-Armed Bandit

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Jaga Jazzist – One-Armed Bandit by Ninja Tune

Nice bit of ’70s TV kitsch from these groovehounds, and it’s yours in exchange for an email address!

Just go here now.

http://www.myspace.com/jagajazzist for more.

New album out January 2010.

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October 22, 2009 0

The Heavy – The House That Dirt Built

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It’s OK to diversify. It’s all right to have choice. As adult individuals, we can have almost anything we want. When it comes to playing music, The Heavy like to play everything they like in a fashion they can’t help but choose. This debut should be the archetypal album for these eager young turks, and yet The House That Dirt Built sounds more like an oversimplification, a distillation of iPods smelted in a deep cauldron of love. Which is a shame, because this is a band with promise and taste.

The first four songs of the album find the band ripping it up on the ghoulish rockabilly of ‘Oh No! Not You Again!’;  then funking it up on ‘How You Like Me Now’; before waltzing it out on ‘Sixteen’ and then shooting up (no, not like that) on the Spaghetti Western styles of ‘Short Change Hero’. Should I continue? Why not. Let’s mention the Led Zeppelin riffing on ‘No Time’ that comes before the floaty retro-rock balladeering of ‘Long Way From Home’ and gives way to the spacious dub reggae of ‘Cause For Alarm’ which, incidentally, is the best darned track presented here.

Of course, the band hold the music together well and vocalist Kelvin Swaby capably serenades invisible devils all the way through  but, as can be seen from just that short list of songs there, the band are completely incapable of delivering a coherent album. There’s nothing wrong with citing influences and using them to drive forward a combined, communal vision, but taking a piece of many different pies to make one giant, new pie just doesn’t work because it’s cheating and distasteful.

The Heavy are probably a massive hit live, but on record they just can’t carry it off. Not yet, anyway.

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October 22, 2009 0

Jay Z – Blueprint 3

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It’s Jay-Z! Does anyone really think that he will ever release anything truly awful? Not now that Jay-Z is no longer a man. By selling more than just a few million CDs during his career, he has catapulted himself  into the stratosphere of rap, overseeing a multi-million dollar empire whilst laying claim to be a small part of the reason Obama is now President. If you thought Kanye West could talk a boastful game, you’ve obviously never heard ‘The Blueprint 3′.

Packed to the gills with sassy beats and glossy production, the inevitable superstar collaboraters  include Alicia Keys, Kanye West, Kid Cudi etc. In fact, of the 14 songs, the rapper only makes four solo appearances. But, really, none of this matters, simply because this is Jay-Z we’re talking about! Fans are going to buy the album because they’re the fans and that’s what fans do, whilst everyone else judges the album’s merits after hearing lead single ‘Run this town’. And what of it? Well, it’s not a terrible song: it’s cheesy, it’s got a massive video to back it – it’s plain, mainstream rap with a vocal hook that can easily double as a ringtone.

Everything on BP3 is generic: there is little progressive, philosophical, or particularly interesting to be found anywhere. Much like the cover, it’s a mostly colourless affair, toploaded to grab the listener’s attention and tailing off in the final third. Perhaps if the album had ended at the very American ‘Already Home’, The Blueprint 3 may not have been such a divisive blip in the megastar’s career. But,sadly, it doesn’t end there and neither, one suspects, does Jay-Z’s career.

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October 22, 2009 0

Nirvana – Reading 1992

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In 1992, I was 17, on the dole and dressed in a hideous tie-dye, longsleeve Nirvana top. Unable to afford a ticket to Reading, I bathed in the partly misguided knowledge that all festivals were filthy places filled with idiots who were nowhere near as unique as I. Now, aged 34, I’ve finally seen Nirvana’s headline set at Reading and I can confirm that the 17-year-old me didn’t miss a great deal. The fully restored footage and remastered sound does little to enhance the reputation of the iconic rock band, beset as it is by Kurt Cobain’s ramshackle performance.

With his elevated status as frontman powered by the multi-million selling ‘Nevermind’, Cobain’s deep discomfort on stage becomes apparent as the band launch into ‘In Bloom’, a mere six songs in. It’s easy, with hindsight, to analyse every second of this posthumous release and search for meaning in each grimace, scowl and chemical jerk, but it would be more accurate to acknowledge that this was simply not a great performance by the band. The set’s material is pretty much faultless with tracks from ‘Nevermind’ absorbing a bulk of the allotted time, but it’s the raucous tracks from debut album, ‘Bleach’, that are delivered with the greatest visceral conviction.

The pop Nirvana gets stuck in Cobain’s craw, choking his larynx so harmonies normally sweetened by Dave Grohl’s precision are lost in embarrassment. Both Grohl and Krist Novoselic perform well and Novoselic comes over as the most charismatic member as he engages the audience whilst a bemused Cobain disappears off stage in search of a new guitar. Cobain’s basic Jaguar guitar seems sabotaged from the start and he is quick to replace it with an even less reliable Stratocaster that just refuses to stay in tune.

The stage implodes on ‘Territorial Pissings’, with the destruction borne out of frustration rather than showmanship. Cobain emulates Hendrix’s ‘Star Spangled Banner’, but as it seems to be neither homage nor ribald principal  – it would simply appear to be something Cobain felt he might as well do.

For any 17-year-olds born or conceived in 1992, this is not the Nirvana you should be looking for. For the rest of us; one below average Nirvana concert is infinitely more watchable than 1 million by the bloody Pigeon Detectives.

 1. “Breed”

2. “Drain You”

3. “Aneurysm”

4. “School”

5. “Sliver”

6. “In Bloom”

7. “Come As You Are”

8. “Lithium”

9. “About A Girl”

10. “Tourette’s”

11. “Polly”

12. “Lounge Act”

13. “Smells Like Teen Spirit”

14. “On A Plain”

15. “Negative Creep”

16. “Been A Son”

17. “All Apologies”

18. “Blew”

19. “Dumb”

20. “Stay Away”

21. “Spank Thru”

22. “Love Buzz”

23. “The Money Will Roll Right In”

24. “D-7?

25. “Territorial Pissings”

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October 20, 2009 0

The Heavy Metal Roadshow

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Metal is 40 years old. Here’s a good series of shows on its history.

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October 18, 2009 0

Natural Self – My Heart Beats Like A Drum

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Let’s get something straight: a heart beats with muscular contraction, and a drum must be beaten in order to sound. So to say that your heart beats like a drum is absurd, as well as just plain old wrong. Imagine if your heart sounded like a snare drum. That’d be rubbish. Especially on a treadmill at the gym. If each heart were a different drum sound, the world’s populace could walk around this cacophonous planet where human beings made music; a bit like one giant flashmobbing ad for a thirsty mobile phone company.

Upon hearing the title track of Nathaniel Pearn’s second album for uber-hip Brighton-based label Tru Thoughts, the insipid line “My heart beats like a drum, the drum is like my heart,” got stuck in my throat as I gagged on its amateurish, rambling incoherency. Unfortunately, things get worse as Pearn and co-vocalist Elodie Rama bang on about giving us soul as the drum runs through their veins. Pardon me, while I vomit upon your unborn children.

That said, Pearn graciously supplies a mere three opportunities to hang himself, and it’s on the entirely dreadful ‘Every Day’ dedicated to “All the makers, the beat-breakers, the risk-takers, the soul shakers,” along with “All the people who keep it tight, keep it right and keep it moving along,” where the noose squeezes most of the life out of the record. Sorry, but is this 1989?  The lyric sounds like something from a Right Said Fred record, but delivered with less bald charm.

Back in the real world, and Pearn’s remaining instrumental tracks are, thankfully, a mix of inoffensive, downbeat melodies that rely on a workable combination of sweeping basslines, atmospheric twinkles and pleasing horn arrangements. Allowing himself to get swept up with nostalgic memories of jazzy boom-bap hip-hop, ‘My Heart Beats Like A Drum’ becomes an enjoyable Sunday afternoon record, particularly when Pearn bans himself from the vocal booth and delivers grouped three-part female harmonies at will, and just allows the music to do the talking. Like a drum.

Natural Self album preview

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