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Jack Peñate, Everything is New (2009) June 17, 2009

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Every summer needs a soundtrack, right? Around the middle of April every year every DJ and music hack starts harping on about their predicted tune for the season of sun (or occasional sun in between downpours, as it is here in the UK).

I never pay much attention, partly as I’m an album kind of man so I’m more likely to have a full LP to soundtrack my summer. Plus it’s always more personal for me, an accidental discovery that sometimes isn’t even a new release. Today I heard what I think may be my album for summer 2009, it wasn’t really an accidental discovery (I was talked into giving it a fair go by the Observer Music Monthly) and it is a new release, but it is extremely unexpected.

Who’d have thought that foppish indie schmindie solo artist I tried to resolutely ignore back in 2007 would turn out to make an album that should grab me like this?

A well judged brief 9 songs in 34 minutes of inventive pop, it’s not going to change the world, but it doesn’t let up for a second. Single Tonight’s Today nicks some of Vampire Weekend’s African style guitars and layers them over a samba rhythm, Give Yourself Away goes even more samba, So Near is the most happifying song I’ve heard so far this year.

I don’t really want to write about the same albums as everyone else on this blog, and I know that’s exactly what I’m doing here, but I’m excited enough about this album to break the rules for one post.

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What I’ve learnt from Britney Spears, O2 Arena, 14th June 2009 June 16, 2009

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OK. I admit it. I was at a Britney Spears concert on Sunday night.

I think there's an international tabloid star in there somewhere...

I think there's an international tabloid star in there somewhere...

I would go through the rigmarole of explaining how my girlfriend couldn’t find a single other sole in the world to accompany her, and that I was only dragged along kicking and screaming. I could claim that as she tried to push me through the entrance to the O2,  security detected with special muso detecting equipment that I wasn’t really supposed to be there, explained that no one with any credibility or discerning music taste would be allowed to enter and that I would have to abstain. But the fact of the matter is, I thought I’d probably enjoy it really. And I did, without half the incumbent guilt I was expecting.

I was expecting to need be defiant about my attendance, I knew the ribbing I was in for from my friends, I’d already had a bit of it having told them where I’d be on Sunday night. The best way to deal with it would be to say “yeah, I went to a Britney gig, I loved it, and so would you, what are you going to do about it?” I’d planned a blog post about it being not only a good gig, but a fantastic gig, that all us serious musos could learn from. “You wouldn’t get juggling clowns, magicians and trapeze artists at a Mogwai show,” I’d say. “Stop being so pretentious everyone, I’m comfortable enough with my music taste to see Britney. Maybe there should be unicycling jugglers as part of the next My Bloody Valentine tour.”

Which might be true, but it’s not what I learnt. Some of you will not be surprised at all to hear that I went to a Britney Spears concert and learnt absolutely nothing. Nothing about music, anyway. This being a music blog, technically I shouldn’t be writing about it here.

Britney’s support act (apart from Ciara, who I thought I’d never heard of but did recognise some songs, she seems to be some kind of robot Beyonce emulation) was a circus. The same circus was integrated into the main performance, in this show that was billed as The Circus Featuring Britney Spears. Which sums it up really, Britney was constantly surrounded by dancers, clowns, acrobats, rollerskaters… for large portions of the night Britney was not even on the stage. She wasn’t really the main attraction of the night, and neither was her music. There was so much going on visually that thankfully I found I didn’t even need to pay too much attention to what was going on aurally. Discussion of how much she mimes seems laughably off the point, frankly, as if a Britney show is about music, let alone live singing.

There were people playing instruments, I had a good view of a viruoso drummer, but 80% of the rest of the crowd wouldn’t have been able to see him hidden in a pit to the side of the stage. Bizarrely the bass player was allowed to get up on stage at one point, but otherwise actual musicianship was kept discreet. Real gigs are about real musicians channeling their passion and energy through their instruments, they can involve other accoutrements to add to the experience but the music is the core. Which was far from the case on Sunday night. Sunday night was about massive circular video screens, circus performers, dance groups, lights, explosions and awe.

So what I saw was a probably the most spectacular (and spectacularly expensive) circus in the world, in the largest circus tent in Britain (the world?). Some blonde who is in the tabloids a lot was there too apparently, but I barely noticed. Sounds like a good night to me.

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Coming to terms with World Music guilt June 13, 2009

There was a Guardian Music Weekly podcast quite a while ago which made me realise how wrong the concept of ‘world music’ is. I’ve railed against many a genre tag in my time (I remember being outraged at finding Onelinedrawing in the punk/metal section of HMV, presumably because Jonah Matranga used to be in Far) but it does seem beyond unfair that ‘world music’ seems to be the tag that’s attached to any music that doesn’t come from the US or UK.

Being a big liberal muso type, of course I believe that no genre or form of music could possibly be worthier than another. My theory has always been that if enough people like a certain kind of music, it’s got to be good, and only needs time spent listening to it to be appreciated. Of course sometimes too many people listening to an artist can be a sign that they’re actually especially awful, but for the most part it just takes time to appreciate something.

The thing is, is it bad to say I just don’t have time?

I’m sorry, but as much as I like to think of my music taste as fantastically broad, I’m not sure I’m going to get around to Malaysian nose pipe music, Nigerian alt-hip-hop-folk or Uzbek shoe gaze*. In all honesty, I do listen to a pretty broad variety of genres, but just about every artist is from the UK or US, with a selection from from Europe (and those artists are generally heavily influenced by UK or US artists).

Is that OK? Am I missing out? I haven’t listened to Amadou et Miriam, I’ve read about Tinariwen but what I’ve heard of them I’m not sure I get, and as for Manu Chao… well, what’s so good about bongos? Was Fela Kuti really as good a percussionist as John Bonham? And is Tony Allen actually that amazing? The drums in Good the Bad and the Queen added to the tracks in subtle ways that good percussion should, but was it really good enough for me to go and listen to his previous work?

What with it being cool for a while to say you’re like, totally Afrobeat now, I’m not sure I can be bothered to jump on the bandwagon. I love some of the results of genuine Afrobeat influence, but I’m not sure I’ll ever get around to finding out what these artists have been influenced by.

If it really is worth me not bothering to listen to the next Death Cab or Minotaur Shock album in favour of something with wind pipes, then I’ll do it. The guilt is too much. But otherwise, I’m just not sure I can be bothered…


* These genres are entirely invented, as far as I know anyway. I do not know nearly enough about world music to list one sub-genre, let alone three.

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This Machine is Off, Brixton Jamm, 29th May 2009 June 1, 2009

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This Machine is Off at Brixton JammIt seems to be a bit of a trend at the moment for guitar bands (particularly those of the emo / post-hardcore persuasion) to eschew their guitar driven sound for something dancier and more synth led. Guitar bands have been allowed to get away with this for a little longer in the US, where bands like The Rapture and !!! have been making music you can dance too, no, you can’t NOT dance to, that incorporates house beats, synths and guitars – dance music with roots in indie/rock/punk. Those two bands have turned the endeavour into relative commercial success, not something that’s been done by a UK band until Friendly Fires, who incidentally, were once of the emo / post hardcore persuasion.

It seems to be a good, if unlikely, combination. The soaring vocals of emo (and by gum, Ed Mcfarlane of FF has some blistering vocal chords, as anyone who has seen them live will attest) over bleeps, swathes and beats. This Machine is Off’s machines are on, and Jake Roche provides suitably dramatic vocals to ride over the barage of sound that they make. Fewer steps away from the emo sound than FF (no samba calypso here!) TMIO press a lot of the right buttons. I suppose it’s inevitable, when you press that many.

The thing is, I admit, I grew up a bit of an emo-kid. This was before anyone what one was of course, and when I say emo I mean early Jimmy Eat World, New End Original, Mineral, Sunny Day Real Estate, pretty much any band on Deep Elm… And now I’ve (thankfully) lightened up a bit. So emo that you can dance too? It was never going to go too far wrong for me.

If I had a complaint, it would purely be that the songs are a little sincere. Like many emo vocalists Jake sounds like an angrier Robert Smith trying to conjure the darkness of Ian Curtis. A contemporary comparison would be the vocals in White Lies. Which is all very well, nothing wrong with a bit of melodrama, but lyrics like ‘erase our programs’ sung wrought with all the emotion of the last human of the robot apocalypse, sound incongruous enough over an upbeat track to end up sounding a touch too much.

That said, you can still dance to it. In fact, you can’t NOT dance to it.


PS: I saw TMIO playing before a Hot Chip DJ set, the real reason I was at the Jamm on Friday. Unfortunately, due to unforeseen beers, I can’t remember very much about the new material Hot Chip played except that it was ace.