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Graham Parker And His Rumours have a new album out! It’s called Mystery Glue! Everything’s fine so far. Here’s the PR release, or some of it:
“Written in Parker’s second home of New York and recorded in just six days in the legendary RAK Studios in London, Mystery Glue is a real return to form for this seminal British songwriter and powerhouse band, which features its original lineup of Parker, Bob Andrews, Brinsley Schwarz, Martin Belmont, Andrew Bodnar and Stephen Goulding.”
Hurrah! Or, not. The “form” I remember is passionate. Parker: pissed-off and spitting about something. Didn’t matter what. This isn’t a return to that. This is a collection of mid-paced songs that would sit cosily next to late-career sessions from Nick Lowe, Mark Knoplfler … any of these geriatric UK rockers nodding out wistfully in the twilight of their years. There’s an audience for this, and it’ll be gratefully received by them. They may even flap a hand weakly on their rug-covered knees. But the list of things Parker can (and should) be pissed off with is getting longer as he grows older. He should be a cantankerous old git, snarling at the new doctor down the clinic, railing » Continue Reading.
Cheese, Sardine, Nutella and Yam.
I was making several trips out to the deck this morning in order to enjoy breakfast in the open air, and it occurred to me that life would be so much simpler if I had a tray! It’s a crowded market, with a wide choice of materials, shape, and colour. Handles or no? Is circular the way to go? Before I commit to an investment, I’d very much appreciate your thoughts on the matter. Have you a tray-related anecdote, perhaps? A favourite tray? Perhaps you were seduced by a tray’s looks, only to “have your fingers burned” later – maybe the laminate started to peel back. A handle worked loose. Those coffee mug rings proved ineradicable. Let’s hear your “tray nightmare stories” in the hope that I’ll not make the same mistake you did!
And let’s be having your songs about trays, while we’re at it, Afterworders! Here’s the mighty Bob The Tray singing “Mule Train”!
I notice it’s not yet midnight in the UK and some of you are still sitting at your personal computers in your pyjamas (funny place to put a computer) instead of going to bed. Let’s see who can stay up the latest and be the biggest and cleverest!
At Pitchfork, music journalism has become like fine art catalogue texts; something in and of itself, with no real reference to its subject, an exercise in self-pleasing pseudery. This extract is typical –
“[this CD] is anti-physical music for an anti-physical time … these 10 songs are invocations of the hyperreal, created to meet the anxieties of an age where bodies are rarely written about as sites of joy or authenticity, and more frequently discussed as zones of inequity, violence, embarrassment and pain. The desire to exist as a well-tended garden of pixels fuels many of our culture’s dominant systems: the databases of altered thoughts, distorted images, the avatars that demonstrate reaction or stand in for action. Like all of these networks and products, [this CD] answers our desire to escape the burden of physical presence — and in the process ends up sharpening and perpetuating the desire even further.”
Ri-ight. All we learn from this is that there are ten songs on the album. And that the writer needs a good slapping. Maybe the review is entirely appropriate; maybe the music is quite as arch and pretentious as the review. I for one don’t have the nerves of » Continue Reading.
What does it sound like?:
It sounds like you’re having a night out. Only, in! HOW FANTASTIC IS THAT!
What does it all *mean*?
It means that Australia is still, after many decades, the most reliable source of top new music.
Goes well with…
The eighties. I didn’t expect to like this album, being mostly sorta-disco-synth-dancefloor (the album, that is, not I), but the sheer talent here – not least in the songwriting (hooks that stick like STDs) but the production, playing, singing – everything – hang on – where was I? ‘Ave I ‘ad me dinner yet?
Might suit people who like…
Music in their cars (this is, like, awesome driving music), music in their stereos (push back the coffee table and pop the button on those dad jeans! YOU ARE YOUNG!), music in their ears. I haven’t had such a good time (in a sad, lonely way) with an album since, ooh, since … hang on – I left the gas on …
Howe Gelb. Him out of Giant Sand, whose solo gigs put the dour back into troubadour. What kind of a name is that? HOWE GELB. Two ugly monosyllables that sound like a glottal stop prelude to a pavement oyster. Yet it is the name of a famousish Show Business Artiste. I can’t think of any others right now, perhaps there aren’t any.
Some would argue that Ancient Greece was the most significant source of culture the world has ever seen. Others would put forward Rome, citing the drainage, balanced diets for lions, and so on. Yet others would point to France, for its cheese rinds and impressionist placemat designs. America, too, has its champions, at least those who’ve avoided police bullets in their backs. But I say NAY! For me, Scotland has it all. Fine cuisine in the delicate haggis. Sport in that most gracefully manly of competitions, caber-tossing. Haute couture in heavy skirts for men decorated with badger snouts.
And MUSIC!! The list is almost endless, and I do no more than humbly start it here, with Jim Kerr out of monobrowed Morleypleasers The Associates. Or not.
So! Come on Afterworders! Let’s have your serenading Scots frae north o’ the border, the winsome lassies and the skirt-sporting laddies who have lent their tartan talents to the rich tapestry of Shcotish Mushic!
A Correspondent sent me this link, and I naturally thought of all you bien-pensants here.
Sting & Gwyneth Paltrow Yes, Trudy Styler is no slouch at slappable pretentiousness, and in many ways an ideal mate for Gord. But Gwyn is a world-leader in irritating vaguely New Age wonderfulness, and the thought of the Happy Couple opening a Dolphin Yurt Sanctuary or plunging into the jungles of Papua New Guinea to patronise the natives is almost more than the human imagination can stand. They could exchange vows while buried up to their necks in healing termite mounds in front of the Dalai Llama.
Jeremy Clarkson & Rebekah Brooks It must happen, surely? Jezza and Rebs, together at last – a Nation rejoices at the union of the couple who are truly King and Queen in the hearts of the people!
Bono & Bob Geldof Together, they can change the world! Same-sex marriages are now legal in many places, but I suggest they reach out to, say, Yemen, to host their bold matrimonial statement.
(Have a go if you think you’re hard enough).
Back when I lived in Oxford, ooh, early ‘nineties my goodness how time flies, my then wife and I formed a party with a BBC radio broadcaster and his lovely illustrator partner. Yes, those were the agreeable circles we moved in back then. The occasion was the World Premiere of Sarah Miles’ play, which she wrote, directed and starred in, called Charlemagne, to debut at the prestigious Oxford Playhouse. Actually not, though – it was the annexe of the Oxford Playhouse, a converted fire station. A brave and intimate choice to launch an important dramatic work!
The audience was a small and select band of drama-enthusiasts like us who had blagged a free ticket. We were all aware of La Miles’ beverage of choice, something for which she was more famed than her thespian endeavours.
The play had everyone knotted in teeth-grating embarrassment from the first lines. You just know when you’re in the presence of a catastrophic disaster, and can do nothing about it. The play – tragically – must go on. Watching this hideous, hilarious, jaw-droppingly awful production stagger to its welcome close was an unforgettable experience, unfortunately. The few handclaps at the end – when the assembled » Continue Reading.
1 Who recorded the following?
The Lone Ranger Vs. Your Developing Breasts My Faith Is My Gas Mask Only The Blackness Behind Me Is Real
2 The answer to 1 links Chad & Jeremy and The Byrds – how?
3 What band featured members of The Ramones, Steely Dan, and Spirit?
4 What pop-rock band was the first to get the word “fuck” on an album?
5 What has Donovan to do with any of this?
There’s a Magnificent Prize* for the first fully correct answers!
*Moose has kindly donated his Health & Efficiency Summer Special 1961. Some unsticking required.
H.P. Saucecraft on Driving For Your Life In Rural Thailand
The Thais are not the worst drivers in the world, although they seem keen to give that impression.
They’re not even the worst in South East Asia; the feeling that Vietnamese road users are out to kill you is not without foundation, and the Cambodian understanding of the rules of the road is even sketchier than the Thai – going offroad through a jungle carpeted with landmines can sometimes seem the safer option in a country where road users on the wrong side of the road have precedence. Lao PDR only has one road, but abundance of good luck and an almost supernatural attentiveness is required to get from one end to the other. Or even across.
Thai drivers have a 360 degree blind spot. They will cheerfully drift across lanes, pull out, reverse, overtake and slew to a halt with zero awareness of other road users. Mirrors (in cars or on bikes) are used exclusively as personal grooming aids, allowing minute inspection of complexion flaws while parked in front of the Seven or speeding across an intersection. Why on earth would you want to look where you’ve been? » Continue Reading.