I’m apparently behind another 1.5 million people in watching this. Apart from the obviously sexist “My, Lorde sure has grown up” I am almost lost for words. Fans of Kate Bush and Bjork start queuing over there ( I’m no fan of either) but that aside I really have no idea what I think of this – except it really is a truly astonishing performance. Can’t wait for the album
What am i doing in Teeside? Visiting my 93 year-old Mum who is deep into Alzheimer’s, that’s why. After a difficult day we retire to a local hostelery. Crap food washed down my mediocre beer seems fitting then suddenly our pub is invaded by a motley crew of mostly grey-haired oldies each brandishing a ukele. Ah, the pier of music. Their rendition of Galway Girl was particularly magnificent, the penny whistle solo was transcendent. Ah, four points of beer and a gallon or two of industrial Sauvignon – over to Vancouver Island
So instead – howsabout posting the very last track you listened to (or indeed are listening to now) ?
Given the , shall we say, “varied” tastes on here I’d be amazed if we find any two of the same artists/band nevermind, miracles of miracles, the same song ?
Ten Weeks in and we haven’t had a Best of 2017 yet??
In case any of you foolish (but rather endearing) people haven’t realised it yet, this is the best breakup album since Love is Hell Parts I & II (and before that Blood on The Tracks).
Does one or more of you foolish but endearing folks wish to challenge this True Not False Fact?
Avid followers of my writing (Hi, Mum – I’ll ring Thursday, promise) know I’m a cool cutting-edge kinda guy so it was no surprise that recently I was asked to DJ a rather grand birthday bash. Now ok, it was indeed a 70th birthday but there were nearly two hundred people there of all differing ages and nationalities from 5 to 80, from Swiss to Swedish and virtually every age and country in between. I borrowed some pretty top-end equipment from a jazzy Canadian friend and went about compiling my playlists. As anybody who has done this knows at least half the fum is working out in your head where each track appears during the long evening (carriages at midnight sharp) and, of course, gauging the mood of your audience as the evening progresses. Given the age of the star attraction I started off with the somewhat predictable medley of Chubby’s “Let’s Twist” through The Beatles “Twist & Shout”, The Stones “Satisfaction” and so on (Yes, I am afraid I played Hi Ho Silver Lining……) But given my huge musical knowledge (?) I did not play it all safe, sometimes verging off into a bit of Hip-Hop, there a dash » Continue Reading.
The best, yes the best, debut album ever and now….
If proof was ever need that Ms Swift is currently the hottest, sassiest and cleverest artist in pop this is it. Pity the video -and apparently the film itself- is crap
What’s the best thing you have listened to in 2016 that wasn’t released in 2016?
Whilst the rest of you watched (will watch, who knows, I certainly don’t) Mick on Breakfast TV I perused The Guardian on a slow but perfectly-formed sunny day in the Languedoc, where nary a cloud in the blue, blue sky and the snow-capped Pyrenees having seemingly during the night moved a 100 miles north and are now currently residing at the bottom of my garden, and discovered this.
Not one single record I would deem as essential (you wouldn’t expect anything else, would you?) but easily the best 2016 list I have seen so far. I can’t wait (he lied) for next week’s Top 10
The Mighty Tigger has offered (foolish, foolish boy) to host the 2016 AW Best Records of 2016 poll. I tried this last year: I was rejected and then what happened – Sufjan Stevens, that’s what bloody happened.
In order to avoid such a travesty reoccurring can I re-suggest we adopt the Formula 1 point scoring system ie 1st : 25 points 2nd : 18 points 3rd : 15 points 4th : 12 points 5th : 10 points 6th : 8 points 7th : 6 points 8th : 4 points 9th : 2 points 10th : 1 point
I’ve done the maths on the 2016 poll and it seems (although some peer reviewing may be in order here) Taylor Swift’s “1984” would have won last year if we have followed Bernie Ecclestone so surely everyone can agree this is the way forward?
Seriously, what I think happens if we use a more standard voting system is that the record lots of punters put in the middle-ranking of their votes ends up as No1 so the averagely good record that most people think is ok rather than outstandingly good (or even polarising) wins?
What think you lot?
ps here’s a hint as » Continue Reading.
This is just getting ridiculous…
No doubt most of you hipsters have heard this before… any other slowed-down tracks this good out there?
There’s been some fabulous writing on here recently but mainly based on reviewing stuff that hasn’t been released yet (I’m looking at you, the lion what pretends he is a tiger). But I can’t help feeling a trifle uncomfortable with it all – is the blog now a repository where record companies and artists can get their stuff publicised, perhaps gain the acclaim (or otherwise) of The Mighty Massive and thus be guaranteed chart success, fame and all because of Us??
I hesitate to enter this particular fray but as I understand it (and apologies if I am Wrong) Bri is still on your “only one post every six hours” embargo. As I have said previously it was often mildly annoying to wake up to another 5 posts from Bri (often it seems after he had had a gallon or two of Canada Ale) but surely the current ruling is too harsh? Why not lift the ban and see what happens? I for one think Bri and anybody else should be able to post as many times as they like but surely this is a matter for open debate, not something to be mods-only? If the Massive votes to limit numbers of posts for each member then, of course, we would all have to abide by that decision.
What’s not to like! All those geeks you avoided in school because they weren’t cool – they are here! The worst drummer in the world ever; we all have to wear big headphones cos we can’t play what with all that other racket going on; a token girl fiddling around doing god only knows what and yet I say and I say again it is all simply magnificent! I cannot stop playing Noah’s albums, this guy reveals such lightweight poseurs as Sufjan and Father Whatever Misty to be the lightweight poseurs they are. Stop fiddling people, this is it (possibly maybe)
The Guardian: Frank Ocean: Blonde review – a baffling and brilliant five-star triumph. http://google.com/newsstand/s/CBIws-ufqS0
Or perhaps I will listen to the Album of 2015 https://youtu.be/yNxFQrsdhyU
What does it sound like?:
Who knew The Pineapple Thief had made 10 albums since 1999 before the release of Your Wilderness (released this Friday, 12th August)? Certainly not me, never heard of them I’m afraid. I resist at this point any further research and thus try to approach the review with uncluttered head and no possibly misguided preconceptions.
Off we go with the first track, In Exile. My, that’s a deep bass… sounds very Chemical Brothers or Massive Attack-lite. Pleasant enough although why Carlos Santana feels he has to join in at 3.25 is both unfortunate and unnecessary.
Love the video on No Man’s Land, rather lovely photos beautifully synchronised with the lyrics. Starts off like a Blue Nile song then meanders into Pink Floyd but then, bugger, it’s all spoiled by the return of that bloody guitar!
Maybe it’s because I really am a Pineapple Virgin but the following tracks start to merge into each other in a bland unchallenging blur; this is all getting too close to Prog (shudder) for my liking…
There’s a pattern emerging here. Start off the song quietly, some nice quiet singing, inoffensive but ok lyrics, a strumming guitar, steady rhythmic » Continue Reading.
What does it sound like?:
Right here we go… how does Spotify work again? I rarely use Spotify – a wise man once said “there’s just too much stuff”. Press a button – my, that’s a very cute Russian lady and she seems very friendly but no, let’s press this one. Mmm, not sure I have ever seen that done before. How about this one – god, how many cute cats are there in the world?
Ah, got it. My headphones are filling with music.. not quite what I expected. “Hands up” repeated four thousand times over a rocking trance beat. Hold on, this is Rory Taylor (whoever the hell he is) not Rory Porter.
Right, found Third Law.. first track must be a live recording from inside a medieval church; monks chanting away whilst a team of workmen armed with drills and hammers begin that much-needed renovation project. Fuck, what was that – an explosion? No, one of the workmen, Tom, with Grade 8 in Piano, has found the bloody organ! Everyone starts screaming “Turn it off you fool”, “Shut the fuck up” but Tom pays no heed. It takes a further seven minutes to make Tom » Continue Reading.
I know it’s an old topic as to how one keeps up (or even wishes to keep up) with the wacky world of popular music when there is just so much out there. Quietus is not exactly my go-to site but out of this Top 100 (Top one bloody hundred!!!) I have heard of roughly 10% of the artists and own precisely 5 of the records. Howsabout you?
So it’s Friday night in Riva Di Solto (how the fuck did I get here, a plane from BC or an astral plane, who knows?). A few miles down the lake the Floating Piers are but a hazy mirage. Here it’s Weekend of Fish, hundreds of locals eating and drinking and , guess what, eating fish of the lake.
Of course there’s a band and bloody beejeesus what a band. The drummer wears a T-shirt with “Everyone likes the singer”, the lead guitarist’s T says “Fender”, the organ player’s T says something groovy in Italian, the bass player is almost as huge as his bass and the female singer is without doubt Ms Joplin reincarnated.
A blistering set full of your favourites – a particular highlight is “Grease lighting, Grease lighting” – and I find myself standing next to a balding guy straight out of AW casting. We nod to each other in knowing wonderment as hit follows hit.
The glory of live music after several (many) bottles of local fizz has never been bettered – forget Dylan in Manchester or Hendrix at Monterey, this is it.
The first set ended at 11pm with “I’m a » Continue Reading.
…what happened to Bri’s “I’m sorry” post from yesterday evening? Did I miss something awful?
Saying that, whither Bri this morning? Saying double that, where’s HP & JC?
Where IS everybody? It’s very lonely in here. Can you hear me, can you hear….
Twas a bank holiday in the UK I believe but Drakeygirl where are you?
I’ve downloaded it but no…not quite ready to venture in.
Eighteen months had passed since the majestical magnificence of Blonde on Blonde. In those long-gone innocent days we knew nothing about a motorcycle accident, nothing about Woodstock or The Big Pink, nothing about Sarah and kids: all we had from Bob was the Sound of Silence. To put that in perspective, during that time The Beatles released Revolver and Sergeant Pepper.
Then seemingly out of nowhere came John Wesley Harding. The shock was seismic – where was the snarling and sneering delivery, the ethereal wild-mercury sound, the mystical and poetic lyrics? We played JWH on non-stop rotation and gradually convinced ourselves this was a return to roots, a rejection of pop’s wilder excesses. Never mind that Bob’s voice seemed to have changed (I had some friends who seriously thought Bob had died and that this was some imposter put in place by Columbia in order to keep the revenue stream going) and never mind that tracks like Frankie Lee and Down Along the Cove seemed childlike in comparison to Visions of Johanna and Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands. All Along the Watchtower and I Dreamed I Saw St Augustine were proper Dylan songs and that was plenty good enough.
Ever since Space Invaders then the ZX Spectrum (ah, Jet Set Willy) I have desperately tried to avoid gaming – mainly because I have an addictive-seeking personality and know that once I am hooked in then the rest of my everyday life will be ignored. I played Sudoku endlessly around the airports of Europe then disappeared up the arse of Candy Crush but apart from these two hiccups I have been clean for 38 years, 7 weeks and 4 days. My second reason is my complete lack of manual dexterity: nine year-old nephews walk away in disgust when I am enticed to play whatever football or car-racing game is on their screen – “Why are you so hopeless?” is the kindest comment I have received.
The recent threads on Gaming have, I am afraid, got me wavering. Despite doubling my attendance at the weekly meetings – “I am weak, I want to sin” – the attraction grows daily. If perchance I allowed myself to be sucked in, two questions please. 1. Without going overboard, which is the best console platform (is that the correct terminology?) to buy? 2. Are there games to play that don’t require me to instantly remember » Continue Reading.