Tuesday 20 October 2009

Lou Barlow - Goodnight Unknown


(Muso's Guide October 20, 2009)

Album Review

Lou Barlow may sound like he’s giving lo-fi a crack at a mid-Western open mic night, but make no mistake, friend - he is the granddaddy of them all.

As the brains and heart of behind Dinosaur Jr, Sebadoh and Folk Implosion, Ohio native Barlow was Gen X before Gen Why-O-Y came on the scene, all too cool for school and heavy on the effects pedals. He’s had more collaborative recordings that you’ve had hot dinners, and yet carries the same detached, world-weary WTF air that he sported all the way back when he played bass on Dinosaur in 1985.

Through his work - songwriting and multi-instrumentalism - Barlow has influenced every lo-fi band since the dawn of time, buddying up with members of the unfeasibly legendary Slint and generally being there when ‘there’ was the place to be.

His mucky sonic fingerprints are all over Ben Kweller, Moldy Peaches and so much more modern anti-folk, and the fact that he can make this, his second solo record, so listenable and notable is frankly a testament to the great man’s skill and nonchalant cool.

This is important to know - not because his classic tunes and maturity make him any more pertinent in the musical realm than whichever rowdy teeny teens Zane Lowe is currently crushing, but because it’s a measure of how far we’ve come - like listening to The Beatles’ Tomorrow Never Knows and wondering how 33 years later we’re still having to put up with The Kooks.

So what’s so good? On the opening ‘Sharing’ there’s a great Phantom Planet drum thrust underpinned by Barlow’s resonant melodic baritone. The song has ‘pogo-a-go-go’ all over it, with a catchy refrain and characteristically fuzzy production.

Title track ‘Goodnight Unknown’ is a less strident beast, with the thumping drum keeping a slow pace. The music is shot through with Folk Implosion-style guitar flourishes, and it leads nicely into the ‘Cannonball’-style (Damien Rice, not The Breeders) ‘Too Much Freedom’, a lo-fi lullaby.

Barlow’s archetypal neo-folk may not seem cutting edge now, but he did help spearhead the whole thing back in the day. The moving thing about this album is 14 songs with a spellbinding quality - the slow, soft hymnal of ‘Faith In Your Heartbeat’, the dropbeat slacker cool of ‘Gravitate’ - at 43, Barlow is still rocking them out. And with 75% of these tracks coming in at under three minutes, he’s every MTV-er’s ADHD dream.

With the weight of history behind it, and the gift of incredible talent chiming through every note, Goodnight Unknown is well on its way to classic status - and deservedly so.

Thursday 8 October 2009

Johnny Foreigner - Criminals


(Muso's Guide, October 8, 2009)

Single review

Where do musical greats come from? The Smiths were straight outta Salford, all working-class woes and Manc miserabilism. Radiohead made the trek into rock’s back pages from Oxford, with the attendant intellect that that entails. But what of Johnny Foreigner?

On paper, the raucous trio are from Birmingham, but to chain them to any earthbound landscape, in the Midlands or otherwise, seems to be missing the point. Johnny Foreigner buck the trend, and everyone’s preconceptions, by sounding just out of this world.

Since the band’s formation from the ashes of several indie also-rans, singer Alexei Berrow has ploughed himself an astonishingly convincing frontman furrow, complete with handsome swagger and devil-may-care attitude.

On ‘Criminals’, they channel Chemikal Underground’s awesome Bis and Fight Like Apes - chaotic guitars over tight, rumbling drums and boy-girl vocals. ‘Your town’s run by criminals’ goes the chorus line, and it’s all you can do not to pogo without remorse.

‘Camp Kelly Calm’ starts off as a tuneful, endearing pop tune, but quickly morphs into the sort of enthusiastic punk pop that JF are renowned for. ‘Wow. Just Wow.’ owes more to Pixie-like thrash and madness than melodious influences, but really Johnny Foreigner’s exuberant pop thrives on joy. The songs here are the sound of yoof and the future of everything, if we’re lucky.

Johnny Foreigner are special and intelligent. Listeners are challenged to remain stationary during one of their top tunes.

Thursday 1 October 2009

Dawn breaks on Twilight: Twilight Sad interview


(AU magazine, November 2009)

Pic by Nic Shonfeld

The Twlight Sad release second 'more intense' album

"Our brake lights on our trailer aren't working. We've had trouble since we got here with our equipment, bass amps and... nothing seems to be working for us at the moment," a strong Scottish accent heavily sighs. "We're all pretty jet-lagged as well, which isn't helping."
The Twilight Sad are in conquering form a few days into their sixth visit to America. No, really. It's just the logistics of life on the road that seem to be a problem.
AU catch up with James from the band 100 miles from Boise, Idaho.
"We're at a truck stop with a lot of big scary looking guys. I'm hiding at the back." After triumphantly conquering Salt Lake City the night before, James is in buoyant mood, despite technical difficulties which are hampering even their viewing pleasures: "I just bought a Denzel Washington double feature to keep me busy for the van because the TV's not working so we're just going to have to watch DVDs from now on. That was the best selection in the truck stop."
Stuck on a bus in the middle of nowhere then - it's a clumsy metaphor for any band, and an entirely erroneous one for the four piece from Kilsyth, Lanarkshire. On the eve of the release of their second album, Forget The Night Ahead, the music and attitude on display has taken a leap forward from 2007's debut, Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters. "I think that main thing that we didn't want to do was that we didn't want to clean anything up and polish it up and make a nice-sounding album - we wanted to make it that bit more intense and to challenge ourselves and challenge the person that was listening to us. Maybe that will put some people off that were into the nice warm sounds that were on the first record, but that's just not who we were. We wanted to write a sort of dark, noisy, different record to the first one. It's a lot rougher round the edges, but it's maybe even more melodic than the first one, it's just we've all moved on and written better songs." A huge achievement considering they've barely been off the road in those two years, between SXSW appearances, their own tour and supporting Mogwai in America. This time round they've hit the road with labelmates and old friends Frightened Rabbit as well as Brakes. James admits that The Twilight Sad do bear comparisons with the other Scottish band; "The similarities are that we both sing in a Scottish accent, and that the music's pretty honest as well, but there are some big differences in the band as well."
If you haven't heard the album yet, James says it's best summed up "by striking that balance, getting the power of the noise but trying to let the songs break through too." The Twilight Sad aren't resting on their laurels, mind. "We've already started working on our new new record - I think we're going to try some new things and maybe surprise a few people."
James says that they also plan to release a 12" single of "a song that wasn't on the record. It was a song that was strong enough to be on the record but it just didn't fit. We just want to get it out there and it's too good for a B-side, so we think we're going get some other friends to remix the song as well for us."
Staring down the barrel of two more years of life on the road and its attendant mechanical failings, James is pretty upbeat.
"We're just going to play as much as we can, in front of as many people as we can - doing the best that we can in this mad music business that we've got ourselves involved in." There you have it. The Twilight Mad.
FORGET THE NIGHT AHEAD IS OUT ON ON FAT CAT RECORDS.
WWW.THETWILIGHTSAD.CO.UK

Cate Le Bon - Me Oh My


(AU magazine, November 2009)

Album review

Me Oh My. If this were The Wicker Man's Summerisle, Cardiff's Cate Le Bon would be a flaxen-haired harbinger of doom, weaving mystical confusion and murmuring darkly in forests about dire circumstances. She does almost exactly that on the thoroughly unnerving 'Burn Until The End' and you are Edward Woodward, all bewitched and enthralled. But it's not Summerisle, and Le Bon is better than Britt Ekland at singing (and dancing, one hopes). There's so much great musicianship here, and such great dark lyrics, that picking it all apart is a sin. Just immerse and enjoy this weird Welsh witchery.

8/10

DOWNLOAD: 'HOLLOW TREES HOUSE HOUNDS', 'TERROR OF THE MAN', 'BURN UNTIL THE END'.
FOR FANS OF: GORKY'S ZYGOTIC MYNCI, SUPER FURRY ANIMALS.

Efterklang and the Danish National Chamber Orchestra - Performing Parades


(AU magazine, November 2009)

Album review

With all the swooning wonder of Sigur Rós and the harmonious vocal attributes of Fleet Foxes, this is the Danish collective's well-received 2007 album Parades performed in full, capably aided by the Danish National Chamber Orchestra. Now hear this - it's unusual, and you might be scared, but the classic musicianship snugly envelopes the ethereal soul of Efterklang like a great blanket of soot. There is bleakness and darkness, as on 'Frida Found A Friend', but also lightness and youth exposed, particularly on 'Mirador'. If the comparisions to the afore-mentioned Icelandic post-rockers bring forth yawns, then how about this - the tragic depths of Arcade Fire with an unwieldy orchestral heft. Every one of the 11 tracks on show here is a rousing epic, spaces filled with ecclesiastical chants and slathered with a Nordic sensibility. The DVD is a nice window into the Efterklang mind, but seeing them in cone-shaped gnome hats with painted cheeks does slightly taint the musical magic. Kirstie McCrum

7/10

DOWNLOAD: 'MIRADOR', 'MIMEO', 'MAISON DE REFLEXION'.
FOR FANS OF: SIGUR RÓS & ARCADE FIRE.

Band of Skulls - Baby Darling Dollface Honey


(AU magazine, November 2009)

Album review

Southampton trio Band Of Skulls are not without their fame - iTunes and Zane Lowe have hollered their praises far and wide. But don't let that put you off - they're a wee gem for the disenchanted indie rock fan. Flitting from 'Cry Myself Blind'-era Primal Scream on 'Cold Fame' to Kills-style scuzz rock (complete with male/female vocal) on 'Blood' to the almost Turin Brakes 'Honest', they are chameleon and delicious. Schizophrenic and uncompromising, singer Russell Marsden boasts a chart-friendly Radio 2 vocal on some tracks - as on the anthemic 'Fires' - but the addition of some dirty guitars and the suggestive vocal of bassist Emma Richardson as on 'I Know What I Am' swathes their sound in staccato axe cool, modern with a nod to the classic. With all the confidence and swagger of a collection of hoary old American rockers on show, they're never the same band twice. Bliss.

8/10

DOWNLOAD: 'BLOOD', 'FIRES', 'LIGHT OF THE MORNING'.
FOR FANS OF: THE KILLS, THE WHITE STRIPES.

Great Britain: Beautiful Bath

(Somerfield magazine, October 2009)

"Macmillan is about supporting patients who live with cancer"

(Somerfield magazine, October 2009)