Monday, May 20, 2013

Album Review: Primal Scream


Primal Scream
'More Light'
(1st International)

Just when you least expect it...just what you least expect

Primal Scream sashay into the fourth decade of their career still gloriously unpredictable which, in the most prominent of ironies, is the one thing they’re predictable for. They’ve yet to produce anything which follows in the footsteps of its predecessor, or at least something with less a paradoxical canyon of difference between them. But that’s how they do things, that’s their modus operandi and any attempts to second guess them is as pathetic as it is arrogant. It’s that schizophrenic nature that makes them so compelling – coupled with the fact they have enough backbone to go with their instincts and ideas regardless of whatever commercially damaging consequence might be hurled at them as a result of it. For sure, such transient policies and the fidgeting desire to formulate hybrids rather than pure-breeds hasn’t always spun things in their favour. They are the band who either get it completely bang on and it’s brilliant or confusingly way below radar in the direction of somewhere they imagine it needs to be. If ever they should wish to create an external cyber glutton of doom with blazing sirens, a crunching change of direction every 8 seconds amid ear rattling Russian narrative, looped to constant action replay from start to finish…then create it they undoubtedly would. Depending on the general mindset at the time their musical influences might be lightly mosaicked across a catchy hook laden mainframe of introspective lullabies… or just chucked in, an endless bombardment of acid frazzled experimentation, fragmented and jig-sawed in a heaped carnage of everyfuckingsoundundertheplanet discord. But, as I said, that’s Primal Scream, that is industrious innovation or purposeful liberation or both, plus a million divided by nothing equals everything.That makes no sense of course but it would if Bobby Gillespie were to explain it.

In the earlier years they struggled to get a solid foothold on the first step, the press slated everything they tried to do and then dismissed them as ‘unimaginative’ and ‘directionless’ Of course, as we now know, in Sept 1991 – heavily influenced by the drug fuelled rave scene they had developed a healthy appetite for, they opened up their doors and the galloping house/dance/indie rock & roll majesty of SCREAMADELICA ushered the entire world in. This ever-reaching interplanetary daydream oscillated atop the peaks of an uncharted frontier dripping with planet spinning bursts of jazz utopia and spirit hugging piano that slalomed its way among snatches of sampled narrative harnessed to groove-edged drum loops and interwoven with lazy dub and atmospheric gospel music all gathered up and lashed to a rock and roll substructure and shaped into perfect sense by DJ’s Andy Weatherall and Terry Farley……

just what is it that you want to do?’
‘we wanna be free..we wanna be free to do what we wanna do’

It’s 22 years on now and the loved up romance between rockers and clubbers, the serotonin exhilarator, was a honeymoon period that ended badly when too many scheme bandits, chemical pirates and yattering MC’s edged their way in and built false empires upon the shoulders of a cunted circus….if ever euphoric tactility was destined to be overindulged, here it was. Primal Scream though had moved on long before the ‘three for a tenner’ salesmen came to milk the stragglers. Long before the biting comedown. Long before all of it.Their 10th studio album ‘MORE LIGHT’ is a sprawling 70 plus minutes of material written by Bobby Gillespie and Andrew Innes, comes 5 years after ‘BEAUTIFUL FUTURE’… and with notable changes. Mani has gone back to The Stone Roses and his touring stand-in Debbie Googe (My Bloody Valentine) is also missing which nicely conjures up the proper chance to introduce new, permanent bassist Simone Butler who, prior to this, worked in a guitar shop. Bobby Gillespie is now in his 50’s, still as slender as a pencil line, still with just the mere hint of any hipbone and still (as he was born to be) a bit of a cool bastard. Opener ‘2013’ is an explosive 9 minute guitar encrusted, jazz rock, vintage glamour drenched presentation of impassioned outrage – ‘what happened to the voices of dissent’ he sings, in what feels more allegation than question, as he unleashes this cynical attack upon contemporary culture. It’s a strong opener with enough stamina to safely complete its lengthy duration without showing any signs of a struggle. A shift in direction for the outstanding ‘RIVER OF PAIN’ with its swirling waves of Eastern tinged psychedelia and Bobby Gillespie’s whispering vocal is outstanding enough until things suddenly veer into an orchestral mash up around the midway point before crashing to an end upon atmospheric echoes of percussion and vocals. A stunning example of the things Primal Scream are capable of. They stick with the psychedelic vibe but this time a much more indirect prop, that hand feeds the ambience of vocal distorted despair anthem ‘CULTURECIDE’ rattling with utter despondency and sheer vitriolic heartache – surely this will be what post-nuclear nothingness could sound like? Dragging its jaded, miserable existence behind it like rope, the lyrics are a half rap/half speak announcement thumbing through subject matter from Thatcher to the Neutron Bomb as guest contributor Mark Stewart from The Pop Group wails the single line ‘culturecide’ from his huddled position somewhere deep inside the torment. Energetic and sharp blues/rock tune ‘HIT VOID’ opens out the landscape to ‘TENEMENT KID’ an effortless little display of genius built upon poetic reflection – and if it’s already written somewhere that on this song Bobby Gillespie sounds uncannily like John Lennon I wouldn’t be surprised for two reasons…

1: It’s too ‘in your face’ obvious not to have already been noted by the entire world

2: I will never be sharp enough or tuned in enough to be the first person to mention something that hasn’t already been said by someone else. Always the bridesmaid but never the…plagiarist ( please remember that)

On ‘GOODBYE JOHNNY’ there’s a strong hint of lounge-room/faux country etiquette as Bobby Gillespie adopts a crooning style that pierces the cloying mists of a lavish saxophone drenched orchestration in yet another example of versatility personified. Guest vocalist Robert Plant brings ‘ELIMINATION BLUES’ to life, a gospel/blues electro trashed tune with its ‘ah hah’ stoner aura, gutsy lead guitar squall and bone idle harmonies, the song bristles with so many moments of loaded, onboard brilliance. Billowing, trippy layered ‘RELATIVITY’ staggers from crazed jaunt to insane waltz with seemingly good natured spurts of summery feel good music until they turn it on its head and shake out the venom….’you’re fucking next’ he barks from out of the pleasantries as the sound pulses and bangs right through you….you’re too scared to change he snarls, vindictiveness at its most casually acerbic, ghosting every inch of the song. The album ends with the single ‘IT’S ALRIGHT, IT’S OK’ an uplifting rock and roll good time anthem dipped in The Rolling Stones early garage rock and blues sound and further bolstered by gospel singers, catchy oooh lah lah harmonies, cheeky handclaps and a solid guitar pathway. The song is a straightforward enough canter for Primal Scream but, in this environment, the greatest finisher!

Probably their strongest album in years, definitely their most defined, undoubtedly the most consistent and more adventurous For the people out there who had secretly lost confidence in Primal Scream ever pulling another great album from within the corridors of their magic hat minus the rabbits and the doves, the mumbled rhetoric and the endless bouquets of paper flowers to distract us from the trickery, then rest easy….just when you least expect it, just what you least expect. For every generation that never found a culture, every culture without a fashion, every fashion that never found its drug and for every drug scene devoid of a decent soundtrack….this one’s for you, so take it. Take it now!

 
 Words by Alan Baillie for SUBBA CULTCHA
 

Album Review (archives) Plastic Toys

Another review hauled from my archives. This is from 2008
Plastic Toys
'For Tonight Only'
(Hill Valley Records)

Emerging from the ashes of Karmic Jera come Plastic Toys. A scuzzbag manifestation that has ferociously violated a plethora of genres so proficiently the bastard offspring is emphatically sexy.

Any record that opens with the line ‘last night I fucked your girlfriend’ had better have the innovational competence to endorse such unambiguous proclamations. This has been achieved rather substantially right here on this debut album by Southampton four-piece Plastic Toys. Think of nearly every hard rock, sleazy, disco havoc, punk philistine reverberation you’ve ever known entangled in a labyrinth of sound and you’re halfway to appreciating how brilliant this is!

The opening line, as mentioned, comes from ‘Devil’ an energetic blast of frenzied rock and roll with its boots firmly laced up and aiming kicks at your head. Rather originally, it’s preceded by ‘Curtain Up’ a composition around one minute long and consisting, in the main, of some endearing piano coincidental with something you’d often find compassing the silent black and white movies of the 50’s. On ‘Let Me Feel The Love’, a fusion of Marilyn Manson discord hand in hand with discothèque smudges, resides a true air punching anthem of a chorus. The synth driven scampering of ‘Still Alive’ and glammed up promenade that is ‘Dirty’ further inflates the versatility in residence on this record. There’s a solid piano beat chaperoned by punchy drumming on ‘The Tragedy’ before a return to some filthy rock and roll on ‘Tonight Only’.

A slice of backward electronica is the protoplasm that floods the life into ‘Freak Among The Freaks’ just as the frenetic stomp of modernistic punk and roll is the animation for the very brilliant ‘Spaceman’. The desperate reiteration of the author on tragic love anthem ‘I Miss You’ with its  grandiose structuring enhancing lyrics like ‘you leave me in silence and I’m scared it’ll never stop’ will twitch even the steeliest of eyes.  Bombastic metal/synth anthemic flavouring on ‘The World Goes Bang’ has a garnishing effect on the penultimate ‘God Damn You All’ then it’s full fat synth and guitars for dessert courtesy of ‘Goodbye’.

We’re only 2 months into 2008 and there shall be many exceptional records still to come but this one has shown enough spirit and energy to be hanging from the tip of the keyboards when the end of year polls reveal who’s cut the mustard!




Sunday, May 19, 2013

Punk In Scotland Playlist

Scottish Punk Rock

1: Gin Goblins: Hammerama
2: 4 Past Midnight: The 4 PM Crew
3: The Murderburgers: Drifting Apart
4: The Zips Dont Be Pushed Around
5: Billy Liar: It Starts Here
6: The Exploited: Insanity
7: The Square Peg: Hiroshima
8: Sad Society: Contaminate
9: Overspill: Lets Riot
10: Oi Polloi: Boot Down The Doors
11: External Menace: Standin On The UK
12: Bakers Dozen: Put The Boot In
13: Threats: Politcians And Ministers
14: Wasted Nation: Streets Of Fear
15: Johnny And The Self Abusers: Saints And Sinners
16: The Subs: Party Clothes
17: The Skids: TV Stars
18: The Red Lights: Never Wanna Leave
19: Open Sore: Vertigo
20: Gin Goblins: Safe Area
21: 4 Past Midnight: Fuck Them All
22: Billy Liar: This House Is A Fire Hazard
23: The Exploited: Rapist
24: The Square Peg: The Chosen
25: Oi Polloi: Silent Minority
26: Bakers Dozen: Nothing But The Truth
27: Threats: Rotten
28: Skids: Working For The Yankee Dollar
29: Brothel Corpse Trio: Digging Up Corpses
30: Chaotic Youth: Arms Race


Sunday, May 12, 2013

Koffin Kats In Edinburgh

Psychobilly/punk trio The Koffin Kats have been touring for most of the last 9 years racking up over 1200 gigs that has taken the Detroit band across the Mid West, North America and around Europe where they've played with The Meteors, Nekromantix and Mad Sin. They've made a name for themselves on the psychobilly touring circuit and are currently 22 days into their '90 Days Across Europe' Tour which brings them to Edinburgh pub venue Bannermans on June 12th for a headlining slot. Support comes from Bathgate punk band Buzzbomb and horror punkabilly cats The Brothel Corpse Trio. See ya there!







Sunday, May 05, 2013

Primal Scream

The new single from Primal Scream 'It's Alright. It's Ok' will be released on May 6th.
New album 'More Light' will follow a week later on May 13th
http://www.primalscream.net/

Thursday, May 02, 2013

AUDIO/VISUAL OPIATE

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Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Playlist: The Music I Shared My Teenage Years With.


Our teenage years are that section of the journey between 'departing childhood' and 'arriving at adulthood' where you are slowed to an eventual halt with delays expected to be lengthy, melodramatic and at times too overbearing for the tenderness of human fragility. No longer travelling, but now 'in transit' and in that 'neither here nor there' position is how you are to remain until normal service has returned, the journey resumed and the final destination gloriously arrived at. The time spent in this transient termination can sometimes run beyond what may be considered acceptable. And what once had a destination seems now to be wildly infinite, flippant, volatile, fucking frustrated, a gigantic self-destructive imbalance that constantly see-saws your spiralling emotions - because you're a dickhead anyway and if ever a dickhead deserved see-saw emotions then you're THAT dickhead - that FUCKING dickhead. But if you share your teenage traumas with pretty decent songs then it's a walk in the park, innit guvnor!


Monday, April 29, 2013

Little Green Machine



Every now and then comes a band so fucking loaded with talent and ideas and creative brilliance you immediately love them and at the same time you know, if they can hold it all together, that they have the potential to be massively successful. That band, for me, was Little Green Machine.I wrote about them in MUSIC NEWS SCOTLAND

Little Green Machine continue to cultivate a vibrant originality throughout this 4 track EP. Once again their catchy trademark style of rock is instantly likeable and the possibility of bigger things, on the evidence of this record alone, looks glaringly certain. Last year they procreated a stunning debut which demonstrated their proficiency in music. And now they’ve returned with a manifestation of musical textures and structuring. The perfect synthesis to its progenitor. Little Green Machine are a rather striking panorama of inventiveness. Consider them likely champions soon!

Then again just a few months later..

For a band who have played together less than a year Edinburgh indie rockers Little Green Machine are an impressive threesome.Already the darlings of the local gig circuit they now enhance that proficiency with distinctive ease on this 8 track EP. To label them similar to anyone remotely popular would feel insulting, and probably impossible. This is a style and genre that appears to be all theirs! A sound consummated by the deep seated copulation of uncontrived and necessity! Maybe Little Green Machine is the post-coital bliss and euphoria?Lyrically they are neither obvious nor twee. This is educated wordsmithery. Esoterical and largely personal. Street poetry from a soul that's seen life when it's good and when it's shit! Lyrics like ' when jealousy hits you, like cancer it spreads' on excellent opener Bus Shelter Blues and 'I'm looking forward to the summer, but it always rains' on Take The Money & Run are two examples of the nihilistic outlook of chief songwriter and front man Jack Sandison. This isn't a downside or setback, it's brilliant and real!Little Green Machine play music that grabs and never let's go. First class compositions of melodic offerings. Guitar driven vehicles of sound. Catchy, worthwhile rock n roll! They are in the que for great things! Check them out.

And just when you sensed the big leap forward was in their grasp...they split up. Devastating! Never have an unsigned band sounded as fucking good as this one did. May they rest easy, wherever they may roam, for the world could have been theirs. I still play the demo albums given to me for reviewing. They still sound flawlessly bang on!


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Filter: Video Trailer For New Album



The Sun Comes Out Tonight heralds the return of Marlette in the roles of producer and co-writer, and marks the introduction of Filter's newest addition, co-writer, and guitarist, Jonny Radtke. Hailing from Chicago, Illinois, Radtke's rapturous vocals and elegantly furious guitar playing mesh expertly with Filter's ambiance. "Jonny is the little brother-slash-guitar player I never had, he's just incredibly talented," Patrick affectionately admits. "Because of his talent and my connection with him, it was such a joy to make this album, it's a very inspired record. The chemistry was there. I really can't say enough about Jonny." Radtke's own predilection for rebellion and versatility are hallmarks of his own one-man musical project, the ethereal Polar Moon. Prior to joining Filter, Radtke's guitar stylings were best known for gracing the stage with his previous band, Kill Hannah, and the live incarnation of Ashes Divide, led by Billy Howerdel of A Perfect Circle.

Patrick proclaims, "It's a new guitar player, a new label - we're so grateful we signed with Wind-up Records, [label co-owner and Chief Creative Officer] Gregg Wattenberg is so supportive, the label is amazing; it's a whole new idea. It was so easy to be angry on this record, there are songs about betrayal and pure evil, there's so much heavy stuff [on this record] but there's moments of light, songs about happiness and love. It's our analysis of the human condition."

Tracks "What Do You Say", "This Finger's For You" and "We Hate It When You Get What You Want" seethe with vicious guitar riffs, blasting beats, Radtke's lilting background vocals, Patrick's gruff delivery, and captivating choruses that were made to sing along to. "With our first single, 'What Do You Say,' it's about all the noise - noise from the media, people talking and having so much to say but not really listening," Patrick thoughtfully states. One of the album's brightest moments of light comes courtesy of the shimmering, euphoric "Surprise," a track reminiscent of the delicate song structure that made runaway hit "Take A Picture" one of Filter's most beloved offerings. 

The whimsical "First You Break It" draws you in with lush guitars and surging harmonies. The lyrics for "Watch The Sun Comes Out Tonight" paint an intimate portrait of Patrick's adventures at age 22 wandering around under the influence of psilocybin in the chill of Cleveland, Ohio late at night. "We'd search for things to look at, something that would trigger a profound thought of some kind," Patrick recalls, "I love writing about those times; I was young and angry but optimistic at the same time. Gregg Wattenberg took all of what he loved about early Filter and reminded me of it, he was like, 'you need to get back there and do what you do!', I've always been about pressing forward and stretching my audience's imagination but there's got to be a point of reflection."

Album Review: Stone Sour

Stone Sour
'House Of Gold & Bones Part 2'
(Roadrunner Records)


Although better known for his throat shredding vocals as frontman with the barbaric metal degenerates Slipknot, Corey Taylor has in fact released more studio albums with Stone Sour regardless of that bands unfair reputation in certain quarters that they are nothing more than another musical outlet for Taylor’s so called multitudinous musical outpourings that can’t be accommodated by the one dimensional ‘raaaarrrrgh, raaaaaarrrrgh’ songs that characterize Slipknot. Masked or not, growling or harmonising, the man has a melodic singing voice that can brilliantly showcase his lyrical stories with great clarity and the correct amount of desired rage (should it be required) than, probably, the one many currently dare consider him to receive credit for. This is, believe it or not, the second part of a double concept album of which the first part ‘House of Gold and Bones Part 1’ was released in October 2012. So, following a slightly longer interlude than you’d maybe expect, comes the eagerly awaited sequel ‘House Of Gold And Bones Part 2’ 

Where ‘House Of Gold And Bones Part 1’ finished up –( with an enraged ‘until you give me what I want, you can’t stop me now’ on its closing track ‘Last Of The Real’) – the follow up album uses a different approach and, indeed, lulls a false sense of tranquillity on first song ‘Red City’ with minimalistic piano tinkering just below the engine of a haunting vocal that echoes and whispers before bursting through the soundscape with surprising viciousness for a number of seconds before returning back to its contented discord. There is more pace ahead though, and it gallops into view on ‘Black John’ which opens with some frazzled radio feedback before fleshing out into the pounding drums and screeching guitar work composition that Corey Taylor’s gnashing vocal snaps and rips at mercilessly. Next up ‘Peckinpah’ is more of the generic metal than anything else found here and it kicks and bucks and snorts with all the pieces metal brings. On ‘Stalemate’ they merge easy rock, metal and heavy rock together but, skilfully, none of the three appear together, letting one go ahead before pulling it back letting the next appear and again a third time, repeating the trick throughout. 

A standout track for sure is ‘Uncanny Valley’ with its subtle employment of acoustic guitars that somehow fabricate a richer, full bodied atmosphere for the main drag of the song without ever getting in the way of the tracks role. There’s catchiness and, almost, a fun element to ‘Do Me A Favor’ with its jaunty drumming, effective chant-a-long parts and hook filled guitar riffs which leads, with a marching drum and big piano keys, into ‘The Conflagration’ before ending with that favoured Stone Sour sound – on the title track. It’s difficult to imagine sometimes that the guy singing on this record is the very same chap who once roared the bile –drenched war cry ‘ I want to slit your throat and fuck the wound’ from beneath the masked monstrosity of his ‘other job’ and that’s the point I’d like to make – Corey Taylor is extremely convincing in either role – and maybe one is closest to the ‘real’ Corey than the other – and if wound intercourse is his thing then it sounds like the world’s greatest fetish/murder two-for-one activity you could dip into – and sure beats wearing your mums bra under your jumper while socialising with friends ( that’s really not a personal confession) Sure. Corey Taylor has had the ‘expected’ drug addiction, overdose, broken home requirements that seem to be a standard cause of today’s drama queen merchants – but he’s actually much more than that, and is in fact a pretty gifted individual who writes a decent song. Is this album better than its Part 1 brother? It’s a bit heavier I’d say, less theatrical, more tender…..and, as I’m required to be honest, a truly outstanding work of everything you’d expect from Corey Taylor.

*Published in Subba Cultcha*

Festival News

A bit less crowded than Glastonbury and without the T In The Park aggression this is a refreshingly tranquil festival swathed in the loveliest of atmospheres and even the main camping area is situated nice and close to the main stage ensuring you're never too far away from the action. The laid back, sponsor free aesthetic is nice to see - with stalls, local orchard cider, crazy golf, Punch & Judy and even a tent for the kids. It truly is a relaxed ambience with unity and peace being the tone. 

Dates are Fri 26th & Sat 27th July.
Tickets are priced £25 - £50 which can be purchased online and include weekend camping with extra charges for caravans and motorhomes. 

Cracking wee line-up too including
GHOSTPOET
ART BRUT
THE SKINTS
MOSCOW YOUTH CULT
THE FIRE BENEATH THE SEA
BLACK STROBE
REEPS ONE
and there's a few DJ's lined up to spin a few discs for those of you with St Vitus dance. 

Thanks to the team at Gilcombe Farm for the invite. I cant confirm or decline right now as my festival schedule hasn't yet been finalised. But if I can then I will.


And here we go, from one extreme to the other. The far busier Rockness has very quickly built itself a great reputation among festival goers and is considered by many to be Scotland's favourite festival. You can't argue with the location - sitting right on the banks of the iconic Loch Ness. It was, essentially, a dance/club dominated festival in the beginning but over the years the organisers have brought more and more of everything to the event and have managed to turn it into a far more eclectic gathering with enough genres represented to suit anyone. 

This year's line up includes
MADNESS
FATBOY SLIM
BOMBAY BICYCLE CLUB
PLAN B
THE VACCINES
ELLIE GOULDING
NEWTON FAULKNER
CAMERA OBSCURA
BASEMENT JAXX
and a load more besides. I'm told there are still more yet to be added to the line-up.

Rockness runs from Fri 7th - Sun 9th June
Tickets must be purchased from the online box office and are priced at
£139 for 3 Day Weekend Camping
£130 for 3 Day Weekend No Camping
£209 for 3 Day VIP Weekend Camping
£200 for 3 Day VIP Weekend No Camping
£59 for Single Day Ticket
£85 for Single VIP Day Ticket

It's been a couple of years since I was last at Rockness but possibly this year is once again my year. Thanks to Becky from the Rockness Media Crew for press invites. 



Sunday, April 28, 2013

Album Review: The Great Malarkey

The Great Malarkey
'Badly Stuffed Animals'

clamouring like sailors at the door of a dockside burlesque cabaret bar

Among the spit and sawdust opulence of backroom hedonistic rum bravado exists a swaggering waltz macabre theatre group flecked in dried blood, booze stained clothing and pickpocket eloquence gathered upon a crowded stage playing a crazy jumble of gypsy/folk/punk tunes, skewed sea shanties and a hybrid of guttural torment ditties as the swaying, sweat drenched occupants of the room jive in primitive approval. That scene isn’t real and I don’t know if it’ll ever be true – but should you ever find yourself entrenched in such a situation – the band on the tiny, overcrowded stage will be The Great Malarkey.

The ‘out there’ greatness of The Urban Voodoo Machine, but so much better. The bluesy unwashed vaudeville of Tom Waits, but so much funkier, and the high energy slap-dash of overactive imaginations, but so much murkier. No surprise then that debut album ‘Badly Stuffed Animals’ is a flawless work of under the stairs art. Lively opener ‘Moneybags’ clatters from the starting blocks all hyper-buzz and raucous turbulence kept in line nicely by the commanding potency of Alex Ware’s veering vocals, closely followed by the pier-end drenched music hall romp sound of ‘Merry Profits’ with, again, the plundering stimulation courtesy of Alex Ware as she dips, soars, caresses and rips the body of lyrics from among the madness of a spirited fiddle as it jostles for coughing distance with a host of various other instruments clamouring like sailors at the door of a burlesque dockside cabaret bar. The sultrier ‘Hold Me Back’ and infectious acoustic dominated duet ‘The Game Is Rigged’ scratch at the throat with parched notes. ‘A Whiskey Too Far’ staggers and drifts – the unpredictable miscreant harlot, cigarette dangling from a cherry lipstick mouth sputtering loaded vocabulary as she snakes her way through the bristling tavern of deckhands and drunkards.

As ‘Ha Ha Freak’ glides open upon a continental tinged accordion/banjo sea shanty dirge there comes hints of a darkness within the opening lyrics ‘bitches, brawlers, bastards, rogues, the time has come to tell of stories untold’ delivered in a menacing sneer of a lead vocal that further enhances the underbelly of vicious intent threading it’s way through every click of a half beat that hangs loud in the ghost of a silence. Upbeat, ska-fused ‘Badman’ is followed by the folk/gypsy campfire reel of ‘Buckets Of Blood’ and the trumpet led fast paced ‘Poor Against Poor’ and it’s bristling anger fuelled agitation….’take a swig of your champagne and have a rest….you jumped up tosser’. The final track ‘Cheers’ is a glasses raised, fists clenched final salute and goodbye to newly found friends as they sign off – the melancholic alcoholics lament. And there it ends, one of the most impressive collection of campfire, folklore, bar brawling, street crawling, rat-run, dark end alleyway tales ever stapled together in the same place. A serious Album of the Year contender from possibly the most creative gathering of gifted noise makers of the last 5 years.

*Published in Subba Cultcha*


Festival Memories (Part 1)


GLASTONBURY 1997

My first and currently my only Glastonbury Festival. It had its customary year off in 1996 which meant 1995 was the last time it had been held - and that one boasted Oasis, Pulp, The Prodigy, Jeff Buckley, Black Crowes, Supergrass, The Chemical Brothers, PJ Harvey and so much more. Of course, as most of us now know, Glastonbury 1997 became known as 'The Year Of The Mud' thanks to widespread flooding brought on by torrential rain leading up to the weekend, plunging us immediately knee-deep in it at some areas.



The one thing I remember about Glastonbury above all others is making my way back to my tent in the pitch black darkness of fri night/sat morning after watching The Prodigy grind to a halt after two songs due to technical problems which I'd followed up by going for a wander with 2 girls from Edinburgh I randomly met at some hippy stall. Anyway, I ended up losing touch with them somewhere near the actual end of the world and as I picked my way back across guy ropes, bodies and god knows, I fell down a hole which , it turned out, some guy had dug out ready to put a totem pole in to, but had decided to go for a lie down before positioning the pole, leaving a 5 foot hole uncovered....It felt like I was tumbling for hours, or 100 feet at least - maybe I'd fell down a rabbit hole and ended up in a land of magic?  Thankfully I was unhurt (though my pride was completely fractured) but falling down holes in the dark is the scariest experience ever.


Not sure if I can describe this next one as a memory but the headlining slot by Radiohead on the Pyramid Stage on Saturday night has been described as one of the greatest sets in the history of the festival and also considered the night Radiohead hit their creative peak, never again matching the brilliance of that night. There are official recordings, bootlegs and photographic souvenirs of this mindblowing musical happening...And where was I? Watching fucking Kula Shaker on the other stage because I thought they'd be the greater of both bands to witness. Knob! Knob! Knob! They were shit, their songs sounded shit, their guitar playing was shit....and Mr Crispian Mills you psychedelic charisma-drenched frontman......you were also shit! Only highpoint from that was bumping into Glaswegian punk girl Sarah-Jane and spending the rest of the night in her company. 'Why were you watching Kula Shaker'? she asked.......'Oh, I promised my 6yr old niece I'd get photos of them' I cheesed. 'Awww' said she......'Aye'  said me!

Bands I managed to see play
ASH
KULA SHAKER
RAY DAVIES
STEVE HARLEY
STEREOLAB
SUPERNATURALS
SUPER FURRY ANIMALS
BILLY BRAGG
ATTILA THE STOCKBROKER
LEVELLERS
ECHOBELLY


Coming Soon: The Wizard Festival (they came marching out of the woods and started fighting with everyone)

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Michele Ari



The history of music is, of course, cluttered with the disregarded, the misconstrued, the deserted, the never fully achieved and, worse, the supplementary subordinates who bring us nothing to celebrate but a harrowing reminder that money talks, baby, and like it or not the scatter-brained, vacillating mantra's that congest the airwaves of your radio, monopolise your music charts and dominate your television programmes are not there on merit (you're not that vapid surely?) No, this is conjecture before constraint, commerciality over art, or, in words we can best relate to, cash over credibility. See, our radio stations are controlled by probably 4 major labels who, in turn, create smaller labels (splinter groups still directly connected to the mother ship) and upon those smaller labels they will release music by their latest investment - and this is where we talk pounds/dollars not pence/cents - changing hands to 'buy' prime time playlist slots for their piece of shit that they've invested heavily in and therefore demand a healthy return thank you - at the expense of genuine, hard-working, naturally gifted musicians out there. It's a shameful exploitation of an industry that really has a lot more to be proud of, to offer, than the latest get-rich-quick merchants with a spare buck and a cutey pie tune on offer for the right person, or persons, to be the face of this already guaranteed meteoric rise to the top. How can it fail? You have the backing of one of the major 4 who, as already mentioned, have the whole fucking media in their back pocket! Win, win, kerching, kerching! The reason I depise the way a major label swoops in and takes a whole movement away is because I see the natural talent they leave behind. Now I do not in any way mean these remarks to be in any way derogatory to anyone - these are not my opinions - but what they consider marketable ( and this is surely a patronising swipe not only at how they perceive you but how they perceive humanity) are pretty girls with perfect teeth, perfect tits, suggestability (will she or wont she sleep with me) sultry off camera gaze, size zero with every rib cage protruding perfectly from paper skin awaiting your approval. And then the song - a 3 minute hook-laden anthem with a 'milk and water' lyrical content bereft of any linguistic ingenuity - the proven formula!

In my years as a reviewer I come across many bands/artists who have so much more to offer than this, so much more depth and long term, good time slabs of rock and fucking roll - but we dont get access to it if they aren't in bed with the money shakers. One such example of injustice is Michele Ari. Now I'm not sure exactly how many years I've known Michele (and we have become friends over the years - though we've never met in person yet) but I do know that the first time I reviewed her music was in 2006.
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Michele Ari
'85th and Nowhere'
With a voice like this her life was surely always going to take this path. What a tragic waste of such natural ability had it not! Michele Ari sings in a way that most people could only ever hope for. She has such melodic pull. A capability to evoke countless emotions. It’s a haunting almost. A subtle presence that gently ghosts you, yet so firm in it’s manifestation! It’s the perfect narrator for her lyrics, bringing an intensity of unquestionable depth! 85th and Nowhere is a 6 track mini album of considerable ambience. An inspired vehicle in which to introduce us to Michele. Opening song “My Sleeping Beauty” is an achingly heartfelt composition that seems to combine bitterness and poignancy together in uncontrived similarity. A penetrating insight I’m sure! Second track “Please” and third one “85th and Nowhere” have bounciness, good guitars and rock n roll drum beats. The former containing a lyrically acerbic outpouring of frustrating anger, and the title track, with a new wave kinda feel to it, finds Michele sounding like Deborah Harry did when she was at her best in the 80’s .Nevermind is a call to arms for reckless abandonment and self indulgence and it’s all wrapped up and complimented by excellent guitar riffs. But the gorgeous ballad “Pretty” is where her voice is most powerful. A full and infiltrating richness so overwhelming and formidable nothing could ever possibly distract from this! The album closes with the acoustic, summertime sounding jangle of “1000 Kisses” and it’s lyrical leanings that suggest someone is falling in love, or at least liking someone enough to want to kiss them 1000 times. It’s an endearingly lovely smiley joyous song and an inspired choice to end on! Michele currently resides in America but is in the process of relocating to London. I think England’s shores may possibly allow itself a warming smile at the thought of her arrival.

And I meant every word, I will never be the type of reviewer who complements every single record he writes about just because 'he's a nice person' no - I take my position far too seriously for that - and, thanks to my education, I know a million different ways of saying 'this record is shit' and still manage to keep it interesting over 300 words and I have used such weaponry on many an occasion though never, as yet with Michele Ari. When she released 'Uncharted Territory' in 2012 I was proud to be there again, this time to tell people how much she had actually developed and grown, and was continuing to do so, at an impressive rate, with every heartbeat.
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Michele Ari
'Uncharted Territory'

The girl will one day be the star making you sit up and listen to her songs. Why this is not already a fact of life is a dizzying perplexity. With confidence I have championed the absolute existence of her abilities on many occasions and remain as convinced now as then that her arrival on the ‘bigger’ stage is imminent. She can no longer be ignored when making music like this. She is far too listenable to exist in the peripheries and is certainly a kick and a shove better than some of the one-trick ponies who manage to infiltrate our lives and trudge insignificant humdrum psycho-babble through our speakers when they have no business doing so. Of course, it’s the quick hit money merchants closing ranks and opening doors for the latest cash cow to preen, prance and cajole the easily pleased long enough to generate enough ugly dollars for them before leading her/him/them/it over the nearest mountain to tumble in to the ‘surplus to requirements’ ocean below - sinking without a trace and leaving no memory. If Michele Ari does not crash into your life - the proper, well earned way with this EP - then we are a planet of slack-jawed morons born without ears - or fucking sense! Please do not let the precious cargo of our rock & roll music become cluttered with reality show dullards and plastic surgery wannabes who shall do anything for their career (except write their own songs) They wont care long enough to still love you in the morning but Michele shall be there to love you, make breakfast, do the washing up, have intelligent conversations with and come back to you, just to you, every moment of the rest of your life. So grab her curvaceous resonance while you have the chance and thank your lucky stars for that - or you’ll be left upon the shelf with the shallow, the fatties and the mono-syllabic wallflowers. And I know you’d hate the shame of that wrong choice, eh! 

As always, the new EP Uncharted Territory whips up a feisty hurricane of post-punk, indie rock, new wave, mod pop au jour across 5 tracks. This time though, more than previous outings, the emotional conflicts Michele has been at battle with are clearly laid out in wounds, victories, lessons learned and lessons forced. On the catchy, yet backbiting . Wounded Man there is an almost contemptuous loathing for the unnamed cause of her bile as she muses ‘on your knees you were humbled’ all neatly sound tracked with a stunning indie/new wave, victorious ’fuck you’skip (consider Kirsty MaColl twinned with Martha Wainwright) The weapons of mass destruction are laid down for the purposes of the title track and a more sentimental, almost pleading desire for something new and unsullied distracts her as she almost begs you to ‘come on don’t ignore me, it’s uncharted territory’ - her honesty and her humanity ( a desire to be loved or at least understood) is something every one of us is born with but don’t convey it so humbly - or so cleverly. 

Her greatness for writing a good, uncomplicated song manifests itself with glory - the best thing on the EP - Little Wars deals with (in my opinion) the breakdown in adolescent relationships and all the ferocious violating of the others feelings which that brings ‘the fights and the breakdowns, the crashes and the shakedowns, these little wars’ but, once again, narrated to such an intelligently crafted, hook ridden post-punk/garage pop body of music you wonder if her vitriol is a joke or a deliberate nonchalant head-tossing weapon designed to drive the earner of such words to utter despair. Either way it’s a beauty. On the slower Live Without This we are introduced to a spirited tenacious intent to hike through something that once meant everything but now means nothing . The song begins immediately at the start of a discussion - ‘what does that mean, is that any way to start?’ - and slaloms onwards through the disappearing relationship and the realisation you can only make so many allowances in the name of love, and you’ve used them all up with nothing left to justify still being around. The EP closes with the frivolous seductive beats of Real - a song that makes you think you know what’s on offer but then punishes you for being so one dimensional - it’s possibly unquestionably cool yet bizarre. Clever goodness.Uncharted Territory is a great collection of emotive, well composed, earthy rock & roll songs with that indie edge that’s always been a massive part of the Michele Ari sound. Her creative fire has been re-fuelled and she sounds stronger both figuratively and literally. There is a natural , effortless easiness to what most definitely wouldn’t be effortless or easy. She’s been through the wars - and this is her story. Intimate, confessional and bittersweet. Maybe music like hers never existed until right now - but regardless, here it is, and it sounds like something new to me.


Such was my admiration for her hard-working rock & roll honesty, the sheer determination to be recognised for the human being she was born to be it began to frustrate ME possibly as much as it did her that again and again she was overlooked by blinkered A&R men with specific instructions to hunt out one kind of particular human being with one specific marketable asset! I interviewed Michele earlier in the year and we discussed some of those things
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Michele Ari Interview  


When you struggle past the barbie doll lyrics, candy floss tunes and patronising dance moves you very quickly find people like Britney Spears have fuck all else to offer. Such vapid, money making mediocrity must, surely, be the kiss of death to any other solo American female artists who haven't firmly established themselves within their own rock n roll zenith. But as unsigned champion of DIY's singer/songwriter discord, Michele Ari has continually proved - as your peers but remain glaringly overlooked even when proving damned hard to write off. 

Descriptive lyrical observations sketch out another nameless protagonist documented on the dramatics of a song. Delving into the beating heart of the human condition with such an indulgent romanticism for the narration of what swings from crippling confessional outporings to brutal insecurities worsened under the glare of being showcased so publicly. Writing songs that you know will be heard by others, is surely such a solitary pursuit, and no business for the introvert. And the music - a series of reference points from where it  derived from. The jarring post-punk edginess which brings an urban rock fanzine kinda shimmer to the very aesthetics of all she stands for. Blurred together with feral garage moments and skipping indie jauntness. Even sweet stringed, heart wrenching backdrops can be pulled from such ‘tough as nails’ euphonies for the purposes of poignant, forlorn ballads. This is everything - from recognisable radio transmissions of the distant past to bang up to date rock & roll. Catchy, riff laden songs possibly too quixotic for mainstreams ignorant claims of incandescent grandeur - a short lived, dictated shelf life anyway that no serious musician would be comfortable wallowing in. With Michele Ari it’s her seamless changes of direction, the genuine desire for making music she was born to. That’s the moments that remind me just how accomplished she really is. Scrunched up messiness and euphoric, wide eyed prettiness - she’s all of that, with the intensity of a snarling tiger for a soul. 

You’ve received favourable mentions in the UK music press on many occasions which is a great achievement for an unsigned artist from America who hasn’t yet set foot on British soil. How difficult is it to try and keep that momentum going when you’re so far away? 

Thank you. If you consider how difficult it can be to get out your art just around the block you will have your answer. I'll never forget the day I got my hard copy of my first glossy interview in the mail. It was in an internationally distributed music magazine from the UK. I showed it to some guys who worked at a record shop in Nashville where I was living at the time. My CDs were in the "local" section which is generally where dust likes to hang out and one of the guys said he doesn't push our stuff because "local music doesn't sell." I suggested moving it to the "Just happens to live here" section. I could get played on Radio One by someone who interviewed Pete Townsend but not get into a Nashville music festival that I could walk to. So, the difficulty has been more of how to make my mark in both places, or all places, when I am just one person and I'm funding everything alone. I've recently moved to NYC to remedy my southern blues but it's come with a price tag. Raising your cost of living is about the dumbest thing you can do as an artist but the south
just wasn't cutting it for me as much as I miss the fresh air. I needed to be somewhere more progressive and accepting of new ideas and although Starbucks has taken over every corner of the city there is still some bite to the place if you know where to look and I think that I do. 

You’ve released two mini albums/EP’s to date so far and, with a new single, a third is on the way. Was the writing process different on each record?

Yes and no. The place from which I write is always the same. It all comes from the soul and even a collaboration is all under my direction. My ability to cut to the chase has improved and the "muscle" I use to write with has become more developed. As time passes I live more life to write about and learn things that open up new viewpoints to write from and about. To prove to myself I could do it alone my second EP 'mal a' propos' was all me. I collaborated on the new material for "Uncharted Territory" but by then I had the confidence to prove or not prove anything at will. Who knows what I will do next? I would love to write with all kinds of people then return on my own, rinse, repeat sort of thing. It’s all exploratory and always experimental. I never want to make the same song or record twice. I don't want to bore people though of any accusation leveled at me "boring" has not been one of them. It’s always an uphill fight for unsigned musicians trying to get themselves and their music noticed by the right people and for the right reasons.

How tough is it to crack America for people like you? Is there a tried and tested circuit that A&R men frequent when searching for something new ignoring anything or anyone not gigging at those particular places?

It is an uphill battle, and I don't think there is a tried and tested circuit, but I don't determine any of my actions by the norms of the day. You can check back with me on my death bed to find out if I was right or wrong about this. I try not to be swayed by press and bar talk because today's "next big thing" could be tomorrow's horror story. I wish people well but I have been bar stools next to people who just got let go from their label or who went on some hot tour and fell apart or got fired. It's not pretty. The whole thing is very arbitrary. What works for one person may not work for another. It would be nice if there was just one answer but in my experience it is not the case. For all I know it takes a thousand little answers to answer the big question and I may have already gotten a few right. I think a bigger problem is that too many are willing to accept mediocrity—because there is money behind advertising it—than one should. That's the kind of thing I just need to ignore or it will upset me. If people want to listen to Black Eyed Peas they can. I don't know that many words that rhyme with "party" so they can have that share of the market if they like.

I know that your plans to come to the UK a few years ago fell through quite dramatically at the last minute. Do you still intend to make it here eventually or is that no longer a priority for you? 

It is a priority that sits in the pit of my heart repeatedly stabbing me till I bleed—should you want insight into the drama. I accepted bad advice to fly on a one-way ticket and buy the return later. In our post 9/11 world that sets red flags flying and, as I am not a terrorist, I simply didn't think to cover my bases in that way. Trying to convince immigration that I was a nice girl was futile. The interview process was unwinnable as their minds were made up. They held me behind guarded doors and then shipped me back. It was really ugly and depressing. I had no choice but to persevere and so I moved to Nashville, toured, released another EP and am now in NYC doing it again. I'll get to the UK. I'm certain of it. Until then I got everyone back with the song "Little Wars" which will be on "Uncharted Territory."

You’re a big fan of the music scene in the UK. Who is the UK equivalent of you, musically?

I hope nobody though I've come to realize I move onstage much more like Richard Butler than I do any female in music that I know of. I had not been cognizant of it before I saw them live recently and there it was—in the body of a man. Perhaps mine is not a direct steal but a similarity rooted in similar wavelengths. I'd say I come from a Furs/Smiths/Costello/Bush lineage more than Spice Girls or Coldplay. Really though, I don't want to be "just like" anyone or "the next so and so." People can be "just like" Michele Ari if they want but not the other way around.

You are your own manager, booking agent, press officer, tour manager, pr and promoter. Such versatility must wear you out? Does it all get in the way of the other parts of your life, which also rely on your input? 

Completely sometimes. More than the versatility the big factor is the one people don't see which is the human one. The amount of volatility, emotion and, let's face it, total insanity you can have surrounding you is often the largest distraction besides financial ones. My story as an artist is no different from any other artist's story in this way and I am lucky to be surviving it at all. I hear a lot of stories from artists who have  quit, some overtly and some covertly. I know why people feel that way. I have days that are just dreadful. This is a tricky bit and I think the more you stick your neck out the more likely you are to have your head chopped off. Some carelessley call these things "bad luck" but I call it the chance you take and the price you have to pay to. In the end it's only a head. When did you first begin to seriously realise that being a musician was actually all you wanted to do? Day one. I had a lot of ambition and smarts and, sadly, that's just not that cool when you are a kid. If not for my intense interest in music I never would have made any friends. Like every other outcast I sought out the "freaks" and thank god for that because I was utterly out of place anywhere else. I always knew I was different but it took me a while to figure out why and be OK with it. While I loved my family I saw suburbia as a prison. It worked on me ceaselessly and my frustrations with it ran perpendicular to my goals as an artist. I did many other things in the arts to pacify myself until one day the elephant that had been in the room all along trampled me. That was when I was forced to face facts and boy was I in for a thrill ride! It took living some life to really understand for myself that the only way to live life fully and to be happy is to be who you are even if who you are challenges others, something I've come to realize is not my problem. I'm not a lot of fun at Tupperware parties as you might imagine.

If you could have anyone you wanted in your band who would they be – pick a drummer, a guitarist and a bass player? 

I don't know how I could settle on just a handful. More than anyone famous what I like are people who are pleasant to be around. I'd even take a lesser player if the better one was a bigger jerk. Skills can be acquired and talents honed if someone basically has the goods. Teaching someone how to be a decent person, if it does not come naturally to them, generally gives one the equivalent of that horrible constant barb-making family on "Everybody Loves Raymond." Rock and roll is not necessarily about having the best player. It's about having the most passionate. Those are the ones I want to be around because the more passionate they are the better they will want to be without anyone asking that of them. That said, is Paul Weller free by chance? 

What influences you both musically and in general?

What really inspires me is the writing process itself. By the time I sit down I have already had, observed or imagined an experience and it has its own value to me. But when putting it to paper and music you can fully control the situation, twist and bend it if you like, find tones to match the mood, give it a happy ending, give someone better qualities than they really had or turn them into a monster or be able to say something you weren't quick enough to say right in that moment. That is a gas. In general what inspires me is the human 
condition. It is the most fascinating stuff and provides an unending source of commentary, supposition and wonder. 

If your career were to end tomorrow would you regret a single part of it? 

All things considered, I'm pleased with what I have accomplished thus far even though it isn't anywhere near enough. This started as a "Field of Dreams" proposition. I have been building it. Some people have come. I would like to see more because I feel very passionately that I've got something of real value to offer if only more people knew about it. I know this because people who listen to my music come back with very thoughtful things to say about it and because the allies I have are deeply loyal and supportive. Regret is one of the worst emotions because it says "I was wrong" when in that moment you were certain you were right and that you did your best. You can't build a life by coddling or promoting what is "wrong" about you or what others find disagreeable about you. I think you can only build a life by strengthening what is right about yourself because we may be more right than we think.  

What 10 words best describe the person you are? 

I am Miss 'Tries Very Hard' and not Miss 'Perfect'. 

Do you have anything you’d like to say before this interview ends? 

God Save the Queen?




So there we have it. Just one of many genuine talents overlooked by the industry because they have an attitude and a presence that can't be re-worked, that WONT be re-worked by money loving con-artists. The utter wankers who reach out to control every bit of what you hear and what you read. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe she doesn't have what it takes, but I don't like being wrong and I don't get myself into the position of being wrong if i can help it which is why if I'm not 100% convinced that my opinion is correct then I certainly wont write it down in a public place to be documented. Anyway - can everyone be wrong...?


Probably the most important artist you have not heard yet.
-The Manila Standard, Philippines, Mondo Castro

Far more than just a framework for a voice... the listener is left in no doubt that this is a musician who has much to add to the world of music
Tim Whale
Indie Bands Blog, UK Review

It’s an ep that makes the listener aware of just how gifted Michele Ari is. And this stuff is catchy enough to be on the radio, though has enough edge to be taken seriously
. -Anna Marie Stjarnell, Editor
-Collected Sounds, Sweden Review 

With so much faith placed in transitory fame these days, it's a relief to encounter an artist who tells it straight.
-Bluesbunny, Glasgow Review

...Enigmatic lyrics and the vintage left-of-the-dial rhythms
 -Jakob Dystra
-Girl Posse, Review 





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