Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Soooooo great to see Brum's very own KIOKO knocking 'em dead at Glasto on the ruddy telly. I've been watching this lot in various incarnations for about 10 years now (pretty sure they were still at school then...I...er...was a little older). They've gigged like crazy over the last decade, kept at it and now, hopefully, it's all finally paying off. We need proper crowd pleasing life affirming br-ass shaking bands like this in our lives right now and in there's any justice in the world - which clearly there is after Iceland rightfully whooped the England football squad - KIOKO'll be on the Pyramid Stage next year. Failing that maybe they could replace the England football squad...hmmm, now there's a thought.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Loving this right now, yet another awesome Welsh musician that floats my cwch (that's the Welsh for boat by the way...at least I hope it is). With a little Deep Purple, a little Roxy era Bryan Ferry and some Gorky's Zygotic Mynci thrown in for good measure it's a little odd pop gem. I daresay he's playing festivals and touring all over the place in support of critically acclaimed album 2013, yep, here we go but predictably there's no Exeter date...balls.
Monday, June 20, 2016
Sad news over the weekend with the passing of PM Dawn's Prince Be at just 46 years old. For an all too brief period PM Dawn were a refreshingly different hip hop outfit trading in general blissed out positivity and good time vibes (and we could sure as hell do with some of them right now) as opposed to pointless posturing with...ahem...'bitches' and 'bling'. Although he'd been ill for some time, suffering a stoke and losing a leg to diabetes, 46 is no age at all (I should know) and it's yet another sad loss to the musical world this year. Anyway here's another trio of classics but pretty much all of their back catalogue's worth a listen:
Friday, June 17, 2016
You might not thank me for this but I’ve just been introduced to the world of Richard Cheese, an American lounge singer who covers a bewildering range of songs/genres and who’s so far clocked up 20 albums of the stuff. I find these kind of cover versions endlessly fascinating (see also PostmodernJukebox), especially the ones that somehow seem to reveal some other angle to the lyrics (or actually make the lyrics intelligible), although maybe that says more about the way that my mind works than anything else. Anyway, here's a trio...a platter if you will...of Cheese’s best bits. Enjoy.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Every time I see the statistics it still shocks me so they’re worth repeating no matter how often you’ve seen them...the biggest cause of death in men aged 20-45 is suicide and 78% of all suicides are committed by men. Shocking, right? You could probably write a dissertation on the reasons and this little blog isn’t the time or place for it but one thing’s pretty clear, talking about the shit that’s driving you towards ending it all is, at the very least, well worth a try. There are plenty of stories of men and women being talked down from tall buildings or rushed into hospital to have whatever they’ve swallowed pumped out of them who then, with lots of help and support, go on to live the kind of happy and fulfilling lives that they deserved in the first place. I’m not judging by the way. I get it. I understand that sometimes things just seem pretty hopeless and suicide seems oh so much more appealing than trying to claw yourself out of whatever mess you’re in...or think you’re in. The trouble is though (as many wiser souls than me have observed) suicide’s a very permanent solution to what's generally a temporary problem. There is help out there though. If you’ve got mates talk to them. What’s the worst that can happen? If you don’t feel like confiding in the people you know and love then try the Campaign Against Living Miserably (CALM), a wonderful website and phone service dedicated to preventing male suicides. It’s a charity of course, the Government’s too busy spending millions on referendums, but one way you can help and get something cooler than a penguin in a deep freeze is by buying this ruddy awesome Till Deaf Do Us Party Records compilation. There ain’t a duff track on there but I can particularly recommend The St Pierre Snake Invasion, Classically Handsome Brutes and Happy Accidents. Suicide sucks, this comp doesn’t. It’s simple. Buy it. Thanks.
Monday, June 13, 2016
Monday mornings eh? Eh? Eh??? Who needs ‘em? Thankfully this landed in my ears via that lovely Mr Facebook and it’s practically guaranteed to shake off even the mightiest hangover/impending feeling of dread/ soul crushing sense of despair (delete as applicable...if you’ve got all three seek immediate medical attention or just head for the nearest Spoonies). Fresh from the clearly fertile loins of new Black Country trio Balaban and the Bald Illeagles it’s a neat blend of rock and post punk with a gutsy vocal and lyrics dripping in righteous anger. Bonus points for slotting in the word ‘nuances’ too, when was the last time you heard that in a song eh? Exactly. Anyway, play it loud, play it often. This is a good ‘un.
Thursday, June 09, 2016
Apparently originally conceived as a "fake girl band" (I'm assuming it was the band that was fake not the girls) for an art project Dream Wife worked so well that the trio decided to try it for real and the resulting stuff has a neat pop/riot grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl feel to it. This little number's probably the pick of the bunch so far. Reminds me a little (just a little mind you) of pre-makeover Fuzzbox...