Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Friday, November 30, 2007

This Is England


Shane Meadows’ film ‘This Is England’ is all about the shift in what it was to be a skin head in the eighties. Originally, I didn’t know this but skin heads came from the working class of Britain who worked, mainly the docks, with black guys, and they’d take them along to their clubs and play them their music and pretty soon the two cultures combined and intertwined. The ideals of the skinhead originated in unity and mutual respect, not in racism or violence. However, in ‘This Is England’ as Meadows shows the pressures of the early eighties start to distort these ideas. I know that the early eighties were hard for a lot of people. The Falkland’s war for one, cause tension much like the current Iraq situation does, a war streamed back into the living rooms of every home showing the death of many of our soldiers for which was a dispute of a lump off land just off Argentina. You had Margret Thatcher in power, seemingly on her last legs till a triumphant war campaign pulled her through the polls. The miner strikes, the 3 day weeks, the riots the poll tax the middle class divide gather pace and distance from the workers of the country. And like any country where there’s unrest, there are always people who take the opportunity to push their own distorted bigotry on those people who are down on their luck and looking for a way out of it all. My mum and dad were both made unemployed during the eighties, and to be honest I don’t think my dad ever recovered from it all. He used to design machines for agriculture things that would separate out different grades of vegetables that would be as big as warehouses, and he did that for twenty years with his dad, and then the 3 day weeks hit and the work wasn’t there anymore cause, people couldn’t afford to buy the machines. My mum lost her job, working at an advertising agency because they needed to cut back on staff, and well, my mum was a woman in the early eighties, she was dispensable. And then I came along, right when they really couldn’t handle having an extra child more. Zoe was being bullied for being a white girl in a predominately Asian school, which was resolved with (I swear this is true, despite sounding like something off the tv) well my dad drove onto the school playground, handbrake turned right in front of the group who were destroying my sister and slammed the guy onto his bonnet and promised that if he continued it was quite possible to be even more mental than he currently was being. To think if you did that now my dad would be in a maximum security category prison with rapists.

But yes, in short the eighties isn’t the image that’s always portrayed in film and television. You always seem to see people in shiny suits, carrying suitcase sized mobiles with slicked back hair. I think ‘This Is England’ shows a much more realistic idea of 80’s Britain. So the plot, a young boy who’s father has died in the Falklands finds solace and acceptance in a group of young skin head boys and girls. They go out, he feels accepted and begins to feel he has a place. The opening segment is interspersed with a blistering soundtrack and shockingly good cinematography, it makes the plane look idyllic. I think I was mostly impressed with this, he managed to make the everyday idiosyncrasies of life seem beautiful and have a grander feel to them, it hit home to me. I love the beauty of the fish and chip shot, the neon light. The underground walkway mosaics, the forgotten factories and brick walls. This tone doesn’t continue for long though as the calm is interrupted by the former gang leader, back from 3 years in prison and with a renewed passion for what’s right and what’s wrong. He’s decided that the immigrants influx into the country is the route of all the country’s problems and that he needs to “fight for it back”. He splits the group in two, half go, and half stay, unfortunately the young lad stays, seeing him as a sort of authoritive father figure almost. Moved by motivational talks by the National Front he soon collects a band of brothers, intent on cleansing his neighbourhood, which is quite shocking and thought provoking theatre. You notice the shots fade into grey as the story dwindles into this post fascism, and the previously peppy soundtrack moves into the deeply sensitive notes of Ludovico Einaudi. A modern day composer, and in my mind an utter genius, it was an extremely nice surprise to hear him, but his music sat extremely well with the story, bleak yet provocative, not content with you slipping away into the moment impassively like so many theatrical scores, it merely highlighted the ideas being put forward. The pre-curser to the ending of the film is extremely shocking, I was shocked, I didn’t see it coming and it was handled in a way that I was just silent afterwards. Combo (the old gang leader) invites Milky, a black gang member back to his, soon he moves onto questioning him, the questions turn into interrogation and soon overwhelmed by his answers and heavily drugged he brutally beats him to death in front of Shaun, before cowering over the body rocking and crying with him in his arms. The power that this scene can’t be palpitated, it’s immense, it’s an utter break down and violence like I’ve never seen on screen, even though you don’t see any of the blows. You see it from Milky’s perspective, and therefore is utterly harrowing as an experience to watch.

So yes, I’d recommend This Is England, it’s bloody ruddy good.

Monday, November 26, 2007

I declareuth.

That Mike Oldfield - In Dulci Jubilo makes me want to dance around my lounge on Christmas day like I were 6 or 7 again, not really understanding what was going on, but knowing that it was all we'd done in school for what seemed like forever and that everyone at home was happy and I was getting presents and the kitchen smelt amazing.

No matter how hard you try I don't think you can enjoy Christmas as innocently as a child.

This year I shall indeed try however!

Friday, November 23, 2007

Hello, hello? It's me, Picasso.

Fucking bastard shitting fucking fuck fuck fuck FUCK. I fucked my English Language assignment, 4 marks off a pass. The fucking bastard could have at least given me a pass so I could fuck off and spend my time doing sometime I came to university to do in the first place, rather than this stupid fucking system where you have to try everything to get a ‘flavour for it’. No. I don’t want to any more. I’ve had a taste, it’s bitter as fuck and I don’t like it. But yet I have to do it, because to carry on to the next year of my English LITERATURE course I have to have passed a drama, sociology and Language module. It’s fucking madness. If they want to make literature students have a taste of something they’ve not come to do why the hell are they marking you to the point where if you don’t pass the modules you don’t get to progress to the parts of the course you actually came to do. I’m irate, I’m utterly devastated. I got a mark equivalent to a first on my fiction hand in, and I fail Language. The idiots on the top floor will see this mark, um and ar and stroke their beards before finally announcing that ‘my yes, he does seem to be getting a first pass in his literature module, however when it comes to Lexis and Syntax language understanding he simply doesn’t cut the mustard, how can we allow him to carry onto his straight literature course’. Makes me want to spit and scream. However I can’t. So for this next assignment I must increase my score I think by 10 or 15 marks. I’m going to shut myself away, consult with the lecturer, ask him to recommend books, send him first, second and third drafts, get him to help me craft this into the best fuck off essay I’ve ever written it’ll probably bore the shit out of me, and out of anyone other than him who’s going to read it but woop-de-doo once it’s done I’m fucked off out of it, I’ll be with my heroes and my comrades talking morals and ethics and finding new ways to believe in things. The language kids can keep treading their tired old path. My course matter changes every time someone turns the page, that’s immensely powerful. You can’t explain that with convention.

In other news I’m going to dress up like a pirate and go to my Student Union for the first time since freshers, even though it’s only over the road. I’m lazy and it’s usually empty. I just don’t want to be on my own tonight, because I’ve already cried to my mum over the phone about this, and I’m listening to Elliott Smith and that’s just not constructive.

I’m going to go to Birmingham tomorrow to buy presents for Nathalie, and my mum who’s awkward enough to have her birthday a weekish before Christmas. And for anyone else I can think of. Apparently there’s a German market on, so if it’s not a million pounds there might be something nice there worth getting too.

I’m just looking forward to going home and having Christmas and seeing everyone again. I was fine before this happened, it’s just fucked it all. Fucking fucked it.

Sighs and weeps.

Cheer me and you with some O-Zone - Dragostea din tei

A fantastic song, which when translated makes very little sense.

"You want to leave but you don't want don't want to take me,
Don't want don't want to take me,
Don't want don't want, don't want to take me.
Your face and the love from the linden trees,
And I remember your eyes."

Well why yes of course? I understand you Romania, ten four! The lyrics don't matter, get drunk or happy in which ever you chose. I'm going for chips. Shout the lyrics, numa numa yay, and you're in and around the right ball park.

Goodnight

x


Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Soulwax - New Album

The title in full -

"most of the remixes we’ve made over the years except for the one for einsturzende neubauten because we lost it and a few we didn’t think sounded good enough or just didn’t fit in length-wise. but including some that are hard to find because either people forgot about them or just simply because they haven’t been released yet. a few we really love. one we think is just ok. some we did for free. some we did for money. some just for ourselves without permission and some for friends as swaps but never on time and always at our studio in ghent.”"

It's a bit bass heavy, but all in all preeeeetty nice. Although, cause they've taken their sweet time, half the songs they remix aren't particularly relevant anymore?

Conclusion, don't ask me to describe music.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Anthony isn't dead.

He's done a lovely cover of Knockin' On Heaven's Door


I am a link, click me to here what I'm talking about.


Saturday, November 3, 2007

Underneath the covers.

I'd rather be in bed.

But I have work to do, but before I do I'll get my internetting out of the way...I mean you have to don't you? You do your internet rounds to make sure that no one desperatly wants to talk to you before you plow in and cut yourself off from the world? Right? It's not just me?

I think it probably isn't just me, but more than likely it's me and a very low percentage of people.

Well today I shall be listening to Anthony and the Johnsons whilst working, as someone just bad mouthed 'them' as being a 'bit of a fad'. Firstly it's a him and hired chello, violin, brass and drum monkeys and secondly he's lovely.

Fistful of love shall have some part to play at my wedding, even if I have to sing it in my head. My head is a very effective Mp3 player, I've got at least 50gb up there.

Love and misses.

x

Friday, October 26, 2007

Soulwax & 2 Many DJs


Tomorrow. 9 till 6. Should be E-pic.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

However

Things stopping me from throwing myself to the mercy of rabid dogs...

Tickets to Hamlet this August bank holiday.
David Tennant as Hamlet.
Very near mine and Nathalie's two years.
Should be sublime, lovely seats, corker.


And, Patrick Wolf - Finalé show, Sheperd's Bush Empire 20th December.
Night in London, nearly Christmas.
Awesome.


See what I meant about oppertune moments?

N'night, tired head.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

People try and hide the light underneath the covers.




Every now and again I’ll listen to Arcade Fire –Funeral. As an album it’s a stunning piece of work, but partly the reason which I love it so much is because it’s just packed with happy feelings. I got the album roughly just as spring was starting to be punctuated by summer. I’d broken up messily with Jennifer and I pretty much moped and twitted around aimlessly for months as is my way, I think I thought that I was being cool by wandering listlessly around doing nothing in particular.

The nothing in particular meant staying in a lot on weekends. I was 17, probably could have gotten into clubs but couldn’t afford it even if I’d got past the door. I really was skint, very very. It seems strange looking back on that now because somehow back then I could make ten pounds work for me so well, yet now I spend that on a hat. Regardless, I was super skint, super boring and pretty much super depressed.

Whilst watching Jools Holland, I happened upon a band, there were loads of them, they were dressed up smartly, spoke politely and played their first song, Power Out with passion and gusto, “more from them later” kept me from going to bed and kept my attention fixed upon my televisual box. As shallowly did the pretty blonde violinist. Regardless, for their finale they played Rebellion (Lies). I think it took 5 seconds for me to decide that this would be my favourite song in a long time, I hit record. I went on to watch that video numerous times, I knew what must be done.

I spent £12 pounds on a little paper card covered album, with gold embossed. It felt like a golden ticket, I pondered it on the bus back, what would it sound like? Would the other songs be as good? I noted that Rebellion (Lies) was to be the second to last track.

I scuttled up to my attic, hot and bright but the only place I could play music loudly uninterrupted, and I needed no diversion, this album I had decided must be heard from start to finish.

I’m no good at describing music, but it’s sumptuous. And it evokes new emotions from me every time I listen to it, currently, writing this Crown of Love has new resonance. (But I’ll square with you; I’m still waiting for Rebellion Lies). Nothing much changes. That’s not even slightly true, everything’s changed for me since I first heard this album and fleeting happiness has been exchanged for lasting smiles, my heart is open and my head is held high.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Suppose I kept on singing love songs.

I think this is really quite beautiful.

Regina Spektor - Fidelity

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All of these voices
I hear in my mind all of these words
I hear in my mind all of this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
when it breaks my heart

Suppose I never, ever met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never, ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never, ever saw you
Suppose you never, ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course it's gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better better better better better better better

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All of these voices
I hear in my mind all of these words
I hear in my mind
All of this music
And it breaks my heart
And It breaks my heart

I hear in my mind
All of these voices
I hear in my mind all of these words
I hear in my mind
All of this music
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
and It Breaks my Heart
when it Breaks my heart
but it breaks my heart
when it breaks my heart
breaks my heart
and it breaks my heart
and it breaks my heart
and it breaks my heart
and it breaks my heart


Sunday, October 7, 2007

Tiny Dancer

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand.

From the second you fit yourself into the glorious opening piano riff you feel at home in Elton’s voice, where he’s going where he’s from and where he wants to take you. It’s a shame he’s such a figure of fun now a days, but in all fairness he doesn’t really help out his fans on that notion much at all.

It’s a love song written by Bernie Taupin, Elton’s lyric writer. For while John possessed some of the finest soul golden lined pipes in all of the 70’s he couldn’t transfer that to words at all. He and Bernie marauded the US touring and writing, producing untold amounts of music, they were simply prolific. This song symbolises Bernie and John coming together, doing what they do best and creating a mother God of a song.

I don’t know, listen to it and try not to think about his fashion directions and you’ll be fine.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

I don't like needles.

It’s roughly half past one in the morning and I’m sitting in the lounge watching Trainspotting for the first time ever, and it’s really quite good, I’ve got the feeling I’m going to have to read the book, which I’ve heard is all done with local dialect Glaswegian and that sounds most fun.

It’s a proper old vhs copy borrowed from Nathalie rediscovered during some packing of boxes for the moving day which is in a few days time, most excited for that I’ve obviously got a strange streak to my personality where in lies a desire to pack things away into boxes and label them. Also hovering, I had great fun moving sofas and hovering today, I think it just works when it’s not my house I’m having to tidy up and such. I also like mowing lawns, even though the smell of freshly mowed lawn gets right into my lungs and sets my asthma off a treat. It’s just nice watching something go from unruly to having lovely symmetrical lines within half an hour.

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Bless, maybe I do desire the simpler things in life, they’re mostly free, once you deduct the price of your lawnmower of course. I do however still enjoy the complex and more tasking elements of life. Organising friends for one, friends with the desire to go out 4 times a week on the lash and no real regard for logistics or money. So it would seem that on Thursday I’m catching up with my dear friend Philip, Friday I’m taking in Bright Eyes followed by a catch up with friends from the lower year in school and Saturday spent with all of the above plus some more in the local sleeze club dancing to all the favourites a little bit out of it, but not enough to forget where I live.

Seeing Bright Eyes is something I’ve been waiting about two years for and I simply can’t wait for all that to arise, getting to see the boy genius play Poison Oak may well complete a very good week, or be the peak of the week, I’m not sure, either way I’m getting a poster to commemorate the event, and then hang it on my wall when I go to university and look back upon it fondly when I’m feeling more than a slight homesick.

So far I’ve got a bit of Biffy, Brody, Jamie T and The Blood Arm to make my wall look a little bit more exciting, and I think somebody that I’ve forgotten about possibly…but yes, Bright Eyes will be added and he’ll look down on me with his now huge massive crazy hair and tell me that life isn’t so bad, I could have his terrible hair and that maybe one day if I hope and dream and try very hard I could have his way with words. For the same reason I’m going to stick a Morrissey vinyl cover on my way, he’s a modern day wordsmith if there ever was one, take his lyrics apart and they read like any poet which he dedicated his youth too, they’d be proud of anything off The Queen Is Dead. Almighty stuff.

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Some songs then, because I’m compelled -

The Smiths - Reel Around The Fountain


Bright Eyes - Four Winds

Hopefully you'll find Reel Around The Fountain utterly gorgeous, and Four Winds impossible not to toe tap too.

Good night and sweet multicoloured dreams.

xx

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Biffy Clyro - Puzzle

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Hello then, I’m currently sitting down and listening ever so intently to the new Biffy album – Puzzle. And I’m bored and it’s a bit sunny and unless I’m in shorts next to a pool the sun doesn’t really appeal to me (I just get sweaty) so I thought, y’know, what that hell I’ll do a sort of review/meandering talk on how good Biffy are and that jazz.

So sit down and get a cuppa, here’s my account of a Biffy journey.

Biffy for me are a bit of a new thing, I’ve got to be honest I’m being a bit of a Johnny come lately on this one, I wasn’t there from the start, I don’t have a tattoo of justboy lyrics on my calf in case of emotive emergency but I’d like to think that I’ve got inside the Biffy groove, and the groove is large and chunky with really nice bouncy bass and the kind of drumming that makes me want to take it up long time.

Ok the sound, it’s confusing, it’s intimidating at first, the first song I ever heard, I didn’t like at all, it was just screaming as far as I could see, and that actually put me off them for absolutely ages. But via the wonders of the internet and Last.fm radio 2 Christmases ago, during a phase where they gave away free subscription content for a month (veering off topic much Marshall?) All The Way Down came up and knocked me sideways, it was soft it was slow and then it ripped and took off at crushing pace just when it needed too, I was intrigued to say the least.

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But not that intrigued as it took me a year to actually get round to buying Vertigo Of Bliss, which would be the second album and a bit of a silly place to start, but none the less I played it (skipped to All The Way Down mostly sure) and really liked, however they stayed just an occasional listen till I saw them live. Supporting Bloc Party (strange mix) I really only knew three songs, and with one of them a solely performed fan treat, I stood there a little bit confused but liking all the same.

So I took a gamble, which is a bit rare for me and ordered the first and third albums, oh my I wish I still had my job and could still do that but yes, they arrived and quite simply I feel in love with Blackened Sky, I must have listened to that track 20 times in a week, which when you consider back then I had about 20 hours in a week in which to listen to music, it really did make up a large chunk of that. Justboy I connected with straight off, but that’s probably because it’s such a basic song really. It’s heart is in the right place and the lyrics are pretty much your standard teeny angst love, “I don’t believe in anything” Which can be true, I suppose but it’s the music that drives the song for me, it’s triumphant, it’s a two fingered salute to whoever it is that’s fucking you around, it’s a NER in the fact of those people, much the same with 57. It’s just stomping. It’s a good album for softer slower moments, personal favourites being Christopher’s River and Scary Mary.

And then I saw them live once more, declared them to be the best thing since bread were sliced and bought a poster. Job done.

So the new one, Puzzle. Hm, it’s good, because it’s Biffy and its new and they’re fresh and brill. But, saying that a fair few of these songs have been touted around live for so long it sort of feels all a bit familiar, and as far as I can tell from the first few listens there aren’t as many corner stones with which to hang this album on, nothing’s standing out for me, apart from guilty pleasure Saturday Superhouse and that’s done and dusted with within the second track, I kinda get the feeling the album tails off towards the end.

However this is up for editing, as quite often you really can’t judge Biffy after say, 5 listens, maybe it’ll be upon the 20th listen that the pieces of this particular PUZZLE fall into place.

I’ll get me coat.

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