Going Viral & Spitting Back

I do intend to carry on a series of blogs about the relationships that form our life and make it a nice place to be but I thought that I would take a small break to be a little bit more light hearted and speak about more modern dilemmas.

I have blogged before about technology and briefly about the Internet but the way it expands and includes itself into our lives is an exponential expansion that deserves observing and realising as the game changing system that it is and not brushed aside as mundane and ‘So last Wednesday’. With a campaign video made by a group of young well doers there mission has managed to gain support and attention around the world and is influencing the actions of world leaders and mobilising American troops to give help in an African conflict. The ‘Kony 2012’ campaign became big news and spread at an incredible rate with the video reaching 83,614,332 views on You-Tube alone. I am not here to pass comment on the content of this particular campaign but to show the way the Internet is mobilising people by getting messages that appeal directly to them straight into their homes and affecting them in a very real way. Much of the protesting that has been going on around the world from the peaceful ‘Occupy’ movement to the citizens putting their lives in danger in Libya, Syria and Egypt has been orchestrated by messages sent through Facebook and other internet medium. We have here a uniting tool that gets right into our homes and can talk to us about issues with little to no worry that our involvement is being too closely tracked and we have resources at our fingertips to research any information as and when it is sent to us. So take on lots of information because its so easy but use reasoning and the information available to make your own filters and make up your own mind, it’s never been easy to spread “facts” but it has also never been so easy to check up on their validity.

Going “Viral” is a marketing managers dream to create something that has a momentum all of its own and will spread exponentially with no effort from the creator to publicise, but the Internet has a funny sense of humour and a twisted sense of logic, new things have become funny simply because of the way the data is transferred and something that has a quirky global appeal can be the simplest idea that sparks the biggest fire. With the vast majority of mobile phones now being able to record video and YouTube giving an open invitation to share this with the masses there is a flood of content than can be funny just by the shear volume. ‘Nyan Cat’,   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QH2-TGUlwu4 has amassed 68,445,599 views and a simple home movie of a baby biting a toddler’s finger aptly named ‘Charlie Bit My Finger’ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM has attracted a staggering 432,847,294 views. These videos or meme’s can be used like trading cards in as you pass along the little nuggets that you have found springing from the most inane situations or the depths of the strangest parts of peoples brains. These skits animations and ideas would stand no chance of Television commission and would fall flat on their face if they did; they exist in their own world where there are few rules and little censorship. Personally I find these to be great curiosities, its not like these are the only thing that the Internet or indeed YouTube gets used for, we share so much useful information online that it’s good to take a break to watch a series of cat videos. The point is that these seemingly innocent pieces of zany and irrelevant video seep into our mind and become the perfect vehicle for all kinds of messages and ideas, Viral marketing will be the primary mode of advertising within the next few years and it will get you if you like it or not.

Thinking forward to the technology that will enhance our life in the future is a daunting and exciting prospect, when you see the meteoric rise of web based systems in my lifetime we can only assume it will continue in this fashion and I am hopefully poised to embrace and utilise anything I can, so expel the fear and accept that certain things that used to be all about people will now be all about computer screens and be part of what will be on offer.

It’s been a while since I have had a rant at our ruling class which is more to do with myself getting consumed in the events of my life than them making any attempt to cease there meddling ways of interrupting and vulture like preying on the weak and needy. The venomous money snake George Osborne set out with the countries piggy bank this week to once again declare a financial war on anything remotely fun. It’s not easy to get on in the world, I don’t know if it ever has been, I am certainly still feeling the financial burden of the childish recklessness of my youth but at the same time we as a nation will be expected to do the same for the country and its past mistakes. Personally I will in many ways be better off with higher personal allowance of tax but will promptly blow this extra cash very quickly when I attempt to drink, smoke or travel anywhere in my car to do anything except go to work. Unless I can succeed in becoming exceptionally wealthy I will be forced into a situation of working into my seventies and even then have anything I have managed to save taken from me when I have precious little strength to defend myself. I do sound worryingly true blue when I talk about the welfare state and even as far as right wing when I talk of my final solution to the benefit classes but in truth it is a system of dependency offered up by past administrations that have made it easier to take than to have value and pride and earn. Maybe we can trust the Conservatives to deal out the harsh attacks on the low income families that may start to force a change in attitude but as I have shouted in many people’s ears, we will never achieve true change while greed and avarice are at the core of our beings, where financial attainment is the new enlightenment. We must install pride in the hearts of the nation before asking them to deliver on any front. There are of course far too many of us and the constant spread of our population without the infrastructure to support it makes us all as a nation a dis-functioning family fit for a bust up and paternity test on a day time TV show. So as I have ended a few blog posts and as is the call to arms for the warrior poets who will stand on the ashes of a broken Britain and usher in a new age of true Democracy I call at the top of my lungs Viva La Revolution!

    Bruce Springsteen - ‘Wrecking Ball’ Many people get called Boss every day, in building sites and offices across the land people in charge have risen above and are referred to simply as The Boss but only one man has done that through the power of Rock, there has been a King, A King Of Pop and more Queens than I care to mention but there is only one boss.

Three years since his last release and several more since he appeared with such bombast with the full E Street Band line-up with added horns to get Springsteen back to a huge chest beating Americana that will have you bashing your fist and yelling along. After playing at the inauguration of president Obama a lot has changed in the field of American politics and as elections loom and the cash cow of American democracy is being milked for every drop here one of America’s rock icons shows his colours in a joyful album of praise for the American dream  as an ideal but shaking its fist at the failures and injustice that is evident every day– the way that only Springsteen could. Even if the sentiment of the lyrics ‘we look after our own, wherever this flag is flown’ might be a double edged sword pointing at the egotistical tyrants that some of the rest of the world see when looking at the star spangled banner but for that die hard Democrat it is a chime of the Liberty Bell and a yellow ribbon round an oak tree for a ferociously patriotic nation and musician.

The thing that allows Springsteen to evoke quite damming indictments "If I had me a gun, I'd find the bastards and shoot 'em on sight," from the track “Jack Of All Trades”, is the polished production and glossy finished sound that places him in the Rock ‘N’ Roll hall of fame at the same time it attacks the country that would support such a bourgeois ideal while trampling on the workers who built the country to begin with. This is the 17^th studio release and from the cold harsh sounds of ‘Nebraska’ to the journey to the centre of the American folk tradition on ‘The Seger Sessions’ and always with the memory of the late 80’s sheen of ‘Born In The USA’, Springsteen and the exemplary E Street Band have looked at the same problem from many angles, but it’s at its best when it is played out to the big band sound the nation loves while simultaneously spitting the lyrics that tell of a mistreated and repressed people, it’s the American dream in Blues form and it’s the stuff that raises one lonely man with a guitar and a pen to be ‘The Boss’.

This is a real fist pounding album of drivetime hits with the anarchy well hidden, the titles sell you and the rhythm pushes you so hit play on ‘Shackled and Drawn’ or ‘Jack Of All Trades’ and listen to the hypocrisy that is the American Dream.

   Disappears – ‘Pre-Language’ There is a raw power here that instantly engages me, a beating urgency that makes you feel the expression of emotion in much more than the angst ridden nihilistic lyrical content but in the beating fists of the guitarist and the pounding bass as it churns out fury in every well timed snap.  Coming out of Chicago and picking up an uber respectable guitar player in the shape of Steve Shelley of Sonic Youth since ‘Lux’ there debut album in 2010. They return with their style that has been describes as Shoe-gaze, Grunge and even Krautrock set to stun and bidding your attention you pathetic worms.

The music on display here is as cold as a mortician’s slab and as blunt as my comments about James Blunt, this could be my album of the year where I poo poo whatever anyone else has to say because for me it just plain hit the spot. When Joy Division and Can were producing music I was yet to surface onto planet earth, when The Pixies, Nirvana and Sonic Youth ruled the roost I was busy riding my bike and listening to the soft rock of my parents liking. I am glad to hear a resurgence of these influences making new and exciting music in the tradition of those stylised rock gods. A fierce repetition drives the point home and the guitar roars and soars with an epic rock quality while still operating under a punk grit and pointedness that is jagged and severe. This is the second album of the year that has made me proud to be a punk again and with At The Drive In Hitting the stage this summer it seems like a true resurgence in the true spirit of punk without the pandering to a childlike audience. The spirit of punk was an attitude of spitting in the face of any authority with words and attitude to be nihilistic in nature and to believe in something far from the status quo this attitude was taken on by those tired of a rock formulaic progression while still maintaining its venom and angst, post-punk is my holy land and always has been because it adds elements of intelligence and musical cohesion to full on heartfelt emotion and loud and proud honesty.

I may be getting dragged into some hyperbole and overstating the point but here but I think this album may get overlooked and I want to set my stall out to say I really enjoyed it, I’d love for you to have a listen to the spitting venom of ‘Replicate’ because it does just what punk says on the tin.

   Band Of Skulls – ‘Sweet Sour’ In the summer of 2005 there was a brief relapse into a summer of love when The Magic Numbers came onto the scene with arc wide smiles and sending out the spirit of brotherly love not only with their  genetics but with their music.  A few years later there was a resurgence of raw power as the top of the hipster scenes toyed together with epic titans of rock and produced an aged raw power with a modern twang with a sterling album from ‘Them Crooked Vultures’. A few years later again in the backwaters of Southampton a group have managed at moments to fuse these two musical occurrences into something once more new and exciting, fusing more influences than it might at first seem.

What I know of The Southampton music scene I know from a sage oracle of musical knowledge and all round ginger god Mr.Olly Onslaught and his most excellent musings in his blog http://ifoundthisvoiceinmyrecordcollection.blogspot.co.uk , which I urge anyone listening to have a look at for some top rate musical musings. Anyways it seems modern Southampton is churning out bands fusing sounds and delivering a powerful record with some riffs that will have the steadfast of head bangers at least nodding along.

I could well be accused of musical snobbery as I first became aware of this album from a TV advert which always puts me off, I just don’t like to see an album sold like this, I don’t know why but I think it concentrates your thoughts on the commercial selling point of an album rather than the actual chords played. It takes the stylistic approach of a band well out of their hands and into the hands of marketing executives, but as there is a track on this album called ‘The Devil Takes Care Of His Own’ maybe that is devoted to those putrid spawns of Satan.

In its most successful and memorable parts this is an album of crunchy heavy riff driven rock that has all the head banging credentials but it is in reality half made of much more delicate and understated songs with close harmony and a much more Indie production value. I like duality and though some may think it weakens the message I think it shows a good use of attack and decay ‘Lay My Head Down’ waits till four minutes in to bring on a clash of reverb but then takes it back to a simple solo and a mellow vocal. But for floor filling songs that will surely be setting off a festival crowd or two this summer it has to be the upbeat songs that sell this but they two are full of good harmonies and playfull tunes, listen to ‘Bruises’ and listen Loud

   Sharon Van Etten – ‘Tramp’  To Describe something as no frills might initially sound like a shallow and insulting comment against someone’s expression, but with the ever expanding genre of modern female singer songwriter’s performing under the folk umbrella there is beginning to be a division of modernists and purists, so ‘no frills’ isn’t a negative for me as I am on the side of those who are brave enough and talented enough to let the simplicity of the song and the clarity of the unclouded voice tell the story, which goes back to the very origins of the Folk tradition.

This Brooklyn songstress approaches her music with a personal touch, she has a moody voice with a rasp that sounds hung over or desperate – the lyric is pure yet poetic the tune is in key but without being polished or fake. Her style has attracted some collaborators and supporters who are at the forefront of rediscovering an ancient style With Justin Vernon and Aaron Dessner collaborating on a cover of the closing track of her 2010 album ‘Love More’. Guitar and drum duties on the opener and some of the tracks falls to long time folk/indie miserabilist Matt Barrick of The Walkmen which gives an angsty platform for Miss Van Etten to talk of ‘Serpents in my mind trying to forgive your cries, Everyone changes, in time, I hope he changes, this time.’ Its an album of understated beauty and non-shouting anger and pain, there are vocal fuge’s of cooing la’s and fawning ahhhs but it returns always to pithy lyric,  music is clearly an escape and this is an evacuation.

There is a confident resignation that comes with more than a short while dealing with bitterness, an acknowledgment of your own failings and an appreciation of the pleasure of pain. It’s an honest look of the emotions we have to deal with through lives as while there is love there is also loss and the best moments are hard fought for. Start with lead single ‘Serpents’ and the glory of the rest will follow but for me the untold bitterness of ‘Kevin’s’ is where this exciting artist is at her simple best.

I’m about to shift my life up a gear and hopefully make a positive impact on my day to day existence, that does involve moving into a detached house so hopefully the volume levels can increase and any possible stresses can be drowned out in a glorious haze of rock. Hope to speak to you soon and in the meantime happy listening and big smiles all round.

Dear Friends - Angels,Drunks & Magi

 

  They say that you cant pick your family but you can pick your friends but in some ways I would tend to disagree, not with the family point odviously that goes without saying but sometimes friends are just as attached and without the filter of choice. Circumstance throws people your way the choice is meerly how hard you latch on, friendships require much more effort than family, I have said and done things to family members that if we were friends we would have ceased that relationship they require more of you and can sometimes take more than they will ever give in return, yet there is a bond that is invisible and occasionally unfeesable that endeers them to your heart. I remember first moving to Brighton when it had been a few years since I was last put in a new situation and asking at the time “how do you go about making friends” forgetting what an organic process it is where they seem to appear and become an intrinsic part of your existence, you dont hunt them or pick them from a shelf you are thrown towards one another on similar tides.

And the most refreshing thing about friends is that they too are the most wonderful tonic to heal the hurts of the most bruised and battered ego, they want you in your life, they will go to lengths to share their time with you, for nothing more than the appreciation of your special brand of funny. The older I get the more unfortunate it is that I dont get to spend as much time as I would like with the people I have met along the way but constraints on my time and theirs and the increasing number and distance between these people makes it impossible, but a good friend will know that this is just one of the sad facts of life and when you find yourself together again then it will be like you never left the room. I seem to always mention Social Media in these blog’s but as that is where I publicise them it seems appropriate and the effects they have on friendships is changing the way we relate to others. Meeting up with somebody you have had no physical or verbal contact with in many months can be less of a boundry because through the process of casual osmosis you have recieved knowledge about there comings and goings from the intracacies of their postings and comments. Som emay say that this is diluting the importance of human contact that to a degree is certainly true but used in moderation and at least sometimes in full sentences it can help to bridge the gaps that the neccesities of life place between people who otherwise would be sitting side by side setting the world to rights.

Seeing friends from the past can be like time travel, a glimpse and a memory into how and who you used to be and where the person you are now came from. This isnt always a proud reflection but there are some of my friends who I am so glad that I still know because they saw me at my worst and they can sympathise with my struggles without me having to sing my tails of woe and sound like an insufferable whinner. There are small victories and funny situations that relayed to strangers would seem trite and mundane but dropped into conversation with the right person can light up the room in a halo of laughter and appreciation. good stories can be like a trading card game which can be traded and used to cut and parry with a stranger and while this can sometimes lead to one upmanship and empty bragging, between friends it is a bartering and swapping celebration where everyones hand is only there to help bolster the significance and hilarity of each tale. A great experience is worth having for the moment but it will be given true value from the re-telling and the connections it will form from its memory in the minds of those who matter.

Placing these memories in places is not always essential but it can help to magnify their resonence standing in the same points of geography and letting the past wash over you like a warm tide or bite at you like a cold wind. Standing at the top of the park where I played as a child was a sobering moment of realisation as to how far I have come in life and how much I have enjoyed the ride. The house that I would call my childhood home has cheated on me, the silver birch has gone and the sorounding fence makes for a quite pompous outlook – its full of other peoples memories now, ours are clouded and live with my family not the building. The path at the side always seemed such a trek and now I strole down in what seems like a few steps, peaking over fences rather than scrambling with haste towards the swings. My school where I was a teenager is no longer there, im sad that others will not get to build a youth in those same corridoors but am glad that I can still sit with someone from that time and turn those dusty black and white recollections into vivid colour.

My life has been enriched by the people I have been lucky enough to have as part of it, I miss people far too often and hope that some people remember me when they hear certain songs or drink particular drinks, I hope they realise that my not being there is a matter of life throwing us its merry way on the tides of life and in no ffault of their own because I think fondly back to the time we may have spent together or the strange and quirky stories that would make sense or humour only to us. My words are worth nothing if it is not collaborated and colured in by your shared reccolection. I am not a conformer to any organised religion but I do have a hope for an afterlife, a party where all the people I have had the pleasure of meeting is attending and each one in turn would get there chance to recall the past and mingle through the rest of your life until all your traits and foibles make sense to everyone in the room – that and getting bladdered and making some new crazy stories even when its long past the time for new memories.

That leads me to a sad dedication, aalthough I did not know him well I would like to dedicate this post and my thoughts to Chaz who sadly passed away last week. Loosing someone so young reminds us all of the fragility of our lives and should be a inspiration to value the ones that you hold dear and not put off meetings and remembering yourself to others – Life is a wonderful gift that we must be careful not to squander and ignore because it passes us by quicker than we would like. Our time here is only weighted by any meaning or warmth when it is populated by others and when we are lucky enough to meet people who fill our hearts with gladness we should make sure to let them know and value each day. I hope that Chav’s friends and family can be strong enough to remember the good times and keep them in that place in their minds reserved for drunken laughter, crazy stories and more than anything brilliantly loud music. I’d say rest in peace but I’m sure he would find that dull so shine on you crazy diamond and we will do our best to keep on rocking in the free world.

    ‘Animal Joy’ by Shearwater  Destined to be underappreciated this eighth release is uncompromisingly epic and soaringly beautiful, but as the project started as essentially a side project from Okkervil River to showcase a softer side who needs the appreciation when you have an outlet for a great musical vision. There is a very marmite sensation with the vocalist in this band but due to this being the eighth release I’m guessing there is enough people on the love it side of the fence to keep the band recording and I personally can’t get enough of it, a falsetto air with a general guttural crunch somewhere far below. This album seems more whole than past releases moving away from that purely ethereal down-tempo output that they were becoming known for, perhaps picking up some ideas and a bolstered confidence from some large support slots over the last few years.

There is quite a haunting and unsettling sound at times, such as at the start of ‘Insolence’ but this is counterpointed with a blissful holiness that seems in praise of the world. This music is rich and textural and plays across a large range to sound quite epic without sounding schmaltzy and overdone because there are always enough elements of simplicity to keep the sound grounded. There is a lack of scope over the entire album and themes are revisited to varying degrees of bombast, there is definitely a theme and a sound that is very distinct to this group and this album which I think fits in with the idea of this being a conduit for certain skills and ideas that would not sit well with the members other groups. This is definitely a more accomplished and accessible album than the band have produced in the past, I hope they continue on this positive step forward.

   ‘Blues Funeral’ by The Mark Lanegan Band   Eight years since the gravel voiced dark man of rock released under his own name and with a tough act to follow after the much applauded ‘Bubbelgum’, which I also urge you to go and re-listen to. His voice has lost none of the edge or the tone and is instantly engaging and commanding of respect. All the usual themes are here for this sultry overlord of Blues, heavy drinking, Jesus and Nihilistic alcoholic tears all rolled up in a fuzz of warm deep bass that throbs under the velvet glove of Lanegan’s silken voice. There is less of a desperate sound than previous work more comfortable and statesmen like is this rock panther lurking in a dark mystique of a richer more produced sound that rolls over us in an industrial thrall. More people have been inspired by this style than you might imagine but few can touch the effortless drama of Lanegan’s voice, he is much aged Johnny Cash as he is the reckless abandon of a Queen Of The Stone Age. I don’t think the album has a great deal of scope but it has an epic sound and little to argue with such faultless delivery.  You can’t go far wrong setting your stall with a song called ‘The Gravedigger’s Song’ or the ‘to be used in an advert soon of ‘Riot In My House’.

   ‘I Am Gemini’ by Cursive I listen with baited breath when an artist that I respect as much as this puts out a new release, especially when there …… release ‘Mama I’m Swollen’ was such an epic hit in my eyes and a powerful combination of the crashing post-punk power of the guitar work with Tim Kasher’s special blend of bitter sweet lyrical style, here I am left sadly disappointed trying my hardest to get into the groove and falling short at every song. Kasher has always fused his releases with meticulous sense of story and invented fantastical characters that few others would have dared to try and make work within the theme of rock, but this may be one step too far. Here we have a convoluted tale of Twins split at birth who reunite across the stars as the sun and moon and battle the depths of good vs. evil, if anyone could make this work it would be Cursive but we find them trying too hard and delivering for only short bursts that aren’t enough to shake the feeling in our heads that maybe the more complete rock song ethos of the likes of ‘From The Hip’ are where we most like this bands trajectory to be facing. Unsurprisingly the production is truly first class and the guitar sounds are in a league of their own but the riffs disappear as quickly as they come and far too often the mix of it all descends into some sort of Rush meet Mars Volta road crash. Maybe there was a feel that ‘Mama I’m Swollen’ was too much of a departure from the fantastical tale element and the group feel that they needed to outdo the fairy-tale of Dorothy and indulge in the theatre of it all, but the content seems to vague and the riffs are too tight to descend into wankery that would excuse the out there-ness of the lyric. It pains me to right this band such a poor revue but over seven releases from Mr.Kasher and only one failing to enter the epic status I think he can still hold his head up high in my estimation.

     ‘No One Can Ever Know’ by The Twilight Sad. Sad indeed as this bunch of Scottish minstrels pick up their guitars and synths and soak us in a melancholy bath of sparse and eerie sounds that echo of Ian Curtis being found hanging all the photos turned to face the floor. Being superbly hypocritical as is my want I do find it hard when an album has been recommended to me by someone who’s opinion I respect as there is an expectation and you know that if you don’t agree then there will be some explaining to be done.

This is at heart a very different and personnel record for the band with a sound taken from a bygone industrial age that floats in and out of fashion with various degrees of mystery and mystique. The sound is cavernous and cold and unrelenting in its misery and tone of closeted emotion. It is a powerful piece of work which speaks of loss and yearning in an aching way that we can’t help but believe, especially when delivered with the brute honesty of a heavy Scottish accent. The songs are not inviting and the noises created can be unsettling but it is a bath of emotion that catches you up and takes you very slowly on a downward spiral.  Small drum loops are reminiscent of beats that might grow and spawn into Radiohead beats but the style stays minimal and the production is kept very low key and direct in its delivery. Songs such as ‘Sick’ are really indicative of the sound but for a band known for ear splitting live performances i think it is well worth cranking it up to a volume above doom and letting the album in its entirety wallow over you in its wistful waves of melancholy.

‘Visions’ by Grimes Although it occasionally pains me I do garner some of my musical information from the publications found at Pitchfork Media.com and as I hear this record I can almost feel their salivations as a young Canadian hipster delivers from her bedroom an album of beats bleeps and blissful wails that is completely of its time and as punk as it is glam as it is uber stylish and lusciously good looking. There is an age of music producer now who may have spent their entire musical histories listening to predominantly electronic music so these are the people we can look to who can re-invent the style and cross it with other sounds to make something new shiny and ultimately very engaging and enjoyable to listen too. I become somewhat obsessive about the individual sounds that make up these pieces of music because they are what form the backbone and the character of an album and what give it its atmosphere and individualism, its why I can’t listen to Trance which shares common sounds and regurgitates them seemingly at will, here we have here is a well stocked toolbox of warm and textured beats that have been processed and arranged to tip at all sorts of genre’s and points in time to create something unique and wonderful. One of the first records to utilise the modern whommp effect of a dubstep drop but with a gentle palm and as a platform to soar high above with an ethereal voice that speaks of the unattainable and the ethereal without being distant or obtrusive.

The track ‘Be A Body’ is a standout track that I have found hard to resist playing at ear splitting volumes as I try to introduce a few unsuspecting friends to a new chapter in dance noise. It pains me when the music dullards of pop hail artists such as Lady Gaga to be pushing the boundaries because they are doing just the opposite but the dominance of these monolithic vapid artists leaves a great niche for the true artists to blow the boundaries wide apart. 

The vocal may be ethereal and distant or sometimes plain twee relying mainly on a variety of ooohhs and ahhhs as the voice is synthesised and modulated but that in itself makes a modern type of organic that swoons and bites in all the right places. When the lyrics do become decipherable they are pointed and in the sense of a teenage love poem but it is the lairing and use of beats to create a warm future that sets this album apart.

It’s been a while since my last post and I’m some way behind on listening to the new music that has been flung at me from every corner, technological problems have held me back and the need to sort out the comings and goings of my life. Hopefully soon I will be getting to the stage where I can resolve my mind to being an even more productive person who can better channel the things that I want to get across, hope there is still some interested parties out there and that the volume hasn’t been turned down too low. Speak soon old friends

Parents - The Cradle Of Ego

As my parents have started to read my blog post and because I greatly enjoyed reading there musings and posts while they were gallivanting the globe spending the inheritance I have decided to honour them with a post dedicated and derived from them and our tumultuous journey from teenage tantrums towards being the good friends we are today. I can and can’t understand people who deal with strained relationships with their own parents once they have flown the nest and built one all of their own, my transition has been in some way quite dramatic and required me to traverse the globe but now we have arrived at this point it seems quite ridiculous that it didn’t resolve earlier and with far less air-miles and arguments. For a diehard egotistical maniac like myself there is nobody greater to have around, these people are your biggest fans and though they may have learned to hide it well I’m sure that your brags and boasts bring a grin to their faces, your victories are their creations and if they can have grown enough as people to take council from you in return then surely it can be one of the most rewarding friendships you can have. I speak from the tipping point where although I am not a parent I am thinking forward to it so my view of parenthood is one closer to me than when I was a teenager who was sure that everybody was wrong and they were first in the firing line. To my mums credit it was her who taught me to question everything and look for my own point of view without realising it would be her that I questioned first and it would lead me to be quite objectionable in my quest to be victorious. I am no longer hunting for a victory and what a pitiful task it would be to score points against a person who offers you unconditional love, I do still have a stab and a cutting jibe from time to time but that is only because she is such a worthy adversary, the person who taught you to argue being on the receiving end of a witty repost – too much to resist for a prick like me. From my Dad I take a tireless work ethic (not that my mother doesn’t have this too) a dog eared determination to get the job done and be there for when you are needed, its simple ethics but having them at the core of what I was raised around has got me through work and life situations that I would have floundered and drowned in otherwise.

It must be strange to view the life of your child and think of the notion that they are a sum of your parts, wondering to yourself where all these foibles and eccentricities are coming from  what bit of you has influenced them in that way. It must also bring great sadness to share in their pain and take it on your own shoulders and even at sometimes know the need to let them go through it because it is part of what they will need to endure to allow then to progress on their journey.

I am quite if not too open about my mistakes and stupidity to those lovely elderlies who I love to visit now because I don’t feel any restraint in our relationship no worries of seeming naughty or wrong, I visit them as friends quite often instead of visiting friends because with them it is the relationship most likely to be void of egotistical point scoring and the most nurturing of what is best for all involved. You have a shared history and memory that calls to the very centre of who you are and how you got there, they are the greatest link to your nostalgia and the greatest clue to your future. So if you can go to them with an open heart and an open mind, being happy with the person you are and how you came to be there then this could be the safest bubble there can be. There is a comfort that makes ceremony pointless and when you step away from what at the time may have seemed like the confines of “their house” and “their stupid rules” you long to go back there in the most natural way, not standing on ceremony and being on your best behaviour but just being with them in a day to day way being the beautiful imperfect creatures that we are.

I look forward to the idea of being a parent though it obviously plants a small seed of dread in my mind, I mean I’m quite protective and anal about tweaking and getting the best out of the food that I produce, what if that attitude turns me into a meddling parent who wants to make a child the way they think they should be. I hope I have the strength of mind to let them make their own mistakes and be there for them unconditionally whenever you re needed. My only hope and only thing I would want for them was to be interesting, to be a person with passion who is not strangled by fear and allows themselves to live their own lives to their own rules and being a person who believes in themselves and their ability to get where they want to go. With the invention of the Facebook timeline it will make it even easier for the next generation to look over our faux pa so we better start learning to be more honest and work on relationships that will carry us long into old age.

More uncertainty in the world and big changes coming in my life that will hopefully make positive steps to me being a more creative and involved person. Going to have to have the faith to throw away some familiar crutches and allow myself to run with ideas without fear of failure, but these are the challenges that push us on or at least give us interesting stories to tell. While we plod on there is always the beat and the art of a generation to keep us level so plug in to some more early 2012 sounds.

   ‘Django Django’ by Django Django   I don’t regularly get sucked in by singles, usually an album review or a band name being passed down the grapevine is the route I would take to falling in love (academic I know) but when the wonderful BBC 6 Music played ‘Default’ all work stopped the volume got pumped to way above the acceptable level for “during service” play, feet stomped on the flaw and fists pumped in the air – out of nowhere a party  atmosphere was thrust upon us and wouldn’t let it go. I couldn’t wait to troll the net and find out who it was that was fusing the great sounds and techniques responsible for making such an addictive song.

The album plays out like a tribal drum-fest calling the Stoners of their sofa’s drying of the tears of those still mourning the end of The Beta Band’s carer and pushing them onto the dance-floor for a joyful rejoice in sound. Psychedelic has come to mean many things as maybe it should, but the moulding of seemingly disparate styles and sounds, the peeking into the head of a musical therapy group for people suffering from attention deficit disorder and coming out with a coherent and solid album is where we should be heading with our expectations of the psychedelic. There is a hypnotic nature to the sounds here and a real open sandbox of small stylistic influences and changes of pace, but the incoming killer blues guitar riffs pulls us back to a place we know and love. These chancers odviously approach music from a different way with an emphasis on the warm glow of the individual sounds and there gentle addition to one another forming something that grows from its part, this organic growth is what usally labels music as “stoner” but really its just great. It is hard to resist the partycentric sounds of lead single ‘Default’ but for stonking riff and a sense of the album I would have to go for the track ‘Wor’

   ‘Give Up America’ by Howler  the brilliantly Anarchic, sarcastic title is hard to resist but below that is an all American hero that takes from their best and serves it up on a platter with French fried potatoes. Half surf pop half grunge the band fuses these yank styles into something approaching all your own. If the Strokes are the New York rich kids with the uber cool band and the super tight style then here we have the impoverished kid from down the way with the cheap guitar but with that bit more fire in their bellies and dirt in their eyes.

Some reviews have said that here we see nothing new but delivered well but I have to disagree the sound is fresh and while does lean heavily on genres from the past there is a modern spin and the gravel in the vocal gives it a sound of the not so clean cut America we all know lies behind the billboard perfection. Plenty of songs have been sang out to the  bikini clad babe on the beach who becomes a subject of teenage fantasy but few people have called her out as the boring half-drunk bimbo slut she more than likely is. To sing out the American dream to start the fire and sing out your birthplace in front of the stars and stripes is one thing but the more recent image of America has less swelling pride and some see it as the shallow and insipid vision that is painted here.

“I want a girl in a new car, I need a drink and a guitar,

I want to die young as a star, is that too much is that so hard.

I want to be on a TV screen, Iwant to get dressed and be seen,

It’s hard but I just don’t know, why there expectations are so low.” –

 ‘Wailing (Making Out)’

With some airplay on the more eclectic British radio stations with the lead single from this first full album release ‘Back Of Your Neck’  these yank scamps are endearing and engaging and with a few good live performances over the summer could do well. I am drawn in by the bitter resentment in the lyrics over the fuse of Beach Boys and Pixies in the music and at times with a looming Keyboard soaring as a high echo to the tune there are shades of what The Horrors did to their thrash and chaos. ‘Wailing (Making Out)’ has to be my pick from this one for best encapsulating all those namedrops and styles I have just spoke of.

   ‘Born To Die’ by Lana Del Rey  I have been accused of not being critical enough in the music I review that I am mainly singing praises rather than giving an objective view of the music out there, in essence that isn’t why I choose to write about music this album based warbling is supposed to show my salvation by the sounds that can calm my furious heart and show me the beauty of expression when it seems to be lost. I manage to block out most of the modern music that I know will infuriate me, I have never heard a full Lady Ga Ga song and have no idea what either Cher Lloyd or Cheryl Cole sound like, I do however have to put up with Phil Collins and even Sting being played at work and pretend like I don’t want to smash their smug faces in so that’s as much coping with music as I am prepared to endure. However sometimes there is a fever around an artist who is flung into the limelight that it is hard to ignore and you feel like they must be worth an appreciative listen – how wrong you can be, how narrow minded and corrupt the controllers of the limelight have become and what an utterly unpleasant one hour and thirty nine seconds I spent coming to the conclusion that this is one vapid and dull spoilt brat who is an offense to the ears.

Daughter of the rich investor Robert Grant her success was in the bag before she opened her mouth, “daddy I want a record contract”. Failing to make many waves with releases under her real name of Lizzy Grant, a re-branding took place and daddy’s little po faced princess returned in this media appealing package, but in all honesty I have had baths deeper than this unappealing strumpet and with all those open doors and free rides there is no edge to these songs only a thoroughly dreary boredom.  The media turned on her after an appearance on Saturday Night Live branding her as weird, disinterested and undeserving of that platform.

 There is no scope range or hidden depths to any of the vocal, even her face seems to be set in plastic like a volley of Botox has hit her young face and made it incapable of emotion or expression. Hailed as a modern day Nancy Sinatra is a title I can’t sit with, there is no intrigue mystery or strange sex appeal here just an insipid swathe of self-indulgent and insipid string arrangements trying desperately to hide an irritating voice spouting mindless mundane drivel that is trying to sound all modern and of its day lyrically while calling back to a bygone age with its arrangement. The true effect is showing the pathetic and superficial nature of the modern young and wealthy and how easy they can have it while still finding things to moan about. Avoid at all costs my friends, don’t let them tell you what to like because its none of their business. Don’t let me tell you either but really if you value your ears id give this one a wide berth. My suggestion for a song from this album is to miss it out and put on ‘Desire’ by Anna Calvi and listen to a genuine exciting modern female voice.

    ‘Be Strong’ by The 2 Bears  One of my rare dalliances into the world of house music, but this is so much more fusing essences of hip-hop soul with the relentlessness of the house beat but most importantly adding a sense of humour and the all-inclusive sense of party ethos that I think the world of house usually displays. These boys are party veterans, a Joe Goddard of Hot Chip adds his clout and expertise to give the album a wry wit while still paying homage to the beat they obviously love and want to share. There is a character based connection with the voices and characters presented in this release that makes you want to get on board and join in on their party, ‘Bear Hug’, this way in to dance just like ‘Gorrilaz’ has given a face and a persona to music that can seem deeply impersonal and bland. There seems to be a message of good vibes through every song but without being oversentimental are repeating stock phrases with monotonous repetition, “there aint no quack can give you pills that will give you natural thrills, like a bear hug” is intoxicating in its innocent simplicity, this is reiterated in asides like ‘Increase Your Faith’ and what a good message to a disenfranchised youth. It is the track ‘Ghosts & Zombies’ that best envisions this party political broadcast anthem singing out to those bored minions beckoning them to “Party with the Bears tonight, we’ve got the funk of 40,000 years for your delight” it’s an attractive proposition especially when the funk is a pared down bass line and a Hacienda, ecstasy honeymoon vocal swoon. The duo even put there own take on country music believe it or not Country-House was not something you thought you wanted but ‘Time In Mind’ is at least a smile on your face in an album with genuine humour and feel good ideals.

So i will retreat into my culinary world for a while but i think i might make an epic journey into my past in the next few weeks that im sure will afford me the opportunity to get all thoughtfull and introspective and want to share my musings with you, until then i bid you good day and good listening.