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  • The Afghan Whigs – Do To The Beast

    Whigs_cover_nobandI suspect that I may well be the only person who does this, but there you go.  After waiting with bated breath from the moment it was announced to the day that it finally arrived on my doorstep, I then went and left the new Afghan Whigs album to one side for a day.  Unplayed.  Then again, it’s been over a decade and a half.  Another 24 hours spent tantalisingly within touching distance just adds to the anticipation.

    But now it’s here, and after a quick read – because this vinyl edition sees the return of something among the grooves that I thought this wax renaissance had forgotten about – it’s spinning.  And it was worth every second, day and year of the wait.

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  • Afterhours – Hai Paura Del Buio?

    haiThere’s nothing quite like a band who choose their name wisely.  The two times I’ve seen Italian band Afterhours perform, it’s been a rather late affair.  Which turned out to be a bit of a bugger as both of these times were in places 200 miles from where I lived and on one occasion (a February!) I ended up trying to sleep on a bench outside Euston Station as I’d missed my train.  Whoops.

    Another thing about Afterhours is that they’ve never been afraid to experiment, and as such spent much of their time several years ahead of their peers.  This is a rather handy aspect, as this re-released (with surprises!) album from 1997 seems as fresh as if it had appeared just last week.

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  • Best Of 2012: The Other Things


    Only one part left to do, and the infernal list is finished for another year. I know why everyone else does theirs in committees now. Anyway, before I get things wrapped up and back to normal, I want to mention a few other related comings and (sadly) goings that made 2012 special for me.

    It’s been a genuinely odd year for the blog, although that was mostly my fault. Twice I went “sod this for a game of soldiers” and hovered over the delete button, and being flattened by Facebook’s policy of not letting my friends read what I’d written on my own Page unless I gave them money to allow them to do so (I will never, ever pay to advertise on that site, and I am overjoyed to notice that none of the artists, musicians, bands and friends of this site have given in and forked out) halved my readership, because nobody could tell when I’d written something. The site recently crapping itself and refusing to work (resulting in the ugly hack you see before you) hasn’t really helped much either.
    So I am grateful to various interventions in the form of a couple of strange appearances in the UK National Press, a continuing absence of anything better to do with my free time and especially the kind words of friends and visitors alike has kept 6dft (as well as myself in general) going, and going to the point where I have ended up up with just over twice the visitors of last year.  Which just goes to show that even Facebook’s Demented Ideas Department can’t keep a determined idiot from typing.
    Before I get on with the business of getting this blog’s Number One album typed up and finished (although I suspect it won’t be too difficult to work out), I’d like to do a quick tip of the hat to all the other things that have piqued my interest his year.

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  • Sunday Whatever

    After a week where I did two live reviews (the Afghan Whigs in London and Mark Lanegan in Wolverhampton), I’m reminded just how much a pain it is to review live shows.  Records are easy by comparison, because they can be written about while comfortably experiencing them and trying to locate the feel of something, and if you don’t quite grasp it the first time, then you can go back and re-examine certain hooks and tracks.  Live, it’s a one-hit affair where feel is absolutely everything that makes that show what it is, and sometimes it’s a race to get home afterwards to capture that before it dissipates and all that you’re left with to type about is a setlist and a recollection of whether the venue’s sound was good or not.  It also doesn’t help when my short-term memory frazzles sometimes.  This last sentence also acting as a subtle way of apologising to my friend Alison for a certain non-remembering of a thing last week.

    The 70-mile drive back home from Wolverhampton on Wednesday did mean that my initial review of that gig was fuzzy and perfunctory, especially compared to (and perhaps also because of) the Whigs show a few days earlier where I have to admit to still buzzing about a week later.  Thankfully, a couple of things came back to me later on and a post that had been bugging me for a couple of days for being crap has been altered, amended and added to so now it’s crap and longer, albeit hopefully a bit more representative of the uniqueness of that evening.

    Not to worry though, as the first version was (strangely, given the subject’s historically decent read figures) so barely read that nobody would have noticed all the extra words anyway.  Ah well, it cheered me up anyway.

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  • The Afghan Whigs – London Koko, 19/08/2012

    Just typing that subject header conjures feelings of “that really happened, didn’t it?” in this scribbler’s overheated mind. I still find it hard to believe that 2012 was the first time I got to see The Afghan Whigs in the flesh, after missing so many shows such a long time ago that it almost became a running gag in the ’90s.  As time has shown, although the Afghan Whigs were part of the same stable as much of what was so exciting back in the day, they were one step ahead of them all.  And I suppose this slightly out-of-phase attitude felt slightly odd when planning the gig-visits of the month.  Well, I’ve learned my lesson good and proper.
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  • Sunday Whatever

    Lots to do and no time to do any of it seems to be the order of the day here. It’s not helped by the constant helpings of European Football (which is on as I type, so please forgive occasional losing of track or bouts of unexplained swearing, although the latter is mostly to drown out Jim Beglin), although I have helped things along a bit by accidentally deleting my comment/spam queue without checking to see if anything was actually from a person. Whoops.
    Right, now I’m starting to receive more and more things from artist, bands and those in the employ of the aforementioned, I’m going to have to make a proper job of this. So once a month (the 1st seems as good a date as any) I’ll devote a page to this sort of thing. Thanks so far for all I’ve been sent, apologies for not getting round to most of it so far…

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  • The Afghan Whigs – Gentlemen, Black Love and 1965

    I type this with a vague feeling of regret, which is a feeling I commonly associate with the Afghan Whigs. Back in the 1990s, there were seemingly always flyers posted about the place announcing that the band were once more rolling through town, and every time this happened I never went to see them, despite making a mental note to do so “next time”. I suppose I put his down to an attitude shared by others at the time, for as much as their music appealed, they never “fitted” with what was going on around them – where labelmates and supposed contemporaries were either revelling in joyful dumbness or aiming for the arenas, Cincinatti’s Afghan Whigs were on a dimly-lit path of their own making, and it was a somewhat strange path to follow at the time they were around. Especially for me personally – the darkness apparent in their words and music were at odds with what was an incredibly happy time when they were approaching their peak, and when they were coming to an end, theirs was an abyss I didn’t want to be looking too hard into during an extended and rather self-destructive period.
    So to return to my opening sentence: I am once more having twinges of regret with regard to this band, and again it’s because of me not going to see them. In all honesty, I have no reason why I didn’t go to see the reformed band in London recently. Fortunately, their set at Barcelona’s Primavera festival was broadcast live over the Internet the other day, so at least I had the opportunity to make slight amends. That I was so blown away by their performance was the reason why I went straight back into their back-catalogue with a view to picking one for highlighting here. And because I couldn’t pick one, I chose three of them instead.

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  • Sunday Whatever

    Um. Yeah. Quite.

    A bit late, but this blog being down for most of Sunday (I pressed nothing! Honest) coupled with it being a bit sunny and me being a bit lazy has meant that this is now so late, it’s almost qualifying as being early for the next one.  So, as it’s a bit of a different Sunday (what with it being late on a Tuesday, for a start), rather than just knock a playlist together from whatever I’ve been listening to since I last bothered doing one of these, I’m going to get back into the swing of things by having a brief trawlette through some of the singles that are out and about at the mo, as there have been a few choice solitary cuts recently…

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  • Mid-Afternoon Compilation Saturday: Summer’s Kiss – A Tribute to the Afghan Whigs

    It seems a bit curious that there were loads of quality tribute albums released in the early nineties featuring acts from the Sub Pop roster and their peers dedicated to bands who had influenced their respective career paths, yet now we are one generation on from this, and these artists remain largely without tribute albums of their own, despite their own not inconsiderable influence on many of today’s contemporary artists.  Is the music of Nirvana so sacrosanct that nobody dares to have a bit of fun with it?  Were the Screaming Trees so unique that their songs remain invulverable to interpretation?  Is the fact that Alice in Chains are still lumbering along preventing the people who learned their songs in their garages and basements from paying musical tribute?

    Thankfully, this has been in some part redressed thanks to Summerskiss, the website dedicated to all things Greg Dulli, who has painstakingly and lovingly assembled this collection of friends and fans reworking Afghan Whigs songs for a new generation to discover.

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  • Sunday Whatever

    It’s quite a good time to be my ears at the moment, with lots of great new music either already here or just around the corner, and plenty of hitherto forgotten things rediscovered and reloved.

    It’s a crap time to be the rest of me though, as I’m absolutely knackered.  Still, the promise of an anticipated sabbatical in just under five months’ time (yes, well.  It’s nice to have something to look forward to, however distant) is taking care of that rather nicely.  Until then it’s more music, more daydreaming through the daily grind, more Drinky Thursdays, and more trying to work out how to pay for a December Sabbatical, where I’ll be driving a 500 mile round trip to see a support act perform in a seaside town where there are more benches with dead peoples’ names on than seagulls.

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