Voivod – Target Earth

target earthNow, here’s a weird one. As with the last post, this concerns a band that has, in various forms, been around me for a long time. Unlike the artists of the previous missive however, this is a group that doesn’t bring on warm, fuzzy angry feelings of youthfulness: ooh no, this is a band that appeals to the scientific curiosity in me, growing and expanding independently and more often than not in ways counter to what anyone else is doing. I have been meaning to do a “From The Past” post on them pretty much since I began this blog, but have been confounded at every attempt as not only do I still not know which one of their previous albums to do, but also it’s a bizarre notion to be “looking back” at Voivod for any reason, as their forward creative momentum makes such retrospection largely irrelevant.

There’s something almost reassuring about opening a Voivod review with the phrase “Now, here’s a weird one…”, because frankly if Voivod ever did an album that wasn’t intrinsically odd then that’d be the day that they may as well pack up and go home. Thankfully, that time is some way off yet, because this new one (I’ve lost count where we’re up to – 16th?) continues in their fine tradition of being both familiar and completely new all over again. I dunno, maybe it’s that constant newness with these guys that is the familiar feeling that I get from them…


Tyranahorse – Garbage Bears

I’ve always been very fond of Canada – not really sure why this has been the case for as long as it has, but I suppose it’s that allure of “being somewhere else but looking a bit familiar. Albeit much bigger and with bears in it” mixed with a whole host of favourite bands and good friends.  I even went there once on a strange whim that became a romantic thingy which became a bit of a heartbreak (see my first proper post on this blog for cryptic non-explanation) so my actual visit ended up as a whirlwind of brilliance – interrupted by a bit of a scary car crash outside Moncton – in which I didn’t really pay any attention to my surroundings as my attention was focused entirely on the company I was fortunate enough to be in keeping.  Then again, I watched Alfred Hitchcock’s sublime I Confess last Christmas (watch it, it’s brilliant) which was set in a Quebec City I recognised, and that big Chateau thingy, the name of which I forget.  That was over 10 years ago now.

Anyway, all this waffling can only mean that I have a shortish EP here in front of me and am trying desperately to set the scene for this sophomore effort by this Canadian band, who do little to disprove my theory that Canadians are all-round good eggs.


Bionic – Deliverance

“…everyone has a soundtrack whether they know/like it or not…”


In amongst all the new stuff going on (including those which so far sit unopened in front of me), I’d been neglecting those little – and not so little – gems which is more than a tiny bit remiss of me as it was all that music that got me to write all this nonsense in the first place.  The above quote is from my very first post on here in March 2010 – what I mean by it is that it’s no longer just the big important stuff that artists, songs and albums provide backing to: music’s everywhere now and – whether the artists concerned are particularly happy about this or not – the most mundane journeys and actions can be irrevocably tied into a song depending on what was going on at the time.  Someone might write and record a song with driving fast cars across deserts in mind, but chances are that they’ll be more related to by people driving their knackered Clio to work in the rain.

This profundity attached to mundanity though is what keeps us sane, or at least has a good go at it.  Listen to a new song in an awful mood, and that mood will always be attached to that song no matter what you do to try to shake that.  In these dark places, I revisit older stuff that isn’t necessarily attached to the utterly ascendant, but things that made the ordinary that much brighter.  Even ones which take that association with the ordinary to very strange memorial places…


Sunday Whatever

Unintentional Canada Special!

Not sure how this happened, but there you go.  From that lovely bit at the top of America, it’s always a pleasant surprise to hear music from Canada as it always seems to be that teensy bit different to anything that anyone else is doing at the time.  Maybe it’s the way that a lot of these artists and records are funded (lots of Governmental assistance, which is always a nice thing to do), maybe because it’s a little bit cold most of the time, or maybe it’s just that endearing little way that the word “about” is pronounced, but something seems to drive these hardy folk to constantly reinvent their musical outlook with every new project they take on.  And hats off to the lot of you for it.