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  • The Hotelier – Home, Like Noplace Is There

    hotelierIt’s probably worth pointing out that I started writing this one on the 2nd of March.  I needed a break. I probably still do, but there you go.  So I suppose it’s kind of apt that as I appear from my short hiatus bleary-eyed and woolly-headed, the cobwebs are well and truly blown away by a record that is pretty much perfectly qualified to be doing so.  And in any case it’d be rude of me to not finish what I started.

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  • The Bad Shepherds – Mud, Blood & Beer

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    It’s a fine state of affairs when Adrian Edmondson’s happy band of folky punk interpretationalists can come up with a third album of great anti-pop songs of yesteryear and everything still sounds fresh, classic and above all fun.  The combination of picking the right songs and giving them the right twist sounds like it shouldn’t be as hard as it is, but there’s definitely a knack to making it sound as effortless (and, in several cases, effortlessly complicated) as it does, and it’s even harder to make something that sounds like a cracking yarn on the first listen but is then able to stand on its own months and years down the line.  The Bad Shepherds do this extremely well thanks to excellent song choices, great musicianship and perfect arrangement skills to take stuff from the ’70s and ’80s, make it sound like it was first put together in the 1600s and then make it all exciting for a modern audience.  And I for one salute them for all of the above.

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  • Jello Biafra And The Guantanamo School Of Medicine – White People And The Damage Done

    jelloWhat a strange week this has been.  If it wasn’t enough to be told by all and sundry that apparently most of the socio-economic history of the 1980s (including pretty much all the bits I remember growing up, mostly spent in abject terror of impending nuclear war while the TV was full of images of shocking deprivation and adverts offering shares in utilities that we used to own anyway) was entirely wrong and probably made up by alternative comedians and Militant Labour because it was all wonderful and we should be bloody grateful etc, it all ends with bickering about a song.  A song that now seemingly won’t be played except for a five-second snippet because it’s offensive.  A song from a children’s film.  A song that has the middle-englander press up in arms about how it should be banned, which makes a nice change from them bleating about there not being enough freedom of speech any more (in their case, usually being castigated when they print bikini pictures of very young female celebrities above a caption about how well they’re growing up, or, without a trace of irony, libelling the dead).

    So it’s nice to herald the return of someone who generally doesn’t give a stuff about any of that, preferring instead to continue down his own furrow of upsetting the establishment whilst being slightly silly about it all.  Ah, for the good old days when people could actually have fun with music…

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  • Mudhoney – I’m Now

    Mudhoney--Im-Now-The-Story-Of-MudhoneyFirst of all, a heartfelt “Happy 25th Birthday!” from this idiot scribe to the lovely people of Sub Pop Records.  Which feels kind of strange in a way as, to put everything in an awful “how on Earth did that happen?” historical context, Pink Floyd’s Dark Side Of The Moon was a mere 15 years old when Touch Me I’m Sick was recorded.

    I’ll just let the older viewers allow that to sink in for a moment.

    Right.  So anyway, central to just about everything that made (and nearly broke) Sub Pop the name they are today is Mudhoney.  Not was, is.  So this documentary isn’t just about where they’ve been, but where they’re off to next.

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  • Bad Religion – True North

    true northWhat a strange week this is panning out to be.  All excited about a new year, and both new albums I’ve received so far this week are from bands I used to listen to 20 years ago.  This Is No Bad Thing.  Mostly because I can one again revel in my own daily little triumphs over Growing Up, but also because it’s a genuine thrill to see and hear those people who brightened up my youth still doing the same now, even if there was a long period in between when we all sodded off and did our own things as we tend to do as young adults.  This, I’m led to believe, is the natural course of things, but that’s not to say that when paths recross and I find myself going “right, I’m going to buy this one” for no real reason other than it seemed like a good idea at the time, it turns out that the resulting purchase was a bit of a winner.

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  • Best Of 2012, No.5: Bob Mould – Silver Age

    silver ageThe promise I made myself that I would not listen to any more new stuff until I got this list finished is starting to get a bit stretched, although on the plus side it’ll mean that I have plenty of presents to open on Christmas Day and I won’t have to disconsolately hope that someone’s still got the receipt somewhere.  So, as the pile gets bigger, I am starting to type faster which is kind of apt in the case of this Number Five as it’s a record that has that effect of forcing the mind and body to speed up through sheer infectious force of will.  It’s also the most surprising listening experience of this year, and one that has snapped me out of one or two of my own funks this year. Continue reading  Post ID 2412



  • Samhain – Initium and November Coming Fire

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Happy Halloween, one and all!  ‘Tis the season for religious types to get all whiny about “well, it’s all a bit pagan, isn’t it?  Corrupting young minds and all that” when they’re not that hugely bothered about all the paganey goings-on at Christmas and Easter…  Anyway, hope everyone’s having fun extorting foodstuffs from pensioners and all that – or, for the more discerning practitioners of the older traditions, hope your oxen are delicious.

    Anyway, for reasons of stating the bleeding obvious, this band tend to get more of an airing on this date here than at any other time of the year.  Which is a bit odd, because to these ears, this band’s output far outshines the work of Glenn Danzig’s projects both before and after this shortlived bunch.  The “how much?” occasional ebay inflationfest of Samhain’s canonical two albums and one EP (the posthumous Final Descent is something of a curio with a bit of a skewed timeline) would seem to attest to this.  I was only going to do one of them tonight, but in all honesty I couldn’t choose between these two – and I can’t remember where my copy of Unholy Passion is…

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  • Chris Lawhorn – Fugazi Edits

    If there’s one thing I can take away from this blog when I decide that I can’t be faffed with it anymore, it’s that there’s little I enjoy more than just being interested.  There’s been plenty of good and great records put out this year that I’ve loved, but didn’t sit down to write about them because sometimes simply being entertained is no substitute for having one’s curiosity pricked.

    And this album is certainly a curiosity.  Because an album composed of 22 tracks from an entire reconstituted career (100 tracks represented in just under 32 minutes) simply can’t avoid pressing those “what’s this here then?” buttons, and something assembled to represent the (re)creator’s own overlapping memories of a time soaking up the originals were notions guaranteed to push me to ordering Indiana DJ Chris Lawhorn’s quasi-experimental jaunt down Memory Lane.

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  • Bob Mould – Silver Age

    Before you start listening to this record, it’s probably recommended that you take a brief moment to remind yourself of your own age.  Doesn’t matter whereabouts on the scale you are, this record will humble you.  And if that’s not enough, try doing this: grab a friend (or handy passer-by) and play them Copper Blue by Sugar, followed immediately by Bob Mould’s Silver Age; and then make a mental note of the look on their face when you tell them that not only are the two records brainchildren of the same person, but are Twenty Years Apart and not about half an hour as it appears.

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  • Half Man Half Biscuit – 90 Bisodol (Crimond)

    It’s always a bit strange when one stops listening to the continued output of a band for no real reason, certainly in the case of this lot.  Have my musical tastes since excluded them?  Not at all.  Have they said anything nasty about me or members of my family / social circle?  Not that I’ve been advised of.  Has my sense of humour changed?  Oh dear me no, which is much to the chagrin of many.

    Truth is, I bought Half Man Half Biscuit’s debut Back In The DHSS, their follow-up Back Again In The DHSS, and then bought no more.  I have no idea why, as the snippets I’ve caught of their subsequent work – the ode to Willis-Ekbom disease that is Restless Legs and the unofficial anthem of the successful ‘Save BBC6′ campaign that was Joy Division Oven Gloves - are wonderful.  And if I’ve a spare couple of minutes, I’ll listen repeatedly to the 30-second epic of Vatican Broadside that is probably the funniest and catchiest song I’ve ever heard.

    So, upon hearing that a new one had been released last week, my response was a cheery “oh, go on then”, and so I continued where I left on back in 1980something…

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