It’s been mighty cold and pretty damp in Melbourne town over the past week. At such times, my thoughts turn to numerous grey days I have spent under London skies on my various stays there.
This album is a perfect soundtrack to such feelings.
The Guild League is the vehicle Lucksmiths lead-singer Tali White established to showcase his song-writing and to explore more complex, layered music.
He’d been doing a lot of travelling from a London base during that time. The songs herein capture the joy of exploring new surrounds, and the sadness of love long- distance.
The music swings between upbeat, at times, downright funky (Jet Set Go! and Siamese Couplets) numbers, to wonderfully melancholy string compositions.
Tali has always had a silky sweet voice, but here we also get to see his skill at wordplay and imagery (Cosmetropolis is a treat). He hooks up with a whole gang of collaborators who construct some mesmerising soundscapes and jaunty numbers. The cello, handclaps and layered vocals on Faraway Place are truly ambitious.
This album is not perfect. Its pacing is a little awkward and a couple of tunes are regular ‘skips’, but every backpacker should have it loaded into their iPod.
The band didn’t deign to make any videos, so I did (!):
File under: Moving
Posted in G, Oz Artists
Tagged album, album review, Candle Records, CD review, music, music review, Richard Easton, Tali White, The Guild League, The Lucksmiths
I went through a ‘lo-fi’ phase in the mid-late-1990s. I was seduced by the awkwardness and deliberate difficulty of it all.
Thus I have an excess of albums from Superchunk, Sebadoh and these guys.
Not wanting to prejudice those “S” reviews in a couple of years time, those blokes were a little less difficult than this collection from GBV.
I’ve seen GBV referred to as ‘anti-rock’. I presume that refers to their unwillingness to conform with the expectations of record labels, listeners etc.
For example, here we get 28 tracks, most under 2 mins along, most without a chorus-verse structure, many without intros or outros. Most sound like they were recorded underwater (one deliberately so) or from a long, long distance away. Tracks are overdubbed, underdubbed, haphazard and throwaway.
I get the concept – let the music free, don’t conform, don’t overmassage the message. But in the end it just aint very listenable or enjoyable. It’s the musical equivalent of mumblecore – over-rated and self-indulgent.
It’s a real shame. There is a huge amount to like on this album underneath all the grime. These guys lay down some great riffs, grooves and what could/should be choruses. Game of Pricks and Motor Away are very solid (although the latter was improved by the Salteens), and songs about hunting knifes are always fun:
File under: Roadworks are called for…
With my recent burst of review productivity this blog has managed to clear an important hurdle. The first of my two CD racks is all done!
That’s 24 of the little compartment thingies.
The other rack has 55!!
And there’s the vinyl as well.
We’re going to be here a long time folks…
Here’s a CD from the wife’s collection.
She clearly embraced Calif-skate punk more than I ever did. But, as I comment to her regularly, she does have good taste.
It was hard to ignore Green Day around the time of this release. They released classic single after classic single and occupied a lot of music video land. They even (eventually) ended up soundtracking a Seinfeld episode (and now have their own Broadway Musical – which is sort of a punk-ish act in its contrariness).
But before all that came this explosion of an album. It is almost the Thriller of pop-punk, featuring as it does five big hit singles.
When I Come Around is the most contagious, Basket Case the one with longest bridge and most scope for air-drum action, but it’s always been Longview that did it for me. The power toms and the witty lyrics keep it fresh:
The highs on this album are mountainous.
The rest pales considerably. When Billy isn’t spitting lyrics, it’s all pretty straightforward guitar power-pop of the sort The Young Fresh Fellows played to much less fanfare.
As we own no more Green Day, I’m using this review to also embed my favourite vid from the boys:
File under: Horse management anyone?…
You have to respect the single-minded artist.
This greatest hits collection from one the megastars of the soul music scene showcases twenty tracks, each and every one of them concerned with the topic of love.
Getting distracted by food, civil rights, cars or even euphemisms is not for Mr. Al Green. He’s focussed on your love, her love, lost love, the next love and being loved. And love invokes squeals, “yeahs”, guttural purrs and many, many high notes.
We have stumbled into rutting season and he is the man with the hugest antlers. But Al is no sleazy Barry White or Isaac Hayes. His is an angelic, wholesome Let’s Stay Together, Let’s Get Married love.
After recording these he went from Mr to The Reverend. I’m not completely au fait with his gospel career, but what I’ve heard stays on the righteous side of saccharine.
But back to the corporeal love side of things. This is a fantastic collection. The backing orchestration – very often built around organ and/or horns – is first rate. The vocal stylings flawless. And as you can see from the cover, and moreso from this video, his hair is irresistable (and inspirational):
You can seriously hear the hair in the songs…
File under: It is easy being Green
Yesterday I supposed that I would have been even more appreciative of the Grates’ debut if I was a decade and a half younger and thus willing and able to push myself up near the front and embrace the ecstatic vibe of it all (ok, I am paraphrasing/embellishing).
Their follow-up is an album I’m sure I would have embraced with greater enthusiasm back in the day.
It’s got that “more difficult” second-album thing going in.
There isn’t a killer single. Oh Yeah is the most obvious contender and wouldn’t crack the top 5 from album #1:
The sound is more polished, but more predictable. It ain’t nearly as poppy. It feels like the band feared becoming the Frente of their generation, and thus put away their silly hats and instead embraced the more surly Yeah Yeah Yeahs side of their personality.
I’m probably being harsh here. Milk Eyes works, as does Burn Bridges.
As a younger man, I would have spent more time with the album, allowing myself to be seduced by its standoffishness, delighting in my persistence and sophistication in “getting it”.
I ain’t got that in me anymore, especially on a rainy day ill-suited to brash electro-rock.
File under: My patience is lost
The Grates popped on to my CD shelf in a very Gossip-like fashion.
They too had an enormous breakout single that was on permanent rotation in my skull for months.
The outrageously energetic and raucous 19-20-20 is irresistable in its silliness:
The Grates are one of those bands that make me wish I was younger and more agile. Jumping around to these guys and basking in their enthusiasm would have been just the ticket back in my more skinny days.
The Brisbanites take Karen O vocal stylings and add a zaniness and playfulness that sits the right side of forced. The grooves are party-worthy, the choruses infectious and fun to sing along too.
The weakness is the hit and miss nature of it. The weak songs on here are just irritating (e.g. opener I Won’t Survive).
But the winners are ample compensation. Not many debuts have such strong tracks as Inside Outside, Science is Golden, Trampoline and Lies.
This is perfect walking-to-work music (it’ll make you smile on the mopiest of mornings). It sucks as background music for proofreading a report however.
I love the energy of these guys so much I’ve embedded three clips instead of the usual maximum of one.
File under: Patience is golden
Sometimes the obscurity of some CDs in my collection makes me want to cry.
This may well be the perfect case in point. This little collection of sweet ditties gets very frequent airplay in our house, but has dropped off the musical radar otherwise (I can find not a single sample song for you guys to drool over anywhere on the Interwebs).
This duo popped into my world one day at the old Rob Roy hotel, playing support for some Candle band, and I was blown away. This is a hard reaction to acheive when you’re justtwo blokes on acoustic and steel guitars (and occasional harmonica) singing Simon & Garkfunkel-style harmonies, but that’s what Tim and Trent managed to do.
Tim I’ve reviewed before, while Trent was a Melnik I believe (so look out for a review of his back catalogue in about 2 years time!).
The album weaves a magical storyline of musicians seeking a better, more relaxing, and (dare I say it) harmonious life, and includes some outrageously touching and smirk-worthy lines (e.g. “spent half my savings drinking goodbye”).
This country-tinged gem warms my heart and lifts my spirits each and every time I spin it, and every person on Earth should own a copy.
Indeed, I am willing to part with a superfluous sampler version of this CD (which is in many ways better as it doesn’t include the couple of less-inspired tracks on here) to the person who leaves the most appealing comment over the next week – mailing cost free..
File under: A sweet suite
This whole report-writing caper has certainly suffered in the face of the Gossip onslaught.
Their most recent long-player is a more coherent, almost seamless collection than SITWOC. I have been transported toa diva-rrific world of pounding drums, soaring vocals and anthems for empowerment of all kinds.
Beth Ditto’s voice is utilised even more effectively here. She really knows how to make a lyric, well…sing. Her ooo-ooohs and “cruel worlds” on Heavy Cross it is pretty irresistable stuff:
That track is probably the most electro on the album (i.e. there isn’t quite as much of that ‘jigger, jigger’ sound elsewhere).
Again, the trio deliver song after song that would have me jumping around if I saw them live (my missus had the good fortune of catching them in Adelaide earlier this year and is still raving) and heading to the dancefloor if I ventured anywhere that’d spin these tunes. The opener Dime Store Diamond, Four Letter Word and Love Long Distance all get my heart rate leaping.
Just remind me to play this album somewhere other than my office in future.
File under: Not music for productivity