This resides also in the until now ignored F ‘Various Artists’ section.
We’re going for a Candle Records double feature. This was the label’s 2002 collection of 20 songs from 10 acts in the stable.
As with most of these compendiums, the tracks were pretty much all previously unreleased. Many would never see the light of day elsewhere. These weren’t throwaway b-sides, but rather genuine nuggets of gold from the usual suspects (and a couple of fleeting follies).
It contains a true classic from the Ruck Rover lads. Mortgage is the first in their eventual bookend grizzles about the inanity of conversations with couples. It contains some of the most biting and perfect lyrics in songwriting history (“Was your deposit really that large? Were the bank fees really that low? Are repayments really that flexible? Bugger, me whatta you know”).
Darren Hanlon delivers his usual poignant tale of romantic inadequacy on Yes, There is a Slight Chance He Might Actually Fail, and Tim Oxley debuted his brilliant House Husband. A few of the less known Candlites Weave, and the once off D.O.P.H. manage some passable pop.
I was captivated by the album when it came out, and it’s been fun revisiting.
File under: More meat than Masterchef
Posted in F, Oz Artists, Various
Tagged album, album review, Candle Records, CD review, Darren Hanlon, Golden Rough, Jodi Phillis, music, music review, Richard Easton, Rob Clarkson, Ruck Rover, The Lucksmiths, The Mabels, Tim Oxley, Weave
Another I missed back in the Fs.
Here’s the third of five Candle Records compilations in my collection. It came pretty late in the Candle epoch, and was perhaps the most outlandish and adventurous collective action from the label.
While the acts on the roster were predominantly of a simple and gentle bent (musically) with a preference for the organic rather than electronics, the strummed rather than the programmed, this CD saw them handing their precious tracks over to knob twiddlers and song transformers.
What I’m saying is that this is the remix album probably no Candle fans had been holding out for. Before you get too excited, the outcome is not exactly dancefloor fodder (beyond perhaps some demented kindergarten – hmmm, is ‘demented’ superfluous there?). Typically the tracks have had their strings stripped out with a slightly faster backing of beeps and squeaks parachuted in.
It works most effectively when former Tlot O. Bolwell reunites with Stanley to funk up the classic Ruck Rover track about newsreaders. Guild League‘s Siamese Couplets becomes very cheesy, while Pipas take the Lucksmiths‘ How to Tie to Tie dangerously close to Architecture in Helsinki land (fear not, it retains a melody however).
All in all, this is a curiosity for Candle completists, but not likely to change your world.
File under: Better than a B-side
Posted in F, On Vinyl, Oz Artists
Tagged album, album review, Anthony Atkinson, Architecture in Helsinki, Candle Records, CD review, Darren Hanlon, Golden Rough, Jodi Phillis, music, music review, Pipas, Richard Easton, Ruck Rover, The Guild League, The Lucksmiths, The Mabels, Tim Oxley, Tlot Tlot
I’m working my way backwards through albums I missed along the way. This one was overlooked among the Fs in my vinyl collection.
I was never cool or buff enough to embrace the world of Fugazi and the post-hardcore punk brethren.
I did enjoy their brutal take on rock whenever I encountered a clip of theirs on Rage or SBS, but at no point did I think ‘I need to pick me up one of the low-priced CDs’.
But, I did somehow end up buying this LP bundled with a doco of the band (on VHS no less – a rare pairing of defunct formats) at a Shock Records sale.
I did what the video at least once, and recall it as earnest, grainy but enlightening. These guys clearly had/have a passion for playing loud and fast (and for scolding sweaty mosh pit aggressors).
This record is (not surprisingly) mainly vocal-less renditions and demos of what I guess might be their ‘hit’ tunes. It does reveal them to be highly competent at laying down some belting rhythms and nice licks. It is quite a groove they get up and this does work as great reading/office music (something I doubt they were aiming for). The vocal tracks tend towards the novelty and are less endearing.
I like this enough to think I should venture into their broader catalogue.
File under: More pleasure than torture
The complex world of George Clinton’s P-Funk collective can be tricky to delineate. I own more from the Parliament side of the coin than from Funkadelic, but have always struggled to distinguish the real difference between the two entities.
This here is one of many greatest hits collections from these funk icons. It contains some of the greatest recorded sounds you will ever here. These guys took what James Brown was doing (and many of his band members) and added an absurdity and lack of restraint he was never quite willing to embrace.
The basslines are contagious, the vocals primal (and regularly silly). How can you resist grooves (and stage garb) like this?:
Freak of the Week, One Nation…, and the astounding Who Says A Funk Band Can’t Play Rock? make this album (or any album with said tracks a ‘must own’).
The rest of the album doesn’t ever hit those heights (although it is fun to play ‘spot the sample’). The adventures into psychedelia have never quite grabbed me. I thus play my Parliament collections much more regularly.
I do wish I’d been there for their 1970s live extravaganzas however.
File under: Get some funk in your trunk
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Tagged album, album review, CD review, funk, Funkadelic, George Clinton, James Brown, music, music review, P-Funk, Parliament
Back in the early-ish 1990s I was a potentially pathological pursuer of the Tlot Tlot phenomenon.
This Melbourne duo pumped out nonsense rhymes and pop silliness on guitar and keys backed by a drum machine. Thus they were lazily likened to NYC’s They Might Be Giants.
I regale you with this tale as it explains the appeal of this album from former Tlotian Stanely Paulzen and a newer buddy.
A classic from the Tlotite live show finally gets a recorded run here. Please Don’t Ask For An Apology is the sort of tune that’d race out the door as a very early draft pick if such things occurred in the songwriting world.
The TMBG comparison is truly justifiable with respect to With the Exception of Saturn, an astronomical love analogy that the two Johns would happily call their own.
This album doesn’t have the pure pap charm of its predecessor in the Astereo oeuvre, but it is still a perfect lazy Saturday afternoon spin (and thus well suited to my day today).
And you’ve got to love the zero-budget video Stan produced on the security camera at his work:
File under: Would you like to break dance?
No, I haven’t dived back to the letter A. Fred Astereo is the band’s name.
This is one of the many incarnations of Melbourne’s very creative Stanley Paulzen (also of Tlot Tlot and later Ruck Rover fame). Anyone who has ever encountered him belting out a tune will have a strong recollection of a few characteristics:
– He has a sense of humour that is corny yet from left field
– He seems deliberately uncommercial yet is poppy as all hell
– He has a timeless quality bordering on vaudevillean
This incarnation is where he puts all of that on display. The sound is very much cocktail hour. So crooning one minute, cheesy country the next, and some tunes that sound like they may have prompted flappers dancing in the 1920s. I’m not sure I’ve explained that very well at all. Have a look at this clip (by the way Stan’s the guy in the chair at the very start):
This album is chock full of hummable gems, all nerdy tales of love in various guises. That’s Maths brings asthma into romance. Robot Girl takes love beyond human-to-human, as does the bizarre Egg. How Many Brides? makes country seem way too easy.
Buy this album.
File under: Love songs for the weird at heart
Lou Barlow and his buddy John obviously bore easily.
The three years between Folk Implosion albums saw their sound morph considerably. Into the studio are hauled some samplers, a vocoder and the muffling cotton is removed from the engineer’s ears.
So now we have a more upbeat, somewhat electronic tone. We’re talking less funky than Beck, less idiosyncratic than the Eels.
Unfortunately, what is lost in the mix is the wow factor of Barlow’s voice and the strong sense of intimacy, in the sense of being part of something small and organic (organic in the “close to the source” sense, not the mutant, overpriced vegetables sense).
This is still better than their debut, and interesting in parts, but it never gets me in the same fashion as Dare to Be Surprised, as it feels the lads are going through the motions too often and trying to latch on to some zeitgeist that aint really their thang. Quirky seems to be the aim here, but it is rather forced and awkward:
File under: Sleep easy but unsated.