PROVIDING a much needed unicorn chaser to the dark excesses of 1974, 1980 and 1983 – and giving you, dear reader, the opportunity to test the snazzy play/download option on zShare – the entirely appropriate Sergio Mendes & Brasil 77 bring us Love Music.
If this song doesn’t make you feel glad to be alive, that you could just kiss the sun if the fancy should take you, that everything will be alright in the end, probably, then there is something seriously wrong with you, my friend. You have no soul. Seek professional help. Quickly. But let me know what you think to the play/download thing before you do.
Dean Cavanagh definitely has a soul. Dean is one of those people who is always up to something.
I first ran into him in the early Nineties when he was promoting Bradford’s first big rave events and got to know him properly when he started the Herb Garden club culture fanzine with Dave Gill a couple of years later. He went on to promote the innovative Soundclash nights in Leeds before landing a major label deal with his friend Enzo Annecchini under the name Glamorous Hooligan.
Since then, he’s forged a working partnership with Irvine Welsh, with whom he’s written for both stage and screen. The pilot of Dean’s latest TV project Svengali, a razor-sharp comedy about an innocent (Jonathan Lewis Owen) lost in the London music biz, is being released in weekly five-minute chunks on You Tube and I guess the idea is for someone to pick it up and give them the money to do a full production.
It features Sally Phillips, Jodie Whittaker and cameos from the likes of Alan McGee and Paolo Hewitt and while you can tell they’re doing it guerrilla-style, it’s funny and it’s smart and I like it.
And while I remember, new band alert: Shit & Glitter, listen out for them. They are the future of now.
Like, I suppose, many other people in blogland, I’ve started getting occasional overtures from music PRs about featuring their artists on the blog. While it’s very nice that someone is taking an interest and all that, the trouble is that they see all the punk rock stuff and immediately think that I’m into contemporary indie rock, when I’m not. I’m really not.
So many thanks to Shain at One Little Indian/Fat Cat for sending over the info on Dusseldorf-based pianist/composer Volker Bertelmann aka Hauschka and this beautifully evocative film by Jeff Desom accompanying Hauschka’s track Morgenrot.
And if that doesn’t bring you down after Sergio, nothing will. You’re up there for the duration. Hauschka has a new album (Snowflakes and Car Wrecks) out on Fat Cat and London gigs with J Spaceman and the Necks over the next couple of months.
Thanks also to UK MC RQM for the link to a new track, “a Kurt & Courtney / Sid & Nancy tribute over a glitched-out rework” of a ‘well-known tune’ by the famously litigious Boner and company, which he knocked out with the aid of “Robot Koch of band Jahcoozi”. It’s like a different language. It’s probably no surprise that I’ve never been a big fan of the original but I’m liking this dissonant, messy monster a little bit more every time I hear it.
Music PRs please note: Send me vinyl and I will be your friend forever, most likely. T-shirts could also work. Easily bought? You betcha!
Carl at new Manchester blog Envirosonic strikes a gentle blow against our visually obsessed culture, by “attempting to understand the effects that sound has on our bodies, the role that it plays in our culture, and the sonic politics that govern our lives”.
Carl has a lot of interesting ideas about the environment we live in – including a future project where various people will be writing about what silence means to them – and he definitely has a very readable writing style. Here he is talking about a trip to listen to birdsong in the city centre:
“High pitched, soft, sweet melodies, whistled, twinkled and reverberated around me, audibly bouncing off of the surrounding buildings. Call and response played out in the air above me in darting panorama, sweet songs frequently interrupted by abrasive stabs of stark, brash, inharmonious mid frequencies ..
“.. What amazed me about this array of bird song was how so many layers, pitches, speeds and intensities fit together so effortlessly. Every sound had its place; warm, sweet warbles and melodies naturally filtered to dance amongst raw, brash stabs of noise ..”
Natty Rajah has emerged from a lengthy hiatus to post one of her trademark in-depth and knowledgeable reviews of reggae product, this time a collection of Lee Perry rarities from the Seventies named Voodooism. As ever, she makes me want to buy the music she talks about which, I guess, is the point. I’m hopeful we’ll get another post out of Natty Rajah sometime this year.
I was going to talk about the 14th annual Futuresonic festival, which is masterminded from a Bond-villain-style lair in Tory Trafford by the inveterate cat-stroker and former Twilight Zone resident Dr Drew, but I don’t have the time.
If you are in sunny Manchester this month however, you could do worse than visit the Klondyke Club in Levenshulme for the Blendaholics’ Ruthie and the Solutions, plus Homelife duo Paddy Steer and Tony Burnside (Saturday 21 March), and the launch of Paddy Steer’s album for Red Deer Club, Dragon’s Breath (Friday 27 March) – the latter featuring an all-star backing band which includes Graham Massey from Danny & The Dressmakers. He may have been in another couple of bands too.
Meanwhile, Tuesday nights in Chorlton are all about Elliot Eastwick’s World Famous Pub Quiz at Electrik. Some of the questions are a bit difficult, even for someone as full of useless crap and ephemera as me, but you’re allowed to cheat and it’s a laugh a minute. Seeing the quizmaster get drunker and more incoherent and out-of-order as the night progresses is worth the one pound quiz-tax alone.
Expletive Undeleted fully endorses and supports this impressive mid-week lack of sobriety.