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Gender: Male
Age: 37
State: Scotland
Country: UK
Signup Date: 10/11/2005

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Saturday, November 07, 2009 

Category: Music


I can't remember the last time I actually dreamt of a b-side but it happend on Wednesday night when, on holiday in the Lake District, I sat bolt upright at about 4am physically aching because I didn't own 
Fergus and Geronimo's "Powerful Lovin'" on vinyl.  Sounds a bit pathetic doesn't it?  A grown man dreaming of a popsong and feeling almost bereaved that he doesn't possess it...it just ain't right!  Fortunately, J and I had scheduled a wee excursion to Manchester for the following day so I resolved to find the famed Piccadily Records to see if they had a copy of "Blind Muslim Girl" (Tic Tac Totally).  Unfortunately, despite having Fergus and Geronimo's previous (killer!) single "Harder Than It's Ever Been" (Woodsist), they didn't have the Tic Tac Totally release so my pain (melodramatic...me?...never!) went uneased.  Until today, that is, when I was finally made well again. So what's so good about "Powerful Lovin'"?  Hmmm, I'd say:

1.  It has one of the most fabulous, idiot simple bubblegum keyboard lines you're ever likely hear
2.  Its instantly memorable melody sounds like it was purloined from any one of a thousand gut wrenching Southern soul records 
3.  The stately guitar solo is genuinely moving
4.  The vocals are immensely passionate and, thankfully, never sound like someone doing a Stars In Their Eyes imitation of Otis Redding 
5.  It shows genuine love for the sources from which it steals so never feels like a cheap, camp cash-in on other people's genius

It can currently be heard on their  myspace page and it looks like I'm not the only one who's fallen for its charms. Hurrah!
Monday, November 02, 2009 

Category: Music
Liz Harris, more commonly known as Grouper, is definitely not the kind of lady to get easily flustered.  As the Stereo crowd looked on in silence she adjusted and readjusted her (analogue!) cassette looping setup for what seemed like an eternity before starting her first song.  Once underway, however, she delivered a gorgeous 45 minuntes of distant, obfuscated minimalism.  Bathed solely in blue light, she teased only the gentlest of sounds from her blue guitar and when she sang it was in a quiet, sombre voice.  It was a bit like listening to a Julee Cruise/Angelo Badalamenti record under a 13.5 tog duvet with a goose down pillow over each ear and it was just lovely.
Thursday, October 29, 2009 

Category: Music
Further evidence that being being perenially slow on the uptake can reap rich rewards: I've just discovered Carla Thomas's "I'll Never Stop Loving You"!  Imagine...until last Saturday I'd never heard it!  Well, maybe I had at some Northern Soul or Mod night or other but I just became truly aware of it last Saturday when I listened to Kent's recent compilation of the best cuts from the 6Ts Soul Society's anniversary singles.  It's one of the strongest Kent collections I've heard in a good while but Carla's track and The Teardrops' barnstorming "Here Comes Loneliness" are the ones that have burrowed their way deepest into my affections to the point where whole days could pass without me listening or even wanting to listen to anything else.  After about the 15th play of "I'll Never Stop Loving You" at work today I thought I'd better retire it for a while just incase I wore it out but no sooner had the cd stopped than I found myself needing to hear it again so instead of ejecting the disc I gave it a 16th play and a 17th.  Somehow when it wasn't playing the day seemed hollower, less beautiful.  The reasons why I love this song and production are myriad so it's simpler just to say that in my opinion everything about this record is perfect; there's simply nothing that I would change if I had the ability to do so.  How often can you say that?

Sunday, October 25, 2009 

Category: Music
Like just about everybody of my vintage I loved The Clangers when I was a wee boy.  One of the things I liked most was the way they spoke.  I've always been a sucker for a swanee whistle...especially if it comes filled with jelly beans!  I like to think that if Oliver Postage had ever created a character called Cute Clanger his voice would've sounded something like the sublime little keyboard riff that toots beautifully all over The Dovers' magnificent "What Am I Going To Do":


I came to The Dovers' original of "What..." via the Flying Nun Records supergroup Pop Art Toasters who included a faithful but fabulous version on their covers e.p. over a decade ago.  I wonder if the current generation of pop kids will be switched on to the majesty of The Dovers through the new Atlas Sound c.d. "Logos" (Kranky/4AD).  It was pointed out to me yesterday that Bradford Cox had been smart enough to construct 'Walkabout' around that keyboard riff.  It's hard for me to be objective about the results as the instant I hear that perfect sequence of notes my head gets fuzzy with excitement but what I can say is, that after about half a dozen spins, the combination of Panda Bear's weaving melody and the bobbing beat makes me want to grin and dance every time.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009 

Category: Music


It sounded like Black Time had made last year's mighty "Double Negative" lp (In The Red) by stuffing the attitude of Huggy Bear along with an imperial tonne of fuzz into the Pebbles Trash Box and kicking it around for a while before emptying the shattered contents onto molten vinyl.  It was blasting and wonderfully abrasive: one listen to "Problems" and you suspected that these guys were plain evil!  It came as a bit of a surprise, therefore, to discover at Dow's on Saturday night that they were actually smiley, intelligent sounding chaps who possessed a good working knowledge of Scottish pop's most cherished gems.  As if to underline their nice-guy credentials, just before he took to the drum stool, the drummer stood behind me singing along endearingly with Ty Segall's smashing sounding debut lp.  To begin with I was a little disappointed that they weren't the unhinged snotty noise monsters I'd braced myself for.  Sure their guitars were loud but not, you know, nasty and as with Wavves their live sound was much less heaped with  feedback and other audio detritus than their recorded works would have suggested.  I quickly reached the point, though, where I didn't miss the scree and grew to really enjoy their 50s tinged set and when their song by "the greatest living Scottish punk band"  turned out to be an amped-up take on The Pastels' divine "Crawl Babies", my heart was all fuzzy even if their guitars weren't outrageously so. It wasn't all polite rock'n'roll, mind.  There were some scamp-ish punkboy antics: the singer/guitarist jumped onto a chair and then onto their merchandising table, trampling assorted cds, 7"s and lps underfoot. An act which made the condition extremist in me wince and made me glad that I'd bought my "Girls In The Garage" 7" and Ty Segall split lp before their set!  So, yeah, maybe they weren't the fiends of my imagination but they were well worth seeing and I'll happily do so whenever their battered transit van rolls into town.  
Tuesday, October 06, 2009 

Category: Music
My attendance at Sunday night's King Khan and The Shrines happening at Stereo was in doubt right up to the last possible minute.  Over the course of Sunday evening my need to economise duked it out with my lust for pop kicks but neither side of my brain could land that killer punch so I was all set to do the inertial thing and have a night in with an Ovaltine and Match of the Day 2.  Then D's words from the night before started to nag at me.  His assertion that the garage punk would be enhanced by a bit little bit o' soul forced me to crank J's laptop into gear and 27.34s seconds into listening to "Welfare Bread" I knew that if I didn't go I would regret it big time.   There was no time to go home so I rolled up to Stereo with my car's boot heaving with messages (or 'groceries' as non-Scots bizarrely seem to call them) having safely deposited the frozen goods in J's freezer. Not entirely rock'n'roll, eh?  From the moment the keyboard player took to the stage in winklepickers and a shirt adorned with frills like the crimped tops of Cornish pasties, I knew I'd made the right decision.  The King's feather-crowned-leopard-skin-jacketed arrival on stage was trumpeted by a guitarist whose uncanny resemblance to Jim Carrey impersonating Henry Rollins made me chuckle.  What followed was an industrial catering sized soul garage punk gospel riot!  Outfits coordinated, brass was big-cheeked and blasting and basslines roped your feet and forced you to dance whether you wanted to or not.  Band members charged through the crowd or teetered atop speaker stacks and vintage organs were held aloft at the stage's edge in direct violation of about 100 health and safety edicts.  It was quite a ride and The King's voice was just incredible no matter whose ghost it was evoking, be it James Brown's, Arthur Lee's or Ian Svevonius's.  I hadn't witnessed anything like it since I first saw The Make-Up at King Tut's or, maybe, The Dirtbombs at The 13th note a few years later.   A heart that was already hopped-up on the visceral power of The Shrines was given a further adrenaline shot when, heading back to my car, I had to sprint to avoid the glass and rocks being hurled from the second floor of a nearby construction site.  As I sat and listened to the insane ringing in my ears, trying to compose myself before driving home, I knew that I'd made the right decision so, if you're reading this, thanks for the sage advice D!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009 

Category: Art and Photography


...of course, the sole reason why I'd love to find a copy of this issue of Juniper Beri Beri is to read the plant-care guide as I'm having real troubles with my pesky geraniums and don't know where to turn.  I got a similar sugar rush from looking at this array of bonnie fanzine covers as I did when I first discovered the eye-snogging Bus Stop Records sleeve gallery page (which, sadly, appears to be no more) a few years back.  I've also been enjoying screwing up my face and pushing my waning ocular capabilities to the limit to read the scans of the old fanzines posted on The Golden Page Of Indie Fanzines Flickr poolBoth sites came to my attention via the 'deleciousness' links on the right hand side of the always dandy dusty7s blog.  Thanks dusty7s, yr a champ!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009 

Category: Music



This fine slice of bubblegum pink girl pop (and Betty and Karen do sound like girls and not women) was posted* on The Soul Music Thread of the Teenage Fanclub message board.  Not sure I'd call it 'soul music' but I was instantly charmed by it and luckily for me on the day it was posted there was a M(int)- copy on eBay just waiting to catch my eye.  Of course I tried to but couldn't resist and now I'm desperate for the postman to bring it.  Next time I play vinyl in public expect to hear it!  I think of that petite organ bit that pops up 3 or 4 of times and then fades out as quickly as it came as a sort of sonic equivalent of the impressions made by the cutest rubber stamp I bought from Loft in Shibuya.

* - thanks Kinky Wizard whoever you are
Monday, September 28, 2009 

Category: Art and Photography
Seems like every Saturday of late has been spent in some art gallery or other.  This of course, is a very good thing!  The day after enjoying a fine Friday's entertainment at the Moseley Folk Festival courtesy of Pastels/Tenniscoats and Saint Etienne J and I ambled in the sunshine along the canal to Birmingham's Ikon Gallery to take in the Carmen Herrera exhibition.  After having read The Observer's review I was hoping to see something special and so it transpired!  Her later works which featured simple, crisp geometric shapes with abrupt colour interfaces were particularly lovely.  I'm a sucker for this kind of painting!      

 

Back in 1995 when I first got access to the internet I plugged the words 'Bridget Riley' into the Alta Vista (remember that?!) search engine's text box and got precisely 1 hit.  Hmmm...Alta Vista-whack doesn't have quite the same ring as Googlewhack does it?  The funny thing was that Alta Vista hadn't even found an art site but a Television Personalities discography which listed their song "I Remember Bridget Riley" (a proud proclamation, to be sure!).  I'd never heard of the song before then but I remember being inordinately excited that a band whose music I was growing to love had written a song about an artist whose work I had just fallen in love with.  All this came flooding back when, 2 weeks ago, I stood in front of "Cataract 3" (or was it 2...I really should take a notebook wherever I go now that I'm advancing in years!) and 4 other prime Riley works in the airy, sun flooded ground floor room of the Glasgow's Gallery of Modern Art (GoMA).  She's still my favourite artist and her canvases still have the power to make me want to blow all my mobile credit phoning up everyone I've ever met to make them to go to the GoMA to see them.  Apparently, they've been there for ages which just goes to show that I should make much more of an effort to keep on top of what's currently going on in my home city!

Next we saw the final day of the Inspired exhibition at the Mitchell Library.  All of the works were supposed to have been inspired by the life or works of Robert Burns but it was clear that not everything had been; Tracey Emin and Holly Johnson submitted some real unrelated bin-end bobbins that must've been gleefully rescued from their chuck-out piles and hastily slapped in a frame.  There were some, however, which provoked postive reactions: chuckles at the Chapman Brothers' waggish "The Same Thing Only In Scottish", sadness at Ken Currie's small but sobering "A Man's A Man" and smiles at John Byrne's whisky toting intricately detailed depiction of Burns.  Whenever J and I have finished our sweeps of a gallery we always pick 1 or 2 artworks that we'd buy if we were minted.  For me it was a toss up between Byrne's aformentioned Famous Grouse Whisky commission and Adrian Wizniewski's "Highland Mary" with its romantic scene rendered in the soft almost day-glo of faded Bollywood movie posters:

 
Finally, on a fleeting visit to Dundee we paid a visit to its contemporary arts centre to see for ourselves the astonishing Thomas Hirschhorn exhibition.  Gulp!  Bits of it, especially "The Unforgotten" and the "Ur-Collage" series, certainly weren't for the faint hearted and it was fitting that the show was called "It's Burning Everywhere" as some of the horriffic images of people ripped apart by bombs are burnt into my mind and will not be forgotten for a long, long time if ever.  It's a powerful show which I'm glad I witnessed but I certainly won't be going back for another look.  Definitely not the kind of show to play the '...if we were minted' game after...
Tuesday, September 15, 2009 

Category: Music


For way too long I've had it in my mind to track down a copy of the Rainy Day lp but haven't really applied myself to the task.  This video for the band's radiant take on Bob Dylan's "I'll Keep It With Mine" makes me feel like a proper dumpling for not having tried harder!  I dread to think how many of this video's hits I've been responsible for since Everett True posted it on his Great 80s DIY and Pop blog in August.