The plethora of opportunities available to people in London never really ceases to amaze me. There is always so much to do, and so much to see. Perhaps, too much. Tomorrow night in Central London, I am torn as to where I should direct my feet and my ears in search of music. My genre of choice is slightly off-kilter wonky pop music, and still there is choice.
At White Heat, housed in the salubrious Madame Jojo's, I could go see The Chap. The below track, passed on to me absent-mindedly by my graphic design whizz-kid friend, Lucas, leaves me in mild disarray whilst wondering if this really is a song about Wendy Carlos (née Walter) and Stanley Kubrick. It could also be about Walter Stanley, a NFL player but it's most likely about nothing at all. Shivering synths, guitars jarring around nonchalent vocals yet ridiculous lyrics. Barringtone were meant to be supporting but I hear the singer, Barry, has broken a finger.
The Chap - Carlos Walter Wendy Stanley
Down the road at the ICA is the electro pop troubadour that is Esser. It's fair to call him a troubadour since he writes almost incessantly about the bitter suffering he endures at the hands of the fairer sex. Executed with panache, Satisfied laments the male condition whilst going on to illuminate the futility of trying to please a woman, as buying all the shoes just won't do. Whilst I Love You felt like a reinterpetation of White Town, this latest single from the ex-Ladyfuzz drummer demonstrates his knack for oddball pop, this time set against a 1920's vaudeville piano line. One of the singles of the year.