Wednesday, 22 April 2009

arthur & tracy


I've hit finals revision central.
Words and time are now on a premium.
Arthur Delaney is young and timeless sounding,
He probably shares a local with Kid Harpoon.
and drinks mild. To call him sentimental in a negative sense
would be sentimental. So don't do it. Single on Young & Lost.

Arthur Delaney - Darling






Obvious comment, Trailer Trash Tracys do sound
like they have used a trailer as a studio. A distorted spectral looping riff dances on a
drum sound done before like never before. If I was music supervisor for
a modern Donnie Darko sequel
I'd pick this. The outro is such a tease. On No Pain in Pop.

Trailer Trash Tracys - Strangling Good Guys




Thursday, 16 April 2009

never gonna let you down


The beautiful accumulation of sonic and lyrical ideas that was Elle Milano crashed and burned last year in gloriously self-prophetic fashion. You would think after such a rollercoaster ride a break might be in order. The disdain that ekes out of their former frontman, Adam M. Crisp, was always going to find an outlet though, and it shows in the adrenaline of new kids on the block, The Premarital Sect.

A project that began for the hell of it. A release perhaps. Crisp aka Entrepreneurs on vocals and guitars, ably supportd by schoolbuddies, Philth Black and The Walternator, on bass and drums. Those familiar with early Elle Milano will see similarities, the main difference being that was a band searching for their sound. The Premarital Sect don't give a fuck. I get the feeling they don't give a fuck about progression of sound, it's directly dark, angry and in your face.

quote from Entrepreneurs since his words flow better than mine:

'like an antidote for all the watered-down popular culture that is crammed down everyone's throats; blinking web adverts/featured bands/next big things/strangers telling you when they're taking a shit etc. We are unedited, unmarketed, and anonymous. We do not make music for record companies, have business meetings, or worry about 'the hook'. We record to cassette, listen to records, and regard Mark E. Smith as a musical God. Premarital Sect - for the kids.'


The Premarital Sect - Snuff Scene





The Premarital Sect - Intersection





The Premarital Sect - The Get-Out Clause






Right click, download and listen to all three continuously because even though it's all recorded to tape, this boy knows his way around a segue. Vocal style has descended into a ramshackle ramble, makes me think of Phil Daniels if he'd been locked in a cave for a decade on amphetamines. If you're looking for the soft touches that Elle Milano occasionally provided, you're in the wrong place. They don't have a myspace. They don't wanna be your 'friend'. Even though they aren't worried about hooks, they still have them.

Entrepreneurs is one to watch kids.

Sunday, 12 April 2009

interstellar love


There are two in the control room of ColouringIN. I know next to nothing of Tom Neville, but Henry Bennett is a character I'm familiar with. A friend of friends who happen to be friends with other friends joined together by Facebook, techno, T-Bar and Hackney. The life and soul of most parties, but perhaps in this age of the bender, it's a phrase with a meaning more entwined with chemical endurance than lustre. Of Bennett, I heard a girl once at a party, "He's an absolute wanker, really fit though. You'd fuck him as long as nobody ever found out".

Why am I telling you this? Who reads this shit anyway? I'm telling you this because it gives you a handle on the boy's ambition and talent. It's beyond sky-high, it resides somewhere up in the cosmos. This winds some people up because he acts like he knows it, I couldn't really give a fuck. A lot of effort has clearly gone into this, so credit where credit's due. And who wants a boring frontman? Not me.

The tunes churned out by Neville and Bennett are delectably spacey. I would be very surprised if one of the two songs below is not on a Kitsuné Maison compilation by the end of the year. It does seem like a matter of when, not if for ColouringIN.

ColouringIN - Intergalactic Romantic (demo)






Intergalactic Romantic is beautifully crafted: if computer studios had a feature where you fold a piece of painted paper in half to make a butterfly (like when you were in primary school) this would be the result. Dirty beats and keyboards take you away from the sound of crunching feet before the classically-trained opera singer leads in with a couple of choice lines. Looping vocals (reminds me of George Michael circa Older) build up casually before the chorus, but it's the corresponding you'll find I'm not that easily impressed that is the gem. The line splinters and loops before finishing. You can't help but be impressed.

ColouringIN - Letters (demo) - exclusive stream only by request





This had me from the off. Jumps right into layered vocals. Three layers here on a bed of strings. A chorus more insistent and repetitive than Intergalactic. All about the layered vocals. Ba-dum-bah-dum.

Play these songs over and over, let them sink in. Perhaps hold off on the live show for a while. Let the anticipation build and maybe wait 6 months when these guys will be playing everywhere in venues equipped with stages and soundsystems to match their ambitions. Sweaty basement venues is not where I'd like to see romantic future music. I want to be able to hear every layer. I want to see it against a backdrop of the night sky; failing that a ridiculous stage show with props, lights, dancers, multiple costume changes, videos, aliens to just make me think for a second that I'm not in East London. No matter how much I love it, escapism is a good thing.

Friday, 10 April 2009

post-grad wannabe socially accepted nonsense

photo: jcoterhals

And then there was one. An introduction so surely stolen from the moment in The Matrix when some kind of zen is reestablished. A riff so jaggedy it deserves cutting out with that special type of scissor. Glue it to a paper piano. Lyrics spat out like Juicy Fruit by a voice weighed down with similar disdain, yet capable of floating falsetto. A crunching chorus with what almost sounds like raspberries. A few ascending moments of guitar calm, a call and response paced at John Barnes rap speed. Back to the start. Introductory verse repeated with a little more kick and some backing la-la-la's, same ascending tranquility extended then all out-yelping hostility. Military drum fire. Lodged in my head for what feels like forever, but not really. Like regurgitating pain-killers then sucking them back down, glugged down with White Lightning before puking all over the playground and collapsing in a glorious heap. I honestly don't have a clue what I'm talking about. Such variety though yeah?

Perhaps a microcosm of all that is good / was great about Elle Milano. How I wished they had played ball with the biz, but then again it would have spoiled the magic. Or would it? We can't turn back the clocks.

Elle Milano - Catch The Magic



////buy Acres of Dead Space Cadets off Amazon for less than a pint. Ridiculous.

'Classic' Elle Milano kids. I would shut up about them, but they never liked blowing their own trumpets. Somebody has to and if you want a 'normal' description, the archives are on the right. Certainly one of the last tracks to surface from the Acres sessions, props to Zennor for sorting a brother out.

Adam M. Crisp aka Miya Suzuki aka Kobé Winona aka Entrepreneurs has been busy. Check back in a day or two for the real kinder surprise. In analogue.

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

you do me so well


Lazy hacks might say Bjork from Brooklyn. Sure, Olga Bell soars and shatters but join the dots and you're left with a closer resemblance to Regina. From her self-titled EP, Echinacea is my favourite slice so far, vitality bursting from every fizzing vocal flutter and playful beat. When she coos, "You do me so well in sickness and health", I can't help but wonder if it's a secret code to a boy administering his own daily pick-me-up rather than a homeopathic remedy.

Lyrics can and should be read any which way. It's the feeling behind it which sends me astray, headfirst into full-fat reveries.

Bell - Echinacea







Olga's take on Videotape and The Eraser is well worth your attention as well. I find the In Rainbows original rather intense at times, and this takes the edge off beautifully like a shot of whiskey in your coffee. This dreamy clarity definitely wouldn't happen in Starbucks.

Bell - Videotape / The Eraser




Monday, 6 April 2009

cargo. tuesday.


Aside from blogging, I moonlight as a frontman. I'm pretty good. That's all I'm going to say. Come to Cargo this Tuesday to see me and my band, Al Cool and the Stranger Wines in action.
Big news upcoming also.

/////facebook event

Wednesday, 1 April 2009

nothing but a b-side...

photo: iamthebestartist

As much as I consider myself an Elle Milano aficionado, it's possible to miss a trick. I certainly failed to appreciate this first time round, as the band hurtled towards implosion. A caustic musing on the futility of the b-side. Despair and hope mingling around an ironic core; perhaps the sound of a band realizing they are banging their head against a brick wall and not knowing how to react. It could also be about any relationship.

The guitar work leads me to believe this is the missing link between Elle and The Whitest Boy Alive, which is like one of those weird culinary combinations which shouldn't work (post yours, I can't think of any). Don't get your hopes up though.

Elle Milano - Killin' Time





////buy Acres of Dead Space Cadets off Amazon for less than a pint. Ridiculous.



Post-Milano projects are being whipped into shape. Watch out for The Premarital Sect. Coming soon.