The latest from Julia Holter is a lot of Julia Holter. A double album which feels like it consists of every single idea she’s had since the last one, all packed together into one dense package of madness, beauty, and loss. There might be a conceptual string that ties it all together, but I can’t find it, but with how dense each piece of pop is, it might be hiding somewhere within, waiting to be discovered on the seventh listen or so… Continue reading →
I went months thinking I’d already listened to this one, and when I finally got round to actually listening to the album I thought I’d already listened to, I realised I had and I hadn’t already listened to this album. If you’ve followed Interpol from the beginning, you’ll probably understand what I’m babbling. Or at least, I hope someone understands me. I’m not even sure I understand me. Continue reading →
At university I decided to join the anime club. I was really into Japanese cartoons at the time, from Naruto to Cowboy Bebop, and what better way to meet some like-minded individuals on all things Dragon Ball?
Of course I was late on my first day, those Student Union corridors all blend into grey, but no big deal. I knew I was there when I heard the screaming of ‘Nani’, it’s the number one telltale sign. So I peeked on through the window, then walked away. That day I learnt that just because you like something, doesn’t mean you’ll get on with others that do. Maybe I should have brushed aside the sight of Naruto headbands and the sound of 4chan posts spoken not typed, but sometimes you just know. It’s all the in the guts, and not the Berserk kind. Continue reading →
Here’s another gig from what seems like an eternity ago. Noise rock duo Lightning Bolt played an intimate set at the sweat inducing Jimmy’s in Manchester, for only £5, with a free beer and lighter thrown in, just in case that price still seemed to be a bit on the high side of things. I missed out on getting a ticket of course, for who would say no to such a deal (though I know a few who would have made sure to stay a certain distance from the venue after I let them listen to the band when questioned).
Thankfully the world is full of kind souls, and I ended up with someone’s spare, at the cost of a drink. It would have been nice to meet up again, I think we even talked about such things, after the noise subsided, but I’m terrible at getting back to people. Not out of forgetting, not out of not wanting to, but just out of my general anxious temperament when it comes to trying to form connections with the human race. I try to make music such as Lightning Bolt my antidote, hoping the intense display of drum and bass (of a certain kind) will surge through my body and into my mind, giving me a little of the power they share through live performance.
Alas, I think I’d have to be struck by lightning to change anything that deeply rooted inside.
2018 has been a year of reminiscence for The Flaming Lips, with the band digging up the 80’s, which is what everyone else does anyway, so why not Wayne Coyne and co? Seeing the Unseeable, or reissuing the out of print, that’s what we have here, four albums, two demo discs, one group of punk rockers on acid.
When my mum came over with ts latest Low release, Double Negative, for I sometimes end up with my post arriving back home, I put it on straight away. Of course, who wouldn’t do such a thing? There has always been a mild (hyperbole but…) interest in Low for her So it wasn’t entirely a selfish action to have some slowcore playing over coffee and catchup. Though as opening track ‘Quorum played out she stopped and turned to me with a look of concern. ‘Is it broken?’ And I guess all I could say was ‘Yes, yes it is.’ And it is. And it’s not. Continue reading →
I’d say out of all the artists I listen to, Kurt Vile is my favourite ‘boring; choice. Chilled out, droning slacker vibes are always in, never out, and its nice to lie back and listen to something which so confidently sticks to a sound that is distinctly Kurt Vile, but never anything but a constant hitmaker of laid back kicks that all sound exactly the same if you don’t pay much attention to the words which are often mumbles somewhere in the back. It’s always a pretty daze with Kurt, but that’s because he’s being bottling a whole heap within that head of wonderful hair of his. And so, ‘Bottle It In’ is a little more awake than I’m used to from Mr. Vile. Maybe I need to find a new ‘boring’ band to fill that gap… Continue reading →