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Playlists
Summer's over here. Not quite the summer of '67 or even '76 or
'77. Some brill concerts and another playlist.
Red House Painters. Old Ramon. Sub Pop.
Top notch and lengthy effort from the Painters. They were, I'm
told, excellent live on tour back in April/May, but for some reason I
missed their London stop.
Tim Buckley. Happy Sad. Elektra.
Jeff's dad sure could pound out a tune. Nice vibe accompaniment
here. Tell me that father and son don't sound alike.
Karamasov. Divorce Your Loved Ones with
Dignity.
Satellite.
Yes, they are named after that Russian novel by what's his name.
Builds on a confident debut with a nice slab of modern rawk musick.
Gwei-lo. s/t. Bella Union.
Sad this. The lead guitarist Al Brooker collapsed and died on
stage just before the release of this vocal-less wash of
post-rock. Good stuff and a bit of a find: no idea what made me
buy this, but glad I did.
Goldfrapp. Felt Mountain. Mute.
It's groups like this that set the UK and Europe apart from the US and
it's nothing to do with trade disputes. Alison Goldfrapp has an
other worldly voice - a sort of updated Kate Bush. Lots of over
the top dramatic lounge music.
Bardo Pond. Dilate. Matador US.
Bardo Pond. Set and Setting. Matador US.
I'm a daft bugger me. Missed Philly's answer to Mogwai (eh?) when
they played just up the road from me. Dilate doesn't quite top Set
and Setting. But all good, ahem, drug induced drone.
Faultline. Closer Colder. Leaf.
Another one of those, what made me buy it, but I'm glad I did
records. Intelligent dance music for metropolitan types.
Mouse on Mars. Idiology. Domino UK.
You liked Niun Niggung, so you'll like this. Jan and Andi say:
"Get up and dance, bitte."
Four Tet. Pause. Domino.
Talk about eggheads and precociousness, Kieran Hebden - who is Four Tet
- sounded like a cross between Miles Davis and Eno in the latest
Wire. Pause proceeds by a few months the next Fridge release where
Hebden gets together with his schoolmates to perplex the masses.
You can buy "No More Mosquitos" on 7".
Fridge. Sevens and Twelves. Output.
Collection of early stuff by Hebden, Adem Ilham and Sam Jeffers.
They were about 13 when they put down these post-rock tunes.
Habib Koite. Baro. Putumayo.
I was lucky enough to Koite live up at the Ocean in Hackney. It's
a nice club if you don't mind the area. Koite was sublime, backed
by a fantastic band which laid solid grooves all evening. Too bad
it had to finish by curfew.
Calla. s/t. Sub Rosa.
Calla. Scavengers. Sub Rosa.
Why are these guys, from Brooklyn no less, on the obscure Belgian Sub
Rosa label? Move over Radiohead; this is intelligent rock for the
masses. Very dark; very structured; very cool.
Todd Rundgren. Something/Anything. Rhino.
Ahem. Any semblance of cool went out the window. Well, I
loved "Hello It's Me" when I was a spotty, awkward
teenager. And I love it too as a spotty awkward 40
something. "There goes Todd."
The Allman Brothers Band. s/t. Capricorn.
More closet raiding with these good ol' boys. Don't mock; there's
some fabulous blues/country/rock influences throughout this release
from...1969. Yikes!!
David Byrne. Look Into the Eyeball. Luaka Bop.
Musician, artist and record executive Byrne returns to form with his
latest cd. He was marvellous on a hot night in Kentish Town.
The Rolling Stones. Sticky Fingers. Rolling Stones
Records.
I think the finest release by Mick and the boys. Ten classic
tracks including the raunchy "Brown Sugar", slaggardly
"Wild Horses", countrified "Dead Flowers" and the
incomparable "Moonlight Mile". Apparently Mick Taylor
still believes leaving the Stones was a good career move.
Appliance. Six Modular Pieces. Mute.
Quite simply one of my favourite discs of recent times. Totally
listenable, dancable and quotable.
Alog. Red Shift Swing. Rune Grammofon.
Eggheads from Denmark with titles like "a regular hexagon is found
traced in the sand on some beach". Quite.
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