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Sadly, I do not speak or read Japanese, but if I did then I think there would be a lot of fascinating things to discover about Shiina Ringo. From what I can gather from badly translated websites is that she is a famous musician in Japan, where her mole (sorry, "beauty spot") is famous because it appeared suddenly after years of her drawing it on by herself as some sort of fashion statement. Those Japanese girls, eh? The mole was removed in 2003, incidentally.
"The last musician that came to my house brought a Belle & Sebastian record, so I haven't invited any back since"
The risky thing with writing about bands that everybody knows about is that you run a much higher chance of people getting stroppy about it if you say anything critical, or people questioning your facts. So I will avoid saying anything particularly controversial about this band, because most of you probably know everything there is to know about Minor Threat as it is.
The Unicorns splitting up meant very little to me. My perception of them was that of a half decent pop band with an over powering undeserved sense of their own importance. That sense causing the music to seem like an empty, dull experience when if the pomposity had been played down, "Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?" could have been a fantastic little slice of happy-go-lucky indy-pop. But when such sweet and well intentioned lyrics (drove myself in to emergency/urgently) were sung with all the self importance of a man who's just found a cure for cancer, I no longer wanted anything to do with it. Upon listening to this Islands debut I felt vaguely inclined to give The Unicorns' cult success in disc form another go. Perhaps thinking there was something I'd missed before. I was wrong, it was still the over glorified piece of ego frenzied pop that it ever was. A fucking headache that I turned off after a few tracks.
"Passenger" is a sample track from FBC Fabric & Reindeer's full-length release entitled "It's Not Who You Know, It's Whom You Know". To be completely honest, it's rare that I find myself splashing out for an entire album based on the strength of a single sample track. It's a great way to get a record collection packed with records that have one track worth listening to. But if the limited reviews I've read are anything to go by, this single track is just the tip of a fantastic UK hip-hop iceberg. Your interest in this track will of course be based upon how open minded you are towards hip-hop. If you're all about the grit, the grime and the glamour then go and buy the new Ghostface Killah (it's really fucking good) and leave us pasty little geeks to our experimental, inoffensive backpacking. However if you're into the idea of a damn fine, relaxed, fantastically produced and lyrically musing little hip-hop number, then chances are you'll adore FBC Fabric and Raindeer.
Much as I like Azure Ray, I've only ever really heard of Maria Taylor referred to as "that girl from Azure Ray" and I hardly think that's fair when it's so obvious that this album stands on it's own so strongly. Thanks to my geeky street team status, I was sent this album in the post for free one day by Saddle Creek records, and I'm glad too because otherwise I would probably never have sought it out myself. Maria Taylor floats somewhere around the core of Saddle Creek, featuring on dozens of their most famous releases, such as Bright Eyes and The Faint, and dusting everything with her special little magic touch. You can't blame people for wanting her to feature on their albums - almost every track on this album could make a great single, although 'Song Beneath The Song' stands out like Robert Wadlow at a midget convention. Mr Conor Oberst pays her back for all the times she has featured on his records in this track, and it does have a touch of what Bright Eyes can do when they're on top form, while 'One For The Shareholder' has that electronic dream pop sound that makes you realise why The Faint want a bit of this girl too.
Fantastic Damage was the record to really catch the young rebellious rapper El-P at the top of his game. It's a common perception that indie hip-hop is just a watered down version of the raw primal realities that are painted in hip-hop, not at all the case with El-P. He always hated authority, he was always full of angst and anger and vitriol. Fortunately he was smart enough to take up music production and allow all that hate to be put in to an audio format. From there he could broadcast every ounce of hatred and every dark thought in to a surprisingly receptive world of hip-hop junkies.
Laband is an electronic/trip-hop artist from Africa. On "Dark Days Exit" he ventures in to a world of semi-ambient string samples with a severely toned down electro feel. The album is a constant flirtation with this desire to create soundscapes of his homeland and give across the rich, textured images in his mind through the medium of electronically created music. In this he is completely successful as tracks such as "Dirty Nightgown" summon up mental images of a hot and humid yet rather laid back landscape with a slight hint of darkness and fear which is how he's been quoted as describing the land in which he grew up.
This month saw the new album from Drive-by truckers released and after spending a day with it, I must say it's a real jem. As per usual they've taken that strong southern rock 'n' roll influence and created a decent heart-on-sleeve and honest record that doesn't allow it's country or emotive elements to cause any of the music to feel tacky. The perfect slice of southern grit for the indoor scarves and frappacino crowd.
Whilst I'm giving the new Drive-by Truckers album a decent amount of listening time before I try to write it up, I'm going to take the opportunity to ramble on about a record that's easily in my all time favorites. I'm sure many of you have at least heard of Guided By Voices and probably heard them described with such seemingly over the top phrases as "the best band of the 90s" and "the closest thing we've had to The Beatles in the last few decades". I could understand why such bold statements might make any person not familiar with the band somewhat weary of checking them out. After all, everyone with a sod of sense is very cautious around absurd amounts of hype. As this record was released when my age was still in single figures, I'm in no position to tell you how ground breaking this record was or how it was received upon it's release, all I'd be able to give you would be the obvious churnings of a kid who's studied musical moments way before his time and is therefore basically reciting what people have told him. It doesn't really live up to being there at that time and blah blah blah.
So the other day I was walking to a friends house and therefore had to make the trip through South Ashford. Anyone who's ever been to that armpit of an area would understand why I had my huge headphones on full blast. All you can hear otherwise is the local youths (as they're described on police radio reports) screaming at each other, cars violating the speed limit in places where children tend to play on the street and fat American tourists loudly expressing their amazement at the fact we have KFC over here. And people wonder why someone wouldn't want to go outside if they didn't have to. Anyway, I had my ipod on random and for the first time I'd listened to them in months, an EMBLD song came on, "Morning Has Broken" as it happens. About thirty seconds in I was completely reminded as to what made me fall in love with this band years back. Guy Mcknight might not be the best singer you'll ever hear but damn that guy has passion. He just always had this sense of urgency and sulfur to his vocals, much like Iggy used to do, that's been lacking in many new bands of late. Then there's the rest of the band that sound like The Cramps on cheap British cider. How can they not be a decent mutant of a rock 'n' roll act? So I made a note on my arm (no paper on me) to listen to my EMBLD records when I got home the following night and it was just as I suspected, they still slay like no man's business. For those of you who haven't checked this band out before, there's tracks from their two full lengths below. Buy their albums, they're pretty poor and it'll benefit both you and them.
Killing Joke's 2003 self titled release was a real slap in the face to every two bit metal band the world over. There were four dudes that had the reunion not happened, time would probably have forgot. Their back catalogue whilst extensive and at times impressive had become worryingly out dated as time had gone on. Then they dropped the bomb and showed everyone why they were such an impressive proposition all those years back and impressed us all with their incredible ability to adapt. It must have royally pissed off everyone in a band with heavy tendencies the world over. Knowing no matter how hard they tried, these forty year old dudes had just completely handed their arses to them.
I'm starting to think that our old friends Mogwai might be in a spot of trouble. For years now they've pretty much defined the face to feet, wandering, progressive noise that we all love so well. However they're facing a new problem, a whole wave of clones not only making their sound which was once a complete blast of fresh air seem ordinary, but some of said clones have bettered their hero's last album. It's your fault Mogwai, you give these guys an idea and before you know it someone's taught them a chord, and another, and another and before you know it they've progressed past everything you could teach them. It's like a really generic kung-fu movie.
Last night I wandered into Borders and found myself flicking through their (generally) dismal selection of albums when a familiar name caught my eye. It was The Beauty Shop's new album which, upon closer inspection, appears to be all the best songs off of the Yr Money Or Yr Life debut, with a couple of newbies and better album artwork. Unfortunately I didn't have the spare cash to fork out on this new buy, so I can't comment on their new material, but it did remind me to tell all our Big Static readers that they have to listen to this band. It's not a suggestion, it's an order.
As it stands, despite heavy competition from Oh No! Oh My!, Ghostface Killah and Jesu, my favorite record of this year is currently the Japanese eccentrics Boris' "Pink" (this going by it's international release). Prior to hearing said album I'd only heard their two songs in an hour sludge album "Absolutego" and didn't care for it at all. However after I was basically forced to listen to a friends import copy of "Pink" at the beginning of this year, my perception of the band has changed completely. "Pink" is a fantastic fusion of their sludgy roots with new elements of shoegaze, uplifting and epic post-rock and completely clear and shimmering vocals. Perhaps this phrase has been used to death but "Pink" really is a masterpiece and worth you all checking out.
Have you ever felt the intense desire to listen to something friendly? Not perky or hyper or courteous but just friendly? It might sound like a dull concept but We Will Build are anything but. With a nice blend of influences such as Air and Ratatat, These two Canadians are the musical equivalent of a nice tender hug and frankly, as much as it makes me sound like a wuss, I like little else in the world more than hugs, musical or physical. In fact, We Will Build are so friendly that they've put up an entire album's worth of songs in a blog on their myspace page. That's like a friend giving you some money to buy an album 'cause you're broke. To add to this, one of their songs is called Eugene. That's my name. If I didn't know better I'd think We Will Build is an elaborate hoax to make me feel good.
New Buffalo are somewhat of an oddity to me. They play a style of music that I can only think to call lounge-jazz but despite the obvious tedium that I'd attach to such a label, Last Beautiful Day has been completely blowing me away of late. They're easily comparable to Feist as the vocals carry that certain sexy lady of leisure quality and the general diverse use of brass helps the comparison along as well, however at other points the vocals cause New Buffalo to sound like Broadcast if the synth was replaced with an acoustic guitar, in other words, the singing sounds like that of Broadcast. Comparisons aside, Last Beautiful Day is some powerful stuff. The overly honest and powerful lyrics supply the record with many decent tear jerker moments and the jazz and acoustic compositions only add to the general emotional feel. "Come Back" is the stand out track with one of the most heart melting choruses I've heard in some time. A record to listen to whilst crying in to your ice cream, basically.
No Protection is an album of dub remixes with the majority of the samples coming from Massive Attack's mid 90s album "Protection". The masters were handed over to the much respected dub musician Mad Professor and he completely took apart the album and put it back together so that "Protection" was now a bass-loop filled piece of dub ambiance. With Massive Attack being widely described as trip-hop or hip-hop or whatever, this reconstruction showed just how much of the band's sound came from reggae as Mad Professor's transformation made all the subtleties that went in to "Protection" a fair bit more clear. 
I'm always going to be a sucker for this kind of set up. One seventy-five year old Mississippi resident who's spent large portions of his life in jail plays guitar and sings whilst a man who's perfectly happy to let his wife drag around an oxygen canister in one hand and hold a cigarette in the other plays a snare and bass drum. It's the simple stripped to the bones blues and T-Model himself is an unintentional mockery of the blues clique. Picture a blues player, I'll bet anything you just got the mental image of a man sitting on a stool with his acoustic guitar and gently strumming out his troubles. T-Model himself however is aggressive and with the exception of his one band mate, no one can stand to work with him. This record comes from Fat Possum's desire to dig through every shit hole in America and bring to the record buying public real slabs of gritty, soulful, honest, blues from people who really have lived the hard life. Nothing that the majority of people reading or writing for this page can really relate to but sure as hell can appreciate and enjoy.
If the name Aspects strikes you as familiar but you can't figure out where you've heard the name before, they are a set of the many rappers that have done guest vocals on previous DJ Format records. Format being a man that recruits musicians based purely on their skill and not any superficial reason, you can understand what to expect. A set of incredibly plain in appearance (one of them looks like my old Physics teacher) but incredibly proficient rappers. The more I think about it them more I consider Format records to be more of a showcase for his collection of rappers than an exercise in his own Disk jockeying. His loops and beats pride themselves on being simple and not overly imposing and therefore giving the rappers present a chance to really shine. You could consider the whole thing an act in hip-hop proficiency if the music wasn't so damn catchy.

I'm not going to lie to you, I fucking hate Morrissey. Just look at the album artwork to the left. Is there anyone here who doesn't find his melodramatic pose to be, well, ridiculous? Then there's his inability to talk to the press without making statements on political subjects that he clearly knows precious little about and thus coming off as a pompous wanker and then such statements actually making it on to his records. Oh and let's not forget the Morrissey live show in which he plays in front of a huge brightly lit "Morrissey" sign (because I thought he was Jay-Z and was very confused when the Jigga man started playing "Irish Blood"). There's also the fact that I've enjoyed very little of his output since he went solo and I'd started really questioning his relevance after sitting through his last album.
Unrepeatable was recorded long before Izzard would reach his prime. On the recording we hear a slightly awkward but clearly very promising young standup working his "talking bollocks" shtick that would eventually become his trademark. His colored clothing forms an army, birds gather on people's lawns to freak out people who've just see The Birds and the absurdity of advertising is pointed out: "those two people use our product and they're shagging". He also shows an ability to easily shoot down the closed minded moronic attitudes of people who have a problem with his dress sense (that of a woman). The two tracks below are him lightly mocking the absurdity of his transvestite ways and how others perceive him because of it.
Towards the end of May, the first album from Peeping Tom will be released. It's said to be Patton's most commercially friendly album since his arena rock days in Faith No More. Patton claims it to be his take on pop music, which is a fairly decent justification for his re-entry of more easily palatable music. To add to this already great news, the list of people he'll be collaborating with is something else. Whilst tracks with favorites of mine such as Massive Attack and Kool Keith are bound to be amazing, there's also a song featuring the ever bland "jazz" musician, Norah Jones. I'll be posting some tracks up here as soon as my pre-order arrives (yes, I'm that much of a nerd).
It's my belief that there's a positive correlation between how much a band is clearly influenced by The Jesus & Mary Chain and Spacemen 3 and how good the quality of their music is. Dead Meadow understand this concept and with "Shivering King And Others", my favorite of their albums to date, they put the theory in to action. For Dead Meadow it's all about the distortion and walls of feedback that do their best to hide the decent melody underneath, much like the influences that they so clearly wear on their sleeves. How they set themselves apart however is their lack of desire to stop when any producer would tell them the song is long enough. Take "I Love You Too" for example. That song could easily be trimmed down to about three minutes but they know that practice would make them come off as any other run of the mill drone band. So they keep going, falling further in to distortion and chaos as they go. It's great music to relax to and just wash in the sound and it's great to pay heavy attention to and notice every little chord they hit.
For those of you who don't read this page with anything that resembles regularity, Jesu's self titled debut LP was in my top ten records of last year and even as I discover records of 2005 that I was oblivious to when creating the list, that master class in warm guitar lead ambiance still maintains it's place.
So grime is becoming a bit of an underground success in the US, right? I'm sure you're all having great fun having such fantastic hip-hop innovation like Lady Sovereign forced down your throat with all her fantastic lyrical structure, not to mention that lovely little voice she raps with that has all the charm of those girls that ask me to buy them cigarettes every time I walk past an offlicense or supermarket. Not to mock your choice in the artists you import from these parts, but if you want her, you can fucking have her. We do however, have some hip-hop musicians worth your time, and here's a fine example. I'm not really sure if he's getting much attention across the ocean but the UK rapper I'd get behind is the ever enjoyable Roots Manuva. Keeping an interesting blend of grimey urban realities as well as self consideration as the main focus in this lyrics and the use of spot on production to give proceedings a nice flow, Roots Manuva possesses the unusual talent of keeping both elitist vicious little hip-hop jerks happy whilst finding an audience in the middle-class kids who would generally find such a gritty slab of reality to be threatening. He's also got that too-cool-for-you London arrogance going that causes his music to give off that of a charming semi-intellectual instead of a moaning dweeb when the lyrics take the more philosophical turn. He's also a decent live act and a humorous read when he decides to do an interview.
Sunn O))) have only started appealing to me recently which is strange because I've owned Flight Of The Behemoth for years now. Upon first listen it just gave me a huge headache, mainly because I was listening to it whilst trying to do homework or whatever I did whilst listening to new music when I was fifteen. So on my CD shelf it lay for years. Gathering dust and looked past for other Southern Lord endorsed bands such as The Obsessed and Thrones. A few weeks ago I was urged by a friend to give it another try and take a different approach this time. I was told to lay on my bed with my eyes closed and my headphones on with this in my player and I was told it'd take me to a whole new place. It did. The land of Flight Of The Behemoth isn't a fun or relaxing place to visit. Mainly it's pretty disturbed and you keep expecting something horrible to happen to you. Getting attacked by a troll for example. However nothing bad does happen to you and you just seem to wander through a bleak plane of ill existence and nightmares. I'd advise you to take the above method of listening after downloading the track below. It's just a segment but it lets you know what you're in for. Oh, and check out their live show if you're in to dudes in robes making all glass within two hundred feet shatter.
No awesome new music has come my way over the last few days so here's some tracks from the two Beehive & The Barracudas records I own. For those of you who haven't been down with the 'Cudas for years now, they are the hard rockin' side project from members of Rocket From The Crypt and Hot Snakes. I suppose given that this band are the more light hearted offshoot of a much more poker faced pair of bands, they're therefore easily comparable to Eagles Of Death Metal. However, at no point would I call them "ironic". People seem to have trouble telling the difference between ironic and light hearted. I doubt either of Beehive or EODM do what they do as some kind of ironic joke that only the mentally superior are supposed to get. They do it because they enjoy it and more power to 'em. It's party music. Try playing a Clap Your Hands Say Yeah record at a party and see what kind of response you get.
After a few casual listens to "Death In The Garden.." I've decided that the album is mainly made up of two types of songs. The first type involves them sounding no different to every generic "indy" rock band and in this half of the album there's little to hold your attention. However the second set of songs pretty much sound like Bonnie "Prince" Billy meets Bauhaus with a touch of semi fruity Pet Shop Boys synth thrown in for good measure. In other words, music to sit in a dark room, chain smoking and feeling ever so bleak to whilst still having a slight element of groove left in you. As these songs haven't been set apart from each other, it almost feels like you're being given a break in between each little piece of emoting, heart broken rambling and thus giveing those slabs of mediocre boredom some point to the continuity of the album. I'm not sure that's how Irving intended it, but that's how it worked out.
Despite it's near removal from the ten minute lecture on punk in the 80s, there was an explosion of bands from D.C as the original importance of hardcore was coming to a close. These bands took the fundamental elements of 80s hardcore and turned the lyrical meaning to that of an inward thinking and political vibe. This new explosion was dubbed "emo" (emotive-hardcore) as a mocking way of describing these bands transition from straight out fast as hell projecting to this new way of looking at the genre. The term is completely hated by most members of said bands and when questioned about said term to this day, they are derisive and hateful towards the term.
"The Decline And Fall Of Heavenly" was Heavenly's second and probably best record. Released in the mid 90s, the band were considered somewhat of an oddity as they mixed a basic pop sensibility with the use of dark lyricism which clashes with happy, bouncy element to the music throughout the entire record. Almost as if the music was there as some kind of sarcastic mockery to make the lyrical subject matter that little bit more awkward to listen to. Generally songs were concerned with subjects such as heart break, abusive relationships and generally plowed through romance as if having any attraction towards the opposite sex was a fundamental mistake. Due to some clever crisp production and the ever increasing demand for good indy pop, this album hasn't lost it's charm of relevance or ability to confuse over a decade since it's release.
If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, stoner rock is a school of music that's easy to play but pretty freakin' hard to make interesting. Witch's self titled debut manages to pull off that awkward agenda and have thus produced a rather gripping seven track sludge fest. But then, when you've got J Mascis on drums, you know it must be good to have held that damn slacker's attention throughout the creation of an entire album. Although it would be too easy to spend this whole write up talking about the inclusion of said infamous genius/wanker, the drumming can only really be described as decent. It does the job, keeps the other instruments together and gives the whole thing a nice rhythm, what drummers are supposed to do basically. What really stands out here is the blend between the almost shoegaze like vocals and the predictable yet not redundant, Iommi infused guitar work. Imagine Sabbath with Jim Reid singing and a generally more together nature (although they are prone to the odd few minutes of wandering) and you've got this band figured. You could argue that this is a stoner album for people who don't really like stoner. This album has the ever enjoyable rock out qualities with the touch of hipster cool being supplied in the vocals.