“Sailing By Night”s folky melodics develop into a darker keys, synth strings take over and enveloping drum repetitions build and finish the song along with keyboard dramatics
the comfortably small Freebutt was filled and its foundations almost threatened by the mass barrage of sound created by the five men inhabiting its small stage
The lead track on this EP, “Bootprints” is a gorgeous hammond pop swoon. The parping horns and catchy chorus of Blur or Badly Drawn Boy coupled with the King’s almost Ian Dury vocals.
organised by the wonderful Eat You Own Ears night and Kieran Hebden (Mr. Four Tet), and they put together a flawlessly cool line-up in support of Four Tet’s multiple-tronica’s (i.e. folk, jazz, glitch): German legends Faust, Aussie DJ Kid Koala and Texan sky scrapers Explosions in the Sky.
The dance sound identifiable behind much of his work here explodes into an uplifting, cinematic house party — instead of a pulse underpinning depressed post-rock bardsmanship though this is a beach anthem, and much more uplifting than the title suggests.
The music obviously draws from a range of sources from disco, house, hip-hop and electro to punk or metal and the noisier, dirtier sounds of all of the above came out. The show was pacy and energetic, more so than the recordings, and added an overall heaviness and volume which magnified its effect.
Meatier, heavier, harsher and an all-round better offering than its predecessor (2002’s Repercussions of a Badly-Planned Suicide), In the library… shows off a bigger stylistic and technical range and draws on different traditions to create a diverse and compelling album.
Songs from all his collaborations and different handles are included and, interestingly, the different markers set throughout his career seem to sit well together on one long player.
One thing they’re not is more of the same disco beat. Many art-rock bands are all cool and slick, all narrow eyed grove; Awful Sparks have the shambolic energy of a boarding school dormitory ten minutes before lights out.
It’s albums like this that reveal Funk music’s a transcendent production of the human spirit. I literally haven’t stop dancing to this ‘ish’ since the LP dropped.
There are certain records that take you back to beautiful, hazy days of never-ending summer sunshine and joy, records that evoke that the best of times, carefree and footloose, the aural equivalent of a week on a beach with a bottle of gin and a beautiful woman.
If the dance hall in Carnival of Souls (Herk Harvey, 1962) contained Daffy Duck and friends and groups of children chuckling to themselves, then Fantomas would be seen on the stage.
The tone of this record is a decidedly more subdued one that his last release. If Rockin’ the Suburbs was the disc you played at the party Saturday night, then Songs for Silverman is the CD you pop in on the way to breakfast the next morning.
The way that they write such perfectly crafted highbrow pop songs seems almost calculated, appealing to such a massive number of people all at once
Although remaining true to her simplistic, stripped-down sound, the record shows greater subtlety in arrangement. Behind the raucous guitar there is often a slick bass line underpinning everything.
Seamless production sees consecutive tracks merge from Tool-esque math-riffing, to ugly, hardcore jungle, (sometimes with a readily discernible time signature, sometimes not) using crashing, squelching drum samples overlaid with Alec Empire white noise and electro-screeching.
He rhymes wrong with wrong. This is a man who is getting paid millions of dollars to write these lyrics, the least he can do is not repeat his trite words into even more forced rhymes.
The hammering drum barrage of “Reddleman” is typical of the noise feel of much of the album and comparing it to the quirky elements of “A Quick One” brings out again the varying range of styles which Preston’s song writing and this compilation embraces.
German brothers, Tiefschwarz, are rather old hands at this ‘Electro’ business. Genius remixers, they have worked on Kelis and The Rapture and their rework of Kinda New by Spektrum could be considered one of the best. Ever.
Of the three studio recorded tracks, “Another Season” is the pick of the bunch; it hits you like a sledge hammer to the head.
In the dark underworld of doom metal, Khanate are seated on the throne of extremity, setting an incredibly high standard for experimental music
This album is more than just a retro pastiche of a previous era’s styles. The subtle use of pastoral samples drifts through the songs giving depth to the orchestral swells and chiming guitars.