Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Album review: Dragonette - Galore

Dragonette - Galore (2007)

When acquired: at Xmas one year, 2007 or 2008

As the noughties drew to a head I can remember that there was a great deal of electronic pop music that I really loved. The two tracks that come to mind most prominently are Girls Aloud’s ‘Call The Shots’ and Sugababes’ ‘About You Now.’ Both conveyed a sense of urgency that seemed to mesh well with the second half of undergraduate university life; celebratory as it was one of the most carefree times of my life, where I was finding my feet as an adult, yet also melancholy, tinged with the knowledge that these days were numbered and the shadows of the adult world were building up on the horizon.

I’m a massive fan of pop music but have rarely, if ever, indulged in acquiring an album that belongs outrightly to that genre. A notable exception to this rule was Dragonette’s Galore. I was introduced to the band by my housemate in Exeter, Matt Voss, who was a big fan of one of their songs in particular, ‘True Believer.’ After being exposed to this torch song on multiple occasions I did a quick bit of online research (those days consisting of a visit to MySpace) and the other tracks available to listen to convinced me that this would make my Xmas list that year.

At the time, I was obsessed with ‘True Believer.’ It fitted comfortably into my poppy inclinations alongside Girls Aloud, Sugababes, Britney Spears and all that, but at the same time had a type of prestige that I was drawn to at the time in that it was a song by not just proper musicians but ones that had somehow evaded the mainstream. This song, which seemed quite capable of conquering commercial radio, had an electricity to it that comes with being largely unheard of.

As things stand, it looks as though ‘True Believer’ will be the very last song I ever play as a DJ. As a committee member of Exeter University’s indie society, I was afforded the opportunity to DJ at events; this was great and it give me a platform to passively rail against the increasingly hip direction the society was going (or was it that I was losing faith in the mainstream indie scene in 2007/2008?). As other members would play stuff that they liked over what the majority of people knew, I thought, screw it, I’m going to play Dragonette. I don’t think anyone noticed.



After all this, Xmas came round and one of my presents was Galore, the debut album from the Canadian popsters. It was a revelation. Most of the pop albums I had heard previously tended to follow a strict formula; open the album with 4 or so killer chart hits, then have the record fade away into a stodgy mass of dull filler (no doubt I will be reviewing one or two of these later). Not so with Galore.

Sure, it opens up with ‘I Get Around’, a striding electro-pop pounder that struts while detailing a one-night stand. The “here I go” refrain sounds simultaneously triumphant and mournfully inevitable while being driven along by strident beats. This then gives way to a further two songs that wouldn’t feel out of place in the Top 40 before we arrive at ‘True Believer,’ but the quality continues on from here.

There’s a level of ambivalence at work in Galore that elsewhere could represent weak writing, but here feels representative of depth. Frontlady Martina Sorbara seemingly teeters on the edge of empowerment. In ‘Jesus Doesn’t Love Me’, she sings of a “little bit of dirty down in my soul” and calls to be cleansed of her sins, but the repeated calling of drugs, sex, and rock ’n’ roll and the song’s chorus is defiantly celebratory in the face of judgement.

Empowering lyrics are not rare, but what makes these songs stand out against other pop efforts and gives them a feeling of depth is the way in which many of the songs are constructed, and how their dynamics shift. Case in point is track two, ‘Competition,’ where the pace develops slowly from that of playground taunting to desperate urgency. The pace shift lends a vulnerability to Sorbara’s words and keeps the listener engaged.

There is also a range of stylings and pacing across the album to keep you hooked for the running time. As well as the aforementioned tracks, Galore manages to cram in slower ballads, twee swung whimsy and jerky musings alongside more powerful pop, and still feels like cohesive work throughout.

Sorbara revels in her self-appointed role as a tortured, fallen soul, glorying in delivering tales of promiscuity, yearning and empowerment. Galore offers a powerful array of passionate couplings; dark and light, innocent and guilty, requited and denied. It delivers them in dripping abundance.


Check out: ‘True Believer,’ ‘Take It Like A Man,’ ‘I Get Around.’

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Happy 2015! or, 2014 in review

Here marks blog entry no. 100. I feel as though there should be balloons. A small cake, at least. My breakfast blog has now overtaken this one as my blog with the most hits though (despite coming into existence a good couple of years after this one), so celebrations will remain muted while I plot how to address this. In any case, it is time to briefly review 2014 and present a couple of lists of my favourite things.

In terms of New Year's Resolutions, I think I failed quite comprehensively. The main two I listed were:

- use this blog to document the progress of my novel, The Final Chapter of Captain Iguanodon
- travel with Claire to as many different Kingstons as possible.

I failed pretty badly with both of these on the surface of things, but the spirit in which these resolutions were made was honoured with other actions during the course of the year.

While I failed to use the blog to document the progress of my novel, I did begin writing for it (the novel) much more frequently. This was helped by my new work commute (more on that later on), giving me a good hour or so every morning in which to carry on with it. I'm hoping to finish a basic first draft within the next month or two.

While we didn't visit any Kingstons, me and Claire did manage to take a trip to Norway. That was very exciting. And wet - Norway is not blessed with the best autumnal weather. Oslo is a beautiful city though, and definitely worth a visit.

New musical discoveries

In previous years I have tried to check out a new band per month. This didn't happen so much this year. Sure, I did find out about some new bands, but possibly not as many as I have done in the past. While I did keep my eyes and ears open for new music, I didn't hunt for it. This is something I will try and address in 2015.

Best tracks:

In leaving my previous job, I also left behind Radio 2. We had a good run; I will always look back fondly on days spent with Ken Bruce, Steve Wright and Jeremy Vine with a smile on my face and happiness in my heart. 2014 could be the final time that my favourite tracks are heavily influenced by MOR radio.

1. Manic Street Preachers - Dreaming A City (Hughesovka)
2. Young Fathers - Low
3. Taylor Swift - Shake It Off
4. François & The Atlas Mountains - La Verité
5. Future Islands - Seasons (Waiting On You)
6. Jack White - Lazaretto
7. Elyar Fox - A Billion Girls
8. Pixies - Blue Eyed Hexe
9. Common Linnets - Calm After The Storm
10. Octopuses - Cool Story Bro

Here be a nice mixture of MOR radio, old favourites and bands associated with The Great Escape. As said earlier though, I didn't actively hunt out new music enough. That's going to change in 2015, just you wait and see.

I should probably just give further mention to Manic Street Preachers before moving on. In 2014, they brought out their 12th album, Futurology, and it proved to be one of their best yet. Every now and then I remember what they've achieved and continue to put out and am in a state of awe. They must be the only band to have played in both Cuba and on Strictly Come Dancing. 'Dreaming A City (Hughesovka)' is unlike anything I've heard from them thus far, and demonstrates that they continue to deserve people's attention, even after more than 20 years.

Best films:

1. The Lego Movie
2. Boyhood
3. Her
4. Pride
5. Mistaken For Strangers

Having been gifted with a Picturehouse Membership last year, I went to see a large number of wonderful films. These five were my favourites, and I probably shed tears for some reason or other at at least one point during each of them. Well, maybe not during one of them. I think I held it together for the duration of Boyhood, though that film was so engrossing that I could quite happily have watched it for another couple hours on top of its 3+ hours running time.

I'd give each of these films between 4 and 5 out of 5, and would recommend them to anyone.

Honourable mentions: 20,000 Days On Earth, Calvary, The Imitation Game, Grand Budapest Hotel

Best gigs:

1. Ezra Furman @ End of the Road
2. Jeffrey Lewis @ Green Door Store
3. Young Fathers @ Green Door Store
4. Manic Street Preachers @ Brighton Centre
5. The Hives @ Brixton Academy

Ezra Furman and the Boyfriends are a great live act in most situations. There was one extra special moment when we saw them play for the second time at the End of the Road Festival, though. Their set was proceeding as normal when Ezra disappeared from the stage. Then they broke into one of the most potent songs in their arsenal; Take Off Your Sunglasses. As harmonica blared out, where was Ezra? We still couldn't see him, and then there was a big cheer from the back of the field.

Turning around, we saw him.

Ezra had scaled an ornamental stage that was situated halfway into the crowd. Somehow he had snuck out and there he was, delivering the song of the set, and this simple surprising gesture was enough to plunge everyone into raptures. Ace stuff.

Special mention also needs to go to Jeffrey Lewis, who was both entertaining and informative throughout his set. He made great use of a projector to present us some comics to accompany songs about the history of Vietnam and a monstrous Creeping Brain (creeping brain). He is certainly someone to catch live where possible.

Best books read:

1. AS Byatt - Possession: A Romance
2. Richard Adams - Shardik
3. Margaret Atwood - MaddAddam
4. Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451
5. Neil Gaiman - American Gods

With a new hour-long commute in both the morning and evening, for the majority of 2014 I found myself with a lot more time for reading than I had previously, and for the most part I made good use of this time.

Possession: A Romance has to be one of the deepest books I have ever read. The amount of detail and world-building that Byatt put into this novel is incredible, so much so that I could not discern between her fictional world of poetry and academia and my own. It may be a little dense and take some time to get into, but the rewards are well worth it.

I also read a really terrible book. Ben Galley's The Written was a gift that I received for my birthday. Dad had seen it in a bookshop and thought the cover looked good. I have to agree, it's packaged very well, and even the ideas for the plot and the fantasy world were fun and interesting. Unfortunately, the level of writing was just not up to scratch. Ropy dialogue, questionable imagery, an abundance of cliché, it was all there. The book, it turns out, was self-published, but has still managed to do well enough to make its way into bookshops nationwide. I even found a copy lurking in the Piccadilly branch of Waterstones. Despite being occasionally painful to read, the whole experience has been quite the confidence booster.

Best wrestling matches:

So 2014 was the year I got into wrestling. It all started off as an impromptu and flippant decision to download and watch the Royal Rumble event in January and slowly snowballed into a full-flung addiction whereby me and my housemate Matt watched each monthly pay per view. I plan to write an eulogic piece in praise of the post-modern marvel that is professional wrestling, but until I get round to doing so, these were my favourite bouts that I watched (just in case any wandering reader really fancied seeing what I was getting so het up about).

1. Daniel Bryan vs. Bray Wyatt @ Royal Rumble
2. The Wyatt Family vs. The Shield @ Elimination Chamber
3. The Usos vs. The Wyatt Family @ Battleground
4. Dolph Ziggler vs. Cesaro @ Hell In A Cell
5. Team Cena vs. Team Authority @ Survivor Series

The more I think about it, the more sense it makes that Darren Aronofsky intended The Wrestler and Black Swan to be companion pieces.

"I like to look at wrestling as the most artsy of all the martial arts. It's a very creative process, what we're doing is artistic creative combat." - Daniel Bryan, via Alternative Nation.

Achievements:

So, as mentioned earlier, I bailed on my resolutions for 2014. But wait! I reckon my two main achievements for the year cancel out any notions of failure. I have started a new job as a writer for Medical News Today, writing a mixture of news items and information pieces. It has been great fun thus far, both in terms of being able to be creative and learning new things. And while me and Claire didn't visit any Kingstons, we did visit Norway. Possibly more exciting and eye-opening than a trip to Kingston-upon-Hull.

A third and final achievement that I am quite proud of concerns my breakfast blog. During the World Cup last year, I endeavored to prepare, eat, and review a breakfast for each of the countries participating in the football competition. It was hard work and time consuming, but the results were well worth it.

New Year's Resolutions

To keep things simple, I'm going to aim to finally finish the first draft of my Captain Iguanodon novel before my 28th birthday. Hopefully a deadline should give the impetus to get over the finish line. As things stand, I'm heading towards the endgame so this shouldn't be too tricky a resolution to keep.

Other than that, eat more fruit, drink more water and get more sleep. On that note, I should probably get to bed.

Happy 2015! Goodnight 2014!

"If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them." - Henry David Thoreau, Walden.

Friday, 2 January 2015

One project for 2015:

My CD collection takes up a fair bit of space in my bedroom and has occasionally made me curse when moving house. As with any collection, what is contained on those shelves (and piles scattered about the bedroom on desk and drawers) is more than just a reflection of personal taste. Each one will have associations with personal history, specific moments in time, places lived and people known.

I’ve decided to embark on a bit of an adventure and appraise my CD collection, diving deeply into those chronicles that sit there stacked up in a flat, circular form. There’s no point having such a collection without making use of it, so I shall also be giving each album a review. Maybe I’ll rediscover some lost loves. Maybe I’ll have some serious questions to ask the James of the past. In any case it will be interesting - for me, at least - to see what I can discover listening to all those songs again. No doubt I will also find some gaps in my collection that need filling too.


Since moving house, my CDs have sat in an unordered mess, bereft of structure or logic. I shall be starting with the first CD on the top shelf of my designated CD shelves and slowly working my way through from there. My aim is to write up at least one review a week.

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

'Lousy Shepherd' - for RDDC (working title)

I haven’t seen a sheep for days
My mind is limping as I cross the barricades
And I’m thinking and I’m thinking if this way is best for me
And I’m wondering if these visions are the images you see
I’ve got stock photos on the brain
Anonymous folk without context or a name
And I’m wondering and I’m wondering if they actually exist
How they got into those pictures and what they’d feel like to kiss

Everyday I see myself falling
Everyday I catch myself stalling
And it’s always it’s always the same

Now my eyes don’t want to work
Focusing on idiosyncratic quirks
And I’m thinking and I’m thinking that this will all disappear
And it seems to me the Internet is whispering in my ear
The lines are blurring fast
Instead of tapestry it’s a zebra skin graft
And I’m wishing and I’m wishing that I wasn’t in this head
And instead of typography I was cocooned in bed

Everyday I see myself falling
Everyday I catch myself stalling
And it’s always it’s always the same

l feel like a different beast
Like part of this morning's got stuck between my teeth
And I’m wondering, and i’m wondering if today’s the day I’ll crack
The day that I get pushed too far and go on the attack
Every glance is like a pinch
Every word makes my skin crawl another inch
And I’m climbing and I’m climbing up the surface of the Shard
Stock photo model underarm, fleeing from the Guard

Everyday I see myself falling
Everyday I catch myself stalling

And it’s always it’s always the same

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Assorted Supermarket Lyric Drafts

Working title: Church

I saw the ghosts upon the beach
I saw their skin as pale as bleach

I took the ghosts right up the hill
I took them to the church that sat above the mill

The congregation did not care
The congregation was not there!

How many dead bodies was this church built on? (turn on the lights!)

I can see their hands! I can see their hands! I can see them singing!
I can hear them now! I can hear them now! I can see them clapping!
Out of the organ, I can feel it! There's a buzz, buzz, buzzing
Let me give it, let me take it, on my knees at the garbage altar

When you can smell and breathe it
Open up and believe it
We're inside a cloud of flies
In the middle of a cloud of flies

*   *   *   *   *

Working title: Blood And Stoats

Blood...and stoats...
Blood...and stoats...

Blood and stoats
Their teeth, your throat
Your hands and wrists
Are bound with rope
These lines are knives
These words that choke
And then you find
The blood, a stoat

Blood and stoats
A sail, a boat
Your hopes and dreams
They fail to float
A grim parade
Invades and gropes
It drains your blood
Dries out the stoat

Blood and stoats
A carved-up goat
The future's gown
A crimson coat
The stars, they fall
A widow's shawl
It barely copes
To cover a stoat

You put the cunt in insignificant
Oh the truth is puerile
You put the dick in predictable
Oho the truth is puerile

*   *   *   *   *

Working title: Cathedral

You want to mess with the flowers?
They'll mess you up when you're fast asleep
They will spread their vines inside your veins
Roots as far as the mirror's deep
Gathered in hand, gathered in hand
Gathered up in bunches, tied in knots
They'll lay us down in the compost
Leave us out back, ready to rot

Oh yeah
They called it the march of the flowers

Have you seen the planet's anfger?
Have you seen its teeth and claws?
Have you seen its many gestures
When you're behind closed doors?
Like the light in the refridgerator
Out like a candle in the winter wind
When the spores settle on you
That's when the world war will begin

Here comes the march of the flowers

Monday, 6 October 2014

Whitehawk Nihilism (draft 1 maybe)

We've got nothing here
Just like you've got nothing there
Only our nothing here
Is much cheaper
And where that road goes
Or where it came from
No one cares
There's patches of ground
Shops and houses
Just the same as what you think you've got
Over there
Only difference is
They're much cheaper here
And more free
Cracked eggs in the aisles
Don't matter
They're nothing
To worry about
You think your nothing
Is better than our nothing?
Nah
Who are ya?


Saturday, 5 July 2014

Tired From The Week

I.
So La Choza it is open and a table is reserved
It’s Matthew’s 30th birthday, it’s the least that he deserved
I’d love to come but I’m afraid I’m feeling past my peak
I’ll have to give this one a miss, I’m tired from the week.


II.
Lou and Sue are getting married, they’re gonna tie the knot
The ceremony won’t be one to ever be forgot
It’s going to be quite hectic and right now I’m feeling meek
That’s just another symptom of being tired from the week.


III.
An election is upon us and it’s time to cast our vote 
We cannot let those people take our country by the throat
But if the loons get in then I’ll just turn the other cheek
I’m a busy guy what with being tired from the week.


IV.
I hear Red Diamond Dragon Club are playing another gig
Main support for Talking Heads, it’s gonna be quite big
But I want to be the early bird with worm within its beak
I must confess, I’ve got to rest, I’m tired from the week.


V.
Aurora Borealis is lighting up the Sussex sky!
Never before seen down here by any naked eye!
Oh no good Sir! I won’t be staying up to take a peek
I’ve got to get an early night, I’m tired from the week.


VI.
Jesus has been sighted, reports say that he’s in town
Sounds as though the Second Coming’s finally come around
Tomorrow I will roll away my own stone, so to speak
Must I tell you thrice that I am tired from the week?


VII.
Now aliens have landed and they’re calling us all out
And everyone is going to see what the fuss is all about
I’d prefer it if they tried to maintain their mystique
I have no real interest, I’m tired from the week.


VIII.
I’m going to throw a party and invite all my friends
It’s been a while, I really want to see them all again
Waiting for them to respond, the outlook’s looking bleak
Looks like they might all be feeling tired from the week.


IX.
Friends I’ve known since growing up, friends that I’ve just met
Friends from school, friends from work, friends I won’t forget
Friends of every creed and colour, belief and physique
I find it hard to believe they’re all tired from the week


X.
The birthday boy, the laughing loves, the future of the land
Light fantastic, David Byrne, a good-times party band 
Heaven-scented messengers and the truth that some still seek

What have they all been doing to make them tired from the week?